I was walking after class in the warmth And he spoke to me like old times, it felt so good The world is beautiful inside and out Happiness and hope
Author: Sarah
Hackneyed words and other commonalties Great Greek God piercing the sky with his lightening bolts Ooggling their goodies with our desperate eyes Cookies stuck to the pan because we didn’t
She peers into her crystal ball and pricks a pin into her voodoo doll All the while her ravens squawking at her looming teacher and warlock Oh what a thrill
Taking a simple walk The smell of sand and rocks Uneven terrain, cracked pavement, trampled grass Why walk when you can run? Why run when you can fly? But don’t
My arm is on my lap. I am stuck in a place that has no restraints. I am waiting in a line in a crowded cafeteria impatient and worrisome. Do
Tick, tock; the echo of the clock the chiming, rhyming repetitiously against the hour it’s white elegant face, round and smooth, yet, counting away pleasures steadfastly. The clock reminds “never
There she is, there’s the girl Playing with her ball I pour the water out of the cup Quiet as a mouse enter the house So significant the blanket Remain
On some evening after sunset, I’ll drift home on a star. Happily with my eyes shut, drifting through the sky over the roofs and past the cars, not too near,
A sonnet is truly too hard to write since there are so many styles and types. Make it with ten syllable or without? Octave, sestet, rhyme or not, I don’t
Where are we going and whom are we calling? Talk over each other’s voices and yell through the window dirty like a child What city and what state? Whichever helps