A small romantic rain poem dedicated to hubby.
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi
"Ohhhh Rain..Shower again!!!!! "
Showering in the rain,
Draining the pain!
Enflueraging the essence of arenicolous sand,
Feeling blessed porting on this beautiful greenary land! Trees were roaming
under fiercing winds,
Thanks nature for benevolently so kind!
Sip of sizzling coffee With Caramalized sugar,
Cheers hubby to accompany me my gelling agar!
Wanna capture this Driplets of aromatic water nearby lake,
So that I can make an icy snowflake!
That's amazing, "but ohhhh God, I wish my honey is here".
Wrote by Mrs.Madhavi
Categories:
porting, anniversary, bridal shower, care,
Form: Couplet
I am a leather-wearing
Lipstick-bearing
Coffee-drinking
3-purse-carrying
Cleptomaniac spiralling
Modern hippie.
Don’t shoot my eye out for it,
My desire’s to stay in one place,
Let me live in peace,
A peace like the 70s
For there’s no peace like tumult.
There’s no ice cream
Like july 25th 1991.
I’m a headband-porting
Christmas-worshipper
From times past,
Good times, bad times,
There’s not time but
The present
All other times are past.
Categories:
porting, angst, peace, peace,
Form: Free verse
All its dreams
change the flow
seeking the guide
aside from heaven and hell
All its wish
happy in tears
without porting a soul
or shoulder in memories
All its desired
scripts of many readings
respect and forgive
write own destiny
Categories:
porting, people,
Form: Free verse
Out of the mist appears a ship
Out running the tempest grip
Her forty guns show her strength
Her stern to focsal show her length
The crew cold with hard looks
Quickest bunch of cut throat crooks
Captain Red Beard is a kind host
Of the dreaded ship Posidons Ghost
Black sails and a succubus figure head
Call to sailors alive and dead
She was given to the captain by Hades
Made out of souls of despicable crazies
Flag of fire is a defining mark
Sly and cunning like a shark
Soundless motion through the waves
Porting always in the bay of slaves
Innocence and age have no bearing with her
Death is option for any purse
The plank is open to all who fight
Against the ship of darkest night
Lines of magic course through her mast
Like a play with a sturdy cast
Planks of wood that cannot scare
no matter the force or who you are.
Remember this when you see the ghost
Hades welcomes you to his roast!
Categories:
porting, imagination, mystery, sea,
Form: I do not know?