Poetry that comes to mind.
My beloved Monstera deliciosa, A verdant specimen of utmost splendor. Foliage, a lush green hue, Resplendent in your waxy texture,
By Alexander J. Valeabout a year ago in Poets
Repose takes over, Unexpected, unplanned, A hazy state, Mind and body caught off-hand. Hours pass, In the blink of an eye,
Oh, the colors in the sky, so bold and bright Beautiful sunset, a breathtaking sight The sky ablaze with hues divine A masterpiece painted by the hand of time
Days are long and nights are rough Earning pennies is not enough Hunger grips with bony hands Stealing joy from weary lands
Struggle is a road tough to tread With battles fought and tears we shed With every step forward, we struggle and fight With every step forward, we hope to see light
A river flows with tears of laughter Of hope and joy and days thereafter It winds its way through hills and dales It winds its way through valleys deep