Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Poem 7: Alliteration Poem
Beloved blossoms bright
Living love's last light
Seeing sacred sights.
Raising rigorous refrain
Singing sweet silent strains
Pleasuring primal pain.
Letting love linger
Touching traumatic triggers
Forcing fighting fires.
Calling clear cases
Seeing sensuous spaces
Lacing love, lining lips.
Crazy curves calling
Tempting tales telling
Senses soon smelling.
Living love's last light
Seeing sacred sights.
Raising rigorous refrain
Singing sweet silent strains
Pleasuring primal pain.
Letting love linger
Touching traumatic triggers
Forcing fighting fires.
Calling clear cases
Seeing sensuous spaces
Lacing love, lining lips.
Crazy curves calling
Tempting tales telling
Senses soon smelling.
Poems 9, 10, & 11: Haiku Poem
The melody sings
through my own ears, I sense the
hearts blooming in August.
I waltz across stone
and find myself cold
in the blistering heat.
Fallen to the ground,
I feel the smooth, awake gravel
in a hug of dreams.
Poem 12: Relative Clause Poem
HUSTLE
Who understands the depth that is actually necessary?
Who plays with this notion & doesn't understand what it could bring?
Who cherishes the lessons that come forth?
Who cries from the hardships that must be dealt with?
Who stains their lips with the promise of victory?
Who sleeps when others are awake?
Who enjoys the wisdom that grows?
Who never lets up, even though your environment says to?
Who is fascinated by the simple being of it?
Who enjoys all of the things in life that is highlighted by this?
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