Can I win you over with a poem
Or maybe with a song
I find myself drawn to a girl I barely know
I have an affinity for you,
You feel so familiar in my thoughts
There's a four letter word I wish I could say
To sum up all these feelings I can't explain
Maybe it's too early so I'll refrain
I dwell on a stranger I've never met
Give in, oh Stranger, grant this wooer a chance
Let him foster your pups,
And grow into the man you'll love
As much to this haze of summer
To a many headed wooer
For young budding, more fair
Lost her, this youth; of nine.
As far strayed, in my warped thinking
As distant, the 'field, too playing'
One, mists of time, back through
Of me, loses the view.
I've been frequently right,
And I've often been wrong.
I've had plenty of breaks
And made lots of mistakes,
I've been weak, I've been strong.
Looking back, now, I see
That is my destiny,
What else is there to be
But what I am?
I've been good, I've been bad,
Much more sinner than saint.
I've been wooer and wooed,
I've been misunderstood,
Been called perverse and quaint.
But I do what I love,
And when push comes to shove,
What more is needed to prove
That I am what I am?
There are times I fit in,
Times when I don't belong.
I hear opening chords
And start singing the words
To a whole different song.
But I rise when I fall,
And though my footprint is small,
Still I strive to stand tall
And be all that I am.
"the gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, kisses the blushing leaf."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Spring arrives upon gentle Zephyr air.
softly kisses new leaves,
Whispers greetings for birds to share,
shoos snowy thieves.
Scent of new flowers hides in Zephyr's hair,
as new seedlings she checks
She calls sunshine for weather fair,
melt winter's flecks.
Birds fly from winter nests in Zephyr skies
set to build a new nest.
First, a partner catching their eyes,
spring does the rest.
A lovely world forms of greens, subtle golds,
and sweet bird songs surround.
Springtime's magic Zephyr unfolds
joy all around.
December 22, 2022
for Writing Challenge Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing Poetry Contest
by Constance La France
howmanysyllables=10, 6, 8, 4
As the sand washed shore
By crystalline ocean waves
Are the memories
Unfounding many deceits
Perfidious hope to heart
Semblative a poet's wooer
A villain's swain
wot not?
The complex pox,a sickly
wine?
Whore,a huligan mazzle
sooner the old blue wanes
What remains?
Waggish frawn?
Sedative grief.
These trumpery looks of
stones,this vaward sob,
Prattle odds and old
slacks,quaffing soup;
how whimpish.
Seething lavander:
the vapour shroud song_
Crest twinkle like
fatties and momies_haist
Young poet.
Irish kinds
My simbling beauty.
The scented feet of
hers;Suwilangi,this line
These glamps inverted words.
humpy dot?
flamish eyes.
His slow paced emotions;
these_built on tempered motor
varlet swain
wot not?
The simple wax,no ill bed
drink.
My lady,maybe last;run now_
squeeze my breath_from my
hands take your heart.
Wisper slow
fade as smoke;his sight
these:elapsed.
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