Lighthearted Poems - Poems about Lighthearted

This contest style’s description is one I’ve never heard I’m unfamiliar with that particular word An internet search comes up empty However, others seem to have poems aplenty My eyes are getting blurry a total collapse seems imminent Quickly penning an entry appears to be the only way out of my predicament My freshly emerged imposter’s...

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I do not know if this is odd but for me, most times I do not feel the need to write a poem that rhymes I generally find you see that when that writing bug has bit rhyming is not my go to proclivity ‘cos when I do have something to say rhyming very often just gets in the way. so...

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I'm ashamed to say I was a grumpy pessimist, as some events soured me, Just as some cherries stay sour, although lingering long on the cherry tree. Although grumpy, I was rather happy, and I'd worked hard for what I got, Like the times you meet, silver moon in dreams, always in the same spot. Good friends tried to...

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You’d think when you die the line ends that you can’t see no more hear feel let alone walk; you’d think death would be quite sure of itself wouldn’t you?...

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Ripe tomatoes in the supermarket The red tip of my own nose. Their lime green imagination Marauded by Edgar Allen Poe. Her silver dollar face raises hellfire Says the stringy girl who believes in ghosts. Goodnight to the lucky cat Who kisses my cheek with his prose. Her calico hat sticks to dewy grass While the hooves of the lumpy deer carcass doze. The weight...

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scintillating wings spinning fairies sparkle green sets my heart laughing...

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The giraffe Haughty and fond of herbivorous feasts, Tends to look down on his wee fellow beasts. The elephant Thin outer ears are gargantuan-sized, Tickling the ivories isn't advised. The pelican Genus of water-bird with a long beak, And in his throat there is food for a week. The crocodile Don't you be fooled by his sad, tearful eyes He's out to get you -...

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If I were a dragon, burning old bridges with the fire that I breathe, I would perform tricks, from way up high, and eternally seethe, lend a daring claw for those in need. If I were a dragon, I wouldn't cause mayhem upon the people. Although I'm sure I'd be tempted for those sovereigns high on their steeple, not the matador, but the bull. If...

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lighthearted rain what pitter-patters in your heart and let the lighthearted rain splash upon those cloudy dreams...

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