Short Look Out Over Poems
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Come look out over Lover's ledge,
succumb to the view of the sea;
Strum a new chord on that guitar,
drum a beat that is you and me;
A map of initials carved in
they match all the poems floating;
Sway as they will on the currents
may eternal sparks let you sing.
When I die bury me in the sky
So I can look out over the earth far and wide
When I die bury me in the sky
So I can see if there is life on mars as I'm passing by
When I die bury me in the sky
So I can shine like a star, it's my time
Oh when I die bury me in the sky
For reasons that are personal
You don't need to know why
Bury me in the sky when I die
Form:
"A day goes better with pretty flowers." By Poet
What can I say,
your beautiful look takes my breath away.
Red roses tell a story of love and romance,
white roses show their innocence as they dance.
Pink roses are for me,
with pretty butterflies and that big yellow bee.
As we look out over the sea of roses,
the fragrance itches our sensitive noses.
When winter storms depart
spring is in a desert's heart
Days are long
as hills are steep
Under the sand
memories sleep
Look out over
nothing but land
There's only
the sky and the sand
The sun lights
the burning plains
And clouds refuse
to send the rains
At night
restless winds blow
And all is still
on earth below
The stars shine
brightly overhead
The sun rises and sets
above each bed
Chromatic cascade
across the land
sporting a cavalcade
of roses, parrot tulips,
irises, narcissus
and I look out over the
painted mountain
to revel in the
wildflowers waltzing
in a casual breeze.
Atop the verdigris
the flora brings
serenity to my spirit
and I grab my
paint-box and canvas;
it’s time to capture
the season’s rebirth
once again.
5-7-2021
Nature Poetry Contest
Regina McIntosh
Chloe
Chloe's are the smallest hands
smaller than the hands e.e. cummings gave the rain
Melting the snow of my white glove
together we look out over the white domino tombstones
Chloe's are the brownest eyes
Wet and sad like a spaniel dogs
Tracing the shiny brass buttons on my uniform coat
Chloe is to young to understand why i clench her hand tighter
each time the guns fire for her Daddy
To young to hate me for not saving him.