Cracked screen, a broken sight, A blemish on beauty, in the day and night, It's a symbol of fragility, in our fast-paced lives,
By Poemsabout a year ago in Poets
Your mom called, a voice from the past, A reminder of home, that just won't last, She's checking on you, to see how you're doing,
Missing, a feeling so deep, A wound so raw, it's hard to keep, It's the emptiness, that lingers within, The longing for someone, who's no longer seen.
Pen and paper, tools of the trade, Together they never fade. With ink they write, with lead they draw, Stories and thoughts, that awe.
Cried Wolf, a story that's oft told, Of a shepherd, who was crafty and bold, With his tricks, he raised the alarm, But in the end, caused great harm.
Toto, a name so true and bright, A faithful friend, a constant sight. With wagging tail and cheerful bark, A companion, on life's journey, a mark.
Black truffles, nature's delight, A treat, so rare and hard to sight. With earthy scent and flavor bold, These gems, a gourmet's treasure hold.
A mystery deep, a question still, Who killed, a secret to fulfill. With each clue, a step ahead, The truth, a shadow not yet shed.
Who said what, a mystery to unfold, Words of wisdom, stories untold. With each quote, a message to impart, A legacy of knowledge, from the heart.
Up the meds, a daily dose, A path to healing, a journey close. With each pill, a step ahead, A journey to wellness, a goal to be met.
An escalator, a moving stair, A journey, up and down, with care. With each step, a rise or fall, A path, to reach, the highest hall.
Wine or whine, a choice to make, With each sip, a decision at stake. One, a drink of joy and peace, The other, a bitter release.