You held me close as night danced us away
We welcomed the stars into our embrace
You gathered moonbeams into a bouquet
our love created a magical place.
We laughed and loved, life was so full of fun
We loved intensely, we had found our love
We celebrated our days in the sun
We fit together like a lambskin glove.
Just memories now of long-ago past
Our love was young, our lives free of all pain
Our forever love: too fragile to last
Your whispered love now a gentle refrain
Yet, I'll always love you, deep in my mind
The magic of our love: the rarest kind.
5th Place!
Categories:
lambskin, love, youth,
Form: Sonnet
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Categories:
lambskin, allegory, loneliness,
Form: List
A cobbled path winding lazily through a forest of emerald greens,
Streaks of sunlight bursting past the canopy of birch wood limbs,
An aromatic scent lingering between each wooded mile,
Lost in time, I knew that I had come home.
A grey-thatched hut with pillars of timber and earthen floor,
Stoked hard flames crackling fast and warming the potted hearth,
A sweet melodic song from the parted lips of a sylvan lass,
Lost in time, I knew that I had come home.
Like a pair of lambskin mittens against wintered hands,
Like an embrace of angelic wings folded against waiting arms,
Like a scented kiss feeding a hungered soul from deep within,
Lost in time, I knew that I had come home.
Categories:
lambskin, absence, first love, romantic,
Form: Free verse
I sit in lambskin slippers
and jackets by the score.
I find it hard to pay for heat
The oil is costing MORE?
I squint through specks
the scripts too old
At times I’m VERY quiet,
at times I’m very bold!
I eat raw bits of fishies
on dishies by the score,
and I can use chop stickies
or slurp just like a bore!
I blow my nose and pick it too!
And YOU do too, I’m sure!!!
I’ve chased a thug from an Irish pub
and danced with a matador.
Yes, I’m a real smart old broad
my walls hang with degrees,
yet, when I’m sick like I am now
I wipe my nose on my sleeve!
*Just KIDDINg yeah, [right ;)]
Categories:
lambskin, funny
Form: Rhyme
Your burning look
undresses me
and fears
Unmasked the secret
your sweat
drains
drop
to
d
r
o
p
Under the lambskin
you see the wildness of the wolf.
Be brave.
Categories:
lambskin, art, inspirational, life, love,
Form: Concrete