Perfection was there,
And I miss the way it felt
Each day that passes, I yearn
For another chance to re-live that day.
Marigolds danced with the wind,
And I passed up another opportunity
To sleep in throughout the day, but I was okay
With simply savoring the sun's hospitality.
Strawberry colored lips confronted me
And my relaxed, untempting compusure, as I
Took the initiative to sit underneath the tree
That kept me from suffering another burn, or three.
A frown formed into a smile
As he gave out his hand to help me up.
He was a stranger in my eyes, but I felt more secure
After he handed me a strawberry picked straight from the tree.
His voice became angelic when he began to sing,
And each second that passed, I didn't miss a thing.
The wind carried on from there, as he took my hand;
We danced for hours on end, I finally had not a care.
Author notes
It's 4:30 in the morning, and I really don't care what anyone thinks of this.
It's been awhile since I've written anything anyway, so I don't expect to win, or even have any good criticism on this, but thanks for wasting your time.(:
A contest entry
- Poetry From Poets by onerios13.
20000 points, ended August 26, 43 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
Comments
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lol You sound so defeated before you even got started. But, honestly, the fact you DID write something, when it's been awhile, says a lot. I love it when poets give it a shot. The poem was cute and heartwarming, and that's all it needs to be.
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