The sunlit days of golden hue,
A time when skies were always blue,
Laughter danced on every breeze,
Climbing trees with such great ease.
The scent of summer filled the air,
Feet bare and free without a care,
Hands held tight, the world so wide,
Exploring paths with you by my side.
The glow of dusk, the stars above,
Whispers soft, a gentle love,
In those sweet days, we were free,
That’s my fondest memory.
I had never been fond of succulents
They are usually a dull green,
Shaped in the same way with stiff petals
Hens and chicks, we used to call them in Iowa
But today I saw some new ones.
They are purplish blue, a gorgeous color
I have changed my mind now
We were fond of breezes
Shadows in the desert
Crystal lakes on mountains
Dollars in the sand
From "Emily's Hiatus"
Submitted to the Liberum Divisa 8 Poetry Contest
on November 17, 2021
In a World fond of gold
Your love to me is a wonder
close your eyes
and
make a wish
think of
all
the
joy and bliss
are
ye fond of kisses
I have grown fond.
Fond of a girl I did not expect.
She was innocent, she was sweet.
Personality in her no one could beat.
She stole my heart and it was forever.
She was eight years old when I first met her.
She was crazy, she was wild.
When I met her, it felt she was already my child.
A Daughter I now had.
It was hard to not smile when she knew she was being bad.
Elementary, Middle and soon High.
I have watched her laugh and I have watched her cry.
Everything she does brings me pride.
Watching her grow was my miracle of life.
She enlightens the world more than she knows.
Every day my love for her grows.
I am amazed, and I am blessed.
To have a Daughter, who completely fills my chest.
My heart is full, and I can’t lie.
It pains me every day that I can’t tuck her in at night.
She is my light, and she is my heart.
She is the reason my life has spark.
I have grown fond.
Fond of a girl I did not expect.
Without these we could not walk,
Could not reach
Could not stand
Or sit or
Talk
Without these skeletons would be naught.
Bones
Bones
Bones
Bones
Bones
Bones
Bones
Bones in my window
Bones in my stew
I am pretty fond of them
How about you?
Fond Of A Blond
What I did was to have waved a wand;
Before me appeared a beautiful blond;
Was fond of.
And did love;
Now brunette when blond washed off in a pond.
Jim Horn
PS. Dedicated to Tuniabjc.
Fond of Food
By Franklin Price
4/16/2016
Fond of foods that flood the mouth
With salivation sweet
Candy's dandy for dentists too
When we have some sweets to eat
I'm growing so fond of him, I hope this feeling quits or At least dies down, Cause
i know there will never became an us, why do i have to hurt this much, I wish i
were five agian, Where all these words wouldn't make sense, Not ready for this
future trying to get out of the past, My heads been filled with the wrong thoughts,
My soul screams don't give up, While it could be so easy just to not be good
enough, Trying so hard to be reconized for who i am and not be judged for what i
look like, This might be a chapter to you but it's the story of my life....