Epistolary Poem

                   Dear Flower Box,

Thank you for bringing life

                   To my home on Sheffield Lane,

                                         For every inch you inhabit

                     Is splashed with commonly unique color.

Your body is a Wonderland.

A picture is worth a thousand words

Blur

 

It’s all a blur.

The day you walked away

Leaving me with more to say,
Ended the life I knew.

It’s all a blur.

Why was it was time to end?

Did our lives no longer blend?
I just don’t understand.

It’s all a blur.

No matter the reason,

It began a new season,
My picture of you, now clear.

Parody Challenge

                                                                  Trees
                                                       By: Joyce Kilmer

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,	5
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.	10
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

                           My Trees Parody

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose plentiful nuts feed those grey pests,

A nuisance who leaps branch to branch collecting,

A squirrel who takes over my home when winter comes around.

A tree that houses the obnoxious birds

Who proceed to wake me with a start each morning.

A tree whose branches scratch my windows,

The sound piercing my ears, encouraging Goosebumps.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only a true fool would plant a tree.

Day 14: Sonnets

Decisions

Although your decision came as a surprise,

I cannot ignore the hope in your eyes.

I encourage you to pursue your dreams,

My excitement for you bursts at the seams.

I know you will make it no matter where you are

Because you truly are a shining star.

You will always be my favorite twin,

My partner in crime who makes me grin.

Please know that I would never trade

All the memories that we have made.

I will be here for you, day or night,

I will prove it to you with all my might.

I hope to be there when you are a blushing bride,

Because to you, I am forever tied.

Ghazel

Just Dance

When you are overwhelmed, just dance.

If you lose your way, just dance.

Do me a favor and take a chance,

After all, it is just one dance.

Don’t worry about your stance,

I will support you in you dance.

With a touch of romance,

You will prove you know how to dance.

I knew it from the first glance,
You are the one with whom I want to dance.

The way you move has put me in a trance,
It time for the two of us to dance.

Swedish Poetry Tribute

Boyal Tribute

Hur kan jag säga...
Hur kan jag säga om din röst är vacker.Jag vet ju bara, att den genomtränger migoch kommer mig att darra som ett lövoch trasar sönder mig och spränger mig.
Vad vet jag om din hud och dina lemmar.Det bara skakar mig att de är dina,så att för mig finns ingen sömn och vila,tills de är mina.

Jenny Nunn's translation:
How Can I Tell ...
How can I tell if your voice is beautiful.I only know, that it penetrates meand makes me shake like a leafand tears me to shreds and splits me.
What do I know about your skin and limbs.It makes me tremble that they  are yours,so for me there is no sleep or rest,till they are mine

5 Senses Challenge

Disappointment

Disappointment is a grey cloud.

It sounds like a children wailing,

Tastes like sour milk,

And smells like rotten eggs.

Disappointment is inevitable,

Yet it maintains the feeling of betrayal.