winter is not white
she is blue and sparkly,
a reflection of gorgeousness
with dazzling crystals all over her frozen carpet
she is pristine, virginal, fresh, a delight every year
Categories:
sparkly, winter,
Form: Free verse
Ultimate diva on fire is what Miss Piggy is.
She twirls and whirls and thinks she’s a whiz.
Spreading self-confidence around the room.
Sparkly and sassy, she needs no prince or groom.
Her feathered boa is laced with silver and gold.
At a hundred and fifteen, Miss Piggy will not be old.
What can I say about her? Where do I start?
She is confidence personified, a diva with heart.
Teensy bit braggadocio, but she knows she is the best.
She flutters around the room, poking in everyone’s nest.
Expecting the party to begin because she is here at last.
Miss Piggy is all of that, a quintessential diva blast!
Categories:
sparkly, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Raven black evenings
waiting for the ice cream truck
on the starlit stairs
Crowds of blossoming children
eager for a Tastee Freez
Smoky summer nights
the fun day's heat lingering
'til the daily treat
A favorite memory
tracks the golden halls of time
Written on 8/20/2022
For: Childhood Nostalgia Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Categories:
sparkly, childhood, fun, games, night,
Form: Tanka
embroidery threads
luxurious comforter
sparkles up my home
Categories:
sparkly, joy,
Form: Senryu
1566 Eastward Street
Hampton City
September 26, 2016
4:00 p.m.
Detective Sparkly called Tarlene to meet at his office and tell her the conclusion of the investigation. Tarlene arrived to Detective Sparkly office. She was very impacted with the findings of the investigation. She never suspected of Tracey as the possible author of the crime. Detective Sparkley and Tarlene looked at their eyes. An unexplainable spark surged between them.
They agreed to meet at the coffee shop next day. Time will tell what holds the future for Detective Sparkly and Tarlene.
The End
Nayda Ivette
11-28-2015
Categories:
sparkly, death, murder, mystery,
Form: Free verse
All that glitters is never gold,
One can only believe a small
percent of what is spoken,
or seen,
Illusions can present life as a wonderful
dream, and once all the fluff and trimmings
disappear,
Only the stark reality exists
and life is as mundane as can be....
Categories:
sparkly, introspection, life, life,
Form: Light Verse