rhyming

Rise and Shine

Rise and shine cutie pie.It’s time to start the day.No more stars in the sky Come one I’ll show you the way.Up up up on you feet, little bumble bee.Make your bed, and bow your head.Grab a smile and come for a while.Together we will start the day.Rise and shine cutie pie.The sun is startingContinue reading “Rise and Shine”

Different Kind of Poetry

I wanted to try a different kind of poetry despite my fondness of rhyming. I performed a Google search and it showed me every kind of poem known to man.Determined to succeed I picked one that felt good. Surely it can’t be that hard, right? By the second paragraph I was still looking for theContinue reading “Different Kind of Poetry”

The Mighty Toe

Silence echoes through the walls.No pitter patter through the halls. A blanket of darkness hinders my eyes.But this is a path I’ve walked a thousand times. One step, two step, three step, four. One step more and I’ll be at the door. Instead of open space like I know, my mighty toe finds a Lego.Continue reading “The Mighty Toe”

Abyss

I open my eyes and the devil is already telling me lies. Mad at the world for just being twirled. Every step I take filled with hate. Everything I touchtakes too much. Am I going insane?Is something wrong with my brain? Maybe I need to eat or put up my feet. Do I need aContinue reading “Abyss”

My Brain

The space between my ears,Is larger than it appears. By measurement it is small,not much bigger than a ball. Yet it holds a sea of memories And carries a vast inventory of stories It grows my hope and dreams And protects what is important to me. Just beyond the flesh and bone,Is a world onlyContinue reading “My Brain”

I like poems that rhyme. They have always been a favorite of mine.A fun little way to unwind and pass the time. What a blessing it is to pick up a penand choose a world to dive in.Do I Choose now or then or somewhere where it all begin? The words dance and sway.A seriesContinue reading “Rhyming”

Hush

An urge to write takes control but my mind seems to resist.Something is amiss. Words on paper, pictures in my head But its all just the surface of why I bled. Words scurry from the lead not wanting to be read. Each time they are brought to light it always means dread.Unheard, unseen, my bridlesContinue reading “Hush”