You are reading this in future;
I write this from the past.
Don't look back here with sadness, through your rosey tinted glass.
Im In the field right now! Trust me, I can see the grass!
The wind is cold! Theres wolves about, and vipers slither past!
Its still right now I write this from, though I am in the past.
Im here right now, you're here right now; so why you feeling sad?
You wont remember these things, in the future, looking back.
So just memorise this poem, it's called the 'Rosy Tinted Crack'.
Things that used to mean a lot
Don’t mean as much today,
Yet missing them can still feel sad,
No matter what they say.
In memory, there’s laughter
And there’s comfort, which surrounds
Friends and family partaking
In the foodstuff that abounds.
In reality, that picture’s
Filtered through a rosy lens,
But the past still seems inviting
When comparing now and thens.
As the world pulls taut around me,
I seek solace in the thought
That most often, all the yearning
Won’t reveal that which was sought.
As her eyelids quickly fluttered
Within his mind, rosy dreams cluttered.
Romantics relish a rendezvous;
each enhances life’s rosy hue.
rosy pink sunset ~
the flush of love reflected
on my lover's face
The rain in Spain is never plain --
not there nor anywhere else, each
drop a stork of rosy rebirth.
the House Finch visits
with beautiful rosy cheeks
a cheerful morning
Heidi Sands
4/14/25
(C)opyright
May we be blessed to live a life
with a multitude of joy…
and a minimum of sorrow…
Where most of the time we can say:
I enjoyed yesterday
I’m having fun today
And…I’m looking forward to tomorrow.
I am so blessed
Look at calm rosy apples
Makes my springy day
ripping veil of night
sun brushes glowing pink lights
on trees and facades
My dream was to marry Miss Poetry
When I was very, very young
Intelligent, determined and strong
Miss Poetry was sweet, zesty and classy.
My Muse was about styles and literature
As I said before, it was always a dream
A luscious dream that shone like a scintillant beam
And I bitterly blamed Mother Nature.
Through inspiration, I tried to find her
Very late at night and early in the morning
Before dawn. So far, I found nothing.
Yet, I’m still searching. I want to conquer
Her smiles, her heart, her soul and rosy kisses
And those would be all the missing pieces.
Copyright © August 2013, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
A lovely dawning
paints a rose tinted sky.
it will rain later,
the sky will disrobe
and fall as summer tears;
a rain softly sorrowful
yet drenched in a gentle joy.
So young and fair
are the fresh skirts
of this new washed air;
a breeze lifts our eyes
to the hem of heaven.
When the rain comes,
when the gray air trembles,
for it most certainly will,
our sprits will know
both delight and drear,
as we recall,
the lovely artistry,
the fine first blush
of this rosy dawn.
You had our meeting
as a chat
like midnight bathers
haplessly skinny dipping
you had it to a fine art
I gave my best shot
like the brightest CV
I rendered my soul
and was found wanting
May I ask you
what are you truly looking for
like a jet plume in the sky
you jettison the natural order
whilst Rosy sleeps
There's no green shoots
to our romance
she liked Numan
I liked Howe
I feel alone now
when she planned to
leave the sit so aptly
All she had our meeting down to
was a chat
when I gave my best
of poetry and photography
and music
You were not as deep
as you made out
despite being a coordinator for Covid jabs
There's no green shoots
to our intended relationship
that's what she said
I felt alone, not so secure
leaving the situ, so assuredly set
had our meeting as a chat only
I gave my best photography, poetry and music
you were not as deep as you first poundered
although you were a Covid organiser
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