Questions unending
Lost in frantic thoughts
Hoping for a breath
Of peace
Author: adamcallahan117
Writer, poet, contemplator.
531 – sunset
Warmest orange light
Touching flowers on the ground
Blessing them with life
A hoppin’ good night
On one hoppin’ good night
I sat out with my dear
We drank to sunset red
And kissed into the morn
Memorial
And when remembering heroes
Remember too their peace
Their carefully chosen words
With never brag nor boast
And hold them in your hearts
(That much remains the same)
Violence do not glorify
They never did.
Iambic pentameter
‘Iambic pentameter is a bore’
Say those without a single shred of wit
Though I’ll admit, perhaps it’s a bit more
Effort than what appears the worth of it
Another’s charms
I have more love than I could ever use
From she who holds me tightly in her arms
Ask me again and e’er it’s her I’ll choose
I’ll care not for another’s grace and charms
Sunsweat
Days of heat and sweat and tears
Drenched in atmosphere
Summer solstice ever nears
I see air rising here
523
I forgot to write a poem!
Whatever shall I do?
Give up and now forgo ’em?
Stop writing? Reading, too?
I’m feeling so embarrassed
But now the hour is late
So I will merely write this
And ‘morrow sleep by eight
522
Half a heart and half a home
Leave little room for minds to roam
About the trees
What is it about the trees
That so fascinates my mind?
What is it about their branches
That makes me want to climb?
What is it about the leaves
That makes me want to paint?
What is it about the trees?
