Just like the carm
Before the storm
Though don't alarm
It's part of her norm
Always such charm
That is though dawn
Unless your a smarm
Or a complete gorm
Never one to cause harm
To all her personality warm
If ever you surcumb -
to her femine charm
That is then Dawn!
Original version of poem princess of light
Written summer 2023
A scavenger was invited to
The land of preservation
The breath of life
Gave him shelter and food.
Alongside his peers,
The fortress of beasts
Shielded him from the elements—
Stepping outside to
Repay their benevolence.
This scavenger returns,
Looking for an answer...
To the grass trampled underfoot,
Leaves plucked without thought,
Fruits are severed from branches.
How is it possible that
Those who came to this world first—
Let us,
The ones who only take
Still upright among them?
The serenity that comes,
As if spread over eternity—
Is all I need to hear...
A blessing for us is
A price they've paid to stay.
You have lethal weapons, yet I'm unarmed,
Sweet venomous words, yet I'm uncharmed,
Convinced of delusion I become a shelter of myself,
Yet you only seem to grow, fueled by your malicious malintent,
You interpret my frustration as my weakness and therefore your victory,
Although the crucial part you are missing is that nobody else like a women can handle that much resiliency.
A beauty that charmed every eye,
Made passers-by pause and then sigh;
With grace she did bloom,
Dispelling all gloom,
Yet she slipped and fell from so nigh.
Charmed Tides of Emotions
Charming tides of feeling wash over me,
Emotions' currents, wild and free.
With a smile that outshines the sun above,
He draws me in, I'm helplessly in thrall.
Yet as swiftly as they rise, they recede,
Love's leaves me shipwrecked in its wake.!
Oh, please, tell me please-
The name of the lovely lass.
Her charming smile,-
Angelic face and brown eyes,-
Captured my heart in a flash.
I was enchanted-
In a twinkling of an eye.
I was attracted-
When I sensed her concoction;
Enthralled by her magic potion.
Oh please, I’m begging-
You to tell me where she lives.
So I could send-
Her roses and chocolates.
Oh, please Alfie, tell me please!
When dawn drifts into charmed meadows
enchantment fades with the shadows,
drinking perfume from the night's air,
stirring fragrance that lingers there.
Faintest mist sprinkles wild grasses,
when dawn drifts into charmed meadows.
Sewn jewels on satin sashes
of Sylphs dancing with Tylwyth Teg.
Fae play elaborate charades
before meadow enchantment fades.
When dawn drifts into charmed meadows,
Brownies comfort mourning Banshees.
Asrai frolic with the Selkies
as darkness fades into bleached sun.
Magic leaves as it had begun
when dawn drifts into charmed meadows.
5
New day sun- charms moon to sleep
‘Blessed I was to be young in an age of charmed dreamers.’
Childhood in suburbia wanting for nothing;
Kickball and flashlight tag ‘til dinner was set;
Be home by the time the neighborhood’s lit.
Painting the sky with the glow in our eyes no
worries we were just free to be kids;
Talking we always wished that we were older;
What would be able to do? Whatever we imagined
we could do. Rock, paper, scissors all ended
with a killer idea; Started from different sides
but always met in the middle;
No one’s tools or process was better than another,
that was the magic of such innocent times.
Staying gold until the sun set.
Creating with fire;
Streetlight imaginations
burn just like the stars.
His smile was pure gold
when he saw her passing by.
The wind blew softly
and his horizon muted
like the whole world stopped,
except his heartbeat that surged.
He looked at her eyes
like a pair of diamonds.
Glitters in her eyes
lit up the whole place like stars.
It was a moment
he would always remember.
Though, she was long gone,
his heart cherished that moment.
The light in her eyes
when they first met was haunting,
but he was so glad
she became part of his life,
and left his heart charmed
till the day they meet again.
She looked at me calmly opening her narrow lips
Luis the name brought an ache to my wounded ego
In my pride I had ended up shipwrecked in the rehab
...You can make it even when they all say you cant
I swallow my pride and prod,..
I like you Merc.. Can we be an item
Were the circumstances different yes
It's not a maybe or well see its a Yes
So my Journey is not in vain
You find the charmed ones now so often
With humans ever so accommodating
No unlike Peter Petreli I wont try flying
Unless am a hundred percent assured
I will land on safe shore where the waves
Beat ever so slowly and names like pirates
Voyager and black pearl are uttered
I have the soul; of a Sojourner
#Jewels of Time
A charmed world looks skyward, at the promise of sunshine ~ as blooms open.
Written on 2/28/2023
For: Beneath the Rainbow
Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
At 33 I changed and I'll stay forever young,
Feeling like an actress, like a charmed one,
Chanting along and then speaking in tongue,
And those who came before me we're burnt or were hung,
Tho our power isn't instant so let's have some fun,
And they thought they wiped us out til there were none...
I am Karma and I have the power of three,
For every animal, insect, plant or tree,
I hold the power as I am the key,
So put out karma's balance and it won't be free,
The cost more value than you can merely see,
Cos karma is here, So mote it be...
she was the chosen one
plucked and hand picked
brought home from the orphanage
a jewel a precious princess
soon she grew to be a fair damsel
found by her prince
she fell in love
it was then her fate was sealed
she traveled to another land
to raise a family
two boys four girls to call her own
she was the lady of their castle
a happy cheerful home
she’d rise with the sun
each night she’d set
a table fit for kings
dad the provider was a happy man
we weren’t rich but
we had everything we needed
everything and so much more
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
damp morning petals
dew drops hang like charmed bracelets
glist'ning in the sun
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