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Imagery Poetry

It's all about the image,
It's all about the looks.
You've got to get the crannies,
You've got to get the nooks.
You must describe it thorough,
You must describe it well,
And I just think Imagery is really rather swell!

Copyright © Ally Hedgecock | Year Posted 2017



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The Sea

As the tides roll in the salty smell,
I stand by the sea and know all is well.
For the sound of the waves and the twilight sky,
Calms my soul, and knows peace is nigh.
And the reflection of the moon in the sea,
Makes all the darkness inside me flee.

And the sound of the crickets inside my head,
Makes me feel like I'm back in bed.
They entertain the turtles, slugs and sand,
Them in their little cricket jazz band.

Then, the feeling of wet sand on my toes,
And the smell of the sea flowing in my noes,
Then I see the glow of morning over the horizon,
And peace fills my soul, the sun is rising.
Then the cool sea breeze fills my hair,
And as I look at the sky, I know dawn is near.

Then slowly, the crickets stop.
And the moon and stars begin to drop.
Soon the sky will fill with light,
So kiss goodbye the starry night.
Kiss goodbye the stars and moon,
For those white peppered flecks will be gone soon.
And as the darker sky turns to gray,
You must soon get ready for day.

Copyright © Ally Hedgecock | Year Posted 2017

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Midnight Stallion Mystic

10/3/17
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In the night, dark and cold,
There gallops a stallion, strong and bold.

His beautiful coat, brown and sleek,
Slim and shiny, like polished teak.

His black mane and sloshing tail,
His sturdy hooves, hard as nails.

His bulging muscles and burly legs,
Harder than a wooden peg.

His tossing mane, in the wind,
His legs and muzzle, black and singed.

His shiny, reflective, rippled skin,
His hoofs on the ground and their vibrant din.

His smooth strong gallop, beautiful,
His daring brown eyes, purposeful.

And still he gallops, gallops on,
And gallop he will, until the dawn.

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April Showers

10/3/17

What is it? What is it? It's something new!
Can you tell me? Or do I tell you?
I do not know what this queer thing is,
But it brings a sense of joy and bliss.
A burst of color, a beautiful thing,
My stomach is fluttering while my heart doth sing.

On this rather rainy day,
What are these things anyway?
Falling, falling, from the sky,
So many questions, yet no reasons why.
But this little thing above my head,
Will protect me, or so they said.
Wet my little back should be,
It always seemed odd to me.

I'm all propped up upon my bench,
As I look at the grass, green and drenched.
Then I look at the burst of color, bright,
And I compare to the clouds, soaking the light.
Then I moved my little shelter amiss,
So my little face the rain could kiss.

And my little red and white polka dot 
umbrella stood amid the rain and grass,
And maybe just until, the flourishing rain will pass.

Copyright © Ally Hedgecock | Year Posted 2017

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Moonlight In the Meadow

The moon shines bright, it's cascading light,
In the evening, this little meadow,
The beautiful moon, the beautiful night,
It's dim light and dim lit shadows.

The small white stars, the big blue moon,
The dark grass and chirping crickets,
As the leaves and grass play their reedy tune,
A quiet but vivid spirit.

And through the night the moon will shine,
It's light soft and sweet,
The surrounding sound of nature divine,
The sun can wait with it's heat.

And the moon's soft sweet light,
Like a blanket covering my tired body,
Sweet moon, carry me home tonight.

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When the Clock Strikes Midnight

Little city, little place, busy people, small town,
But the fun just begins when the smiling sun goes down.
There are things that might just seem, like something, just so small,
A little shadow, passing by, but no, not at all...

Some things creep, in the deep, quickly, silently hiding,
But it's not even good yet, it'll get exciting.
They're all anxious, waiting, waiting, for the special time,
Ten minutes, five, three, one, until they hear the clock chime.
Then suddenly, it's twelve, the time, the chime has now come,
Creeping, crawling, screaming, bawling, all the light succumb.

Screaming, agony, feel the excruciating pain,
Fire, death, the pain, intense, binding you with burning chains.
They'll skin you, rip you, stab and pin you, not one can help.

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The Autumn

The leaves of
 Autumn falling on
   the ground, the leaves
    Autumn falling all around.
     The leaves of Autumn falling
      everywhere, with a crunch on the
       ground and a spice in the air. The
        Autumn brings colors of orange and brown,
          And the crunching of leaves, a famous Autumn
                sound; And I love the Autumn.

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Fall Is Falling

One leaf 
             Falls 
                    to the ground, and doesn't even make a sound,
Two leaves
                Fall
                      to the ground, and barely even make a sound,
Three leaves 
                   Fall
                         to the ground, and make a little tiny sound,
Four leaves 
                 Fall
                       to the ground, and make a tiny sound,
Five leaves 
                 Fall
                       to the ground, and make a quiet sound.
An acorn 
              Falls 
                      to the ground, and scares everyone around.

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The End of Summer

I guess it's the end of summer now,
And that is such a bummer now,
So many fun things to do,
But there's something new coming into view;
Autumn is here ready as can be,
Ready to paint the wind and trees.

Copyright © Ally Hedgecock | Year Posted 2017


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