Thoughts that sometime...rhyme

Crystal Fantasy Point upon point the crystal fantasy builds slowly overnight only to be revealed at daylights first gleaming. The white princess wafting gently in the breeze last night was dried ugly and brown more likely to make one sneeze than stand in awe. Drink in her beauty quick for soon like... Sign in to see full entry.

Sleep has scrubbed the wake from my eyes and grate they now on my lids as hardly open I can keep them nighttime wants in. I fight knowing that if sleep comes morning will invade too soon and win the battle that captures my serenity. Soft warm blankets siren call allures me to come hither between the... Sign in to see full entry.

Hello I got up this morning turned on the radio heard the same old songs doncha’ know. Happy New Year I got dressed and went to the same old job did the same old thing with the same old people for the same pay once again it was a painfully long day. Happy New Year When I got home turned on the tube.... Sign in to see full entry.

Cast in a mold. Ugly I feel it pressing, saying, "change, welcome! my cold cruel conformity. Let me wrap myself about you until you become no one, in a crowd of no ones." Struggling, I keep my foot out, my fingers dig at a crack, unless I escape the future I face forever running in circles, going... Sign in to see full entry.

Stands tall and straight and bends in the winds so it doesn’t fall from its tall. The tree Is green in my dream leaves swirl and dance as the breeze likes to play and prance. The tree a statue stern and cold in winter branches screech in horror at being caught with no foliage what an outrage. The... Sign in to see full entry.

Frosty the snow person Had a button nose and two eyes made out of coal. It was not clear whether they were bituminous or anthracite but since they were intended for decoration rather than combustion they could in no way add to the earth’s atmospheric carbon load nor contribute to acid rain in any... Sign in to see full entry.

Who’s face looks back? When I stare into the mirror the eyes that see me seem to show fear. They say what my brain can not hold, when did I get so old? When I look at the whiskers on my chin there are quite a few gray ones, now when did that begin? The eyes that look into the glass are presided over... Sign in to see full entry.

Morning in the mountains The mountain freshly adorned in lacy snow glimmers in the light of dawn and throws aside puffy fog robes to reveal her splendid beauty. Haughty, she wears her crown of morning kissed clouds while her shimmering flanks reach down to the valley not yet blessed with the white... Sign in to see full entry.

Written by those with names like Dickenson or Frost, troubles, truths and vivid descriptions within their lines are tossed. Paying strict attention all the while to rhyme and meter, never settling for a cheap shot like rhyming with Derek Jeter. Serious poetry Is not the realm of these fingers my... Sign in to see full entry.

Trees, jagged teeth of the mountain try to tear pieces of fiery clouds to shreds. Clouds, afraid, scurry for their lives blushing at their own beauty and shed tears of rain for their own destiny. Sign in to see full entry.