The youngest little girl running
Toward entirely new beginning.
Categories:
youngling, baby, childhood, future, growing
Form: Crystalline
''Blissfully! Youngling in prayer, strengthening, the bond of trust and unity with the Lord. Amen.''
Categories:
youngling, happiness, religious,
Form: Epigram
I will passion fierce as any youngling
Comparable to a windy whistle
My admirer butchered in camville
You unknowingly mourn over the ground
I will ask to steal from their mammaries
Unify all my strong feeling in one
Categories:
youngling, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Intense laundry day, aura of fumes progress
Laziness to portray, the mistress line of dress
Lying about proudly, the toys all spread about
Corduroy speaks loudly, on this child--strong and stout
Den has rays of sunshine, with dust flowing through
Its warm to the sublime, sleepy to the touch of you
Nap time is coming, youth has its perks
Mother is sadly humming, time doesn’t work
Lying on the cushy rug, leaving marks on your face
Dreaming overtly snug, a companion to slip and race
TV softly running the news, volume is turned low
For the baby needs to snooze, slips away down below
The mother sighs with relief, as he falls asleep
The bottle warm without belief, his eyes she can’t keep
Russell Sivey
Categories:
youngling, baby, childhood, mother, youth,
Form: Rhyme
Intense laundry day, aura of fumes progress
Laziness to portray, the mistress line of dress
Lying about proudly, the toys all spread about
Corduroy speaks loudly, on this child--strong and stout
Den has rays of sunshine, with dust flowing through
Its warm to the sublime, sleepy to the touch of you
Nap time is coming, youth has its perks
Mother is sadly humming, time doesn’t work
Lying on the cushy rug, leaving marks on your face
Dreaming to have a pug, a companion to slip and race
TV softly running the news, volume is turned low
For the baby needs to snooze, slips away down below
Russell Sivey
Categories:
youngling, nostalgia, youth,
Form: Verse
yesterday we met
lies we spoke
love it was
Romeo and Juliet we were
moment we had
But No ,love is a wonder of its own
yesterday we met
lies we spoke
love it was
me and you,we were
memories we created
history it is .
Categories:
youngling, care,
Form: Alliteration