Best Nostalgiasky Poems
Majestic sparkles dot the salty sky like Cubic zirconia.
That would be the wet sky on your left...
no, dear child, your other left...
yeah-yes, that's the one,
The one placed just below the real Mccoy,
the one with creaking dock adorned with cracking paint poised over it,
the one reflecting a not-quite mirror image of the moon-soaked sky.
Anywho...
deflated water wings float like sagging buoys upon the swells,
and boats with names like, 'We shall rise again'(spelled in star and bar confederate styling)
and,
'Hardy Har Hardon' are moored nearby, gently rocking to and fro- or port and starboard if
you fancy.
Anywho...
We had tied a steel belted radial to a piece of rope earlier,
when the sun still lit upon both skies.
We hung it from a flowering branch, it was utilitarian, for all to use and enjoy.
I think it was Dunlop, but for all itents and purposes,
I suppose it hardly matters.
Now swinging in the breath of luna,
that tire hosts a southern bell(e), and an unscrupulous man cradling her in his muscled arms.
It is not a warm Georgia night,
but it isn't cold either,
and seasonable though it may be,
prickles still dot the bare flesh there,
I swear,
there were more goosepimples than there were stars,
and arithmetic has nothing to do with it.
Once there was a young boy
He sat on the floor playing with his toys
How sad he looked in his eyes
There was nil that could relieve his sigh.
Then his eyes caught the attention of a kite
It was a grand kite and just waiting for flight
Red and blue colors favored all and its tale
How wonderful it would be to take it for a sail?
The boy got up and looked out the windowpane
He saw a scenic landscape decorated the outer pane
It was a play world waiting for kite flying that day
So the boy grabbed his colorful kite and went on his way.
Now all his kite needed was a gust of wind to take to the air
He took the string and ran swiftly forth with no care
The kite soared up in to the sky like a theatrical display
A smile painted the lads face as he continued to play.
Hours passed by as he enjoyed watching his kite
It danced around the sky like a bird soaring in flight
Then a sudden lack of wind caused his kite to sail low
So the lad ran as fast as he could so his kite couldn’t slow.
One more time the lovely kite climbed up into the sky
The wind speed swished it back and forth to fly
How, the boy never wanted to see the sight come to end
Alas, all came to a stop at the corners bend.
Slowly the breeze died and the kite fell to the ground
The boy just stood and sighed without any sound
Sadly it was time to lay the grand kite to rest for today
He was tired and had no more energy left to play.
the sky seems like an oasis
the swirls of white and blue linger
if you were to dream; nothing more
just float within the clouds whistle
the vibrations of the wind; waves
the sky seems like an oasis
birds reflect upon the river
they fly swimming with all the fish
fish that are sporadic and free
free to fear what is they could see
the sky seems like an oasis
but it does not hold each song dream
every thought could be too vast
leaving us to forget the point
adventure that is made; not need
the sky seems like an oasis