A pug, a wrinkled little ball of joy, With a snort and a smile, it's hard to stay coy. Compact and cute, with a wagging tail,
By Poetsabout a year ago in Poets
The bubbles, they rise, in the glass, so bright, As the orange fizz, dances, in the light. Refreshing, and tangy, with a sweet, citrus scent,
The pages, so white, and the pen, so black, As the words, take shape, and the thoughts, they stack. Ink, so rich, and the stories, untold,
The world, once so steady, now, in shambles it falls, As the winds, of change, whip, and the earth, convulses and crawls. The skies, so dark, and the air, so still,
The sky, so dark, and the air, so still, As the clouds, roll in, and the winds, take a spill. The trees, they sway, and the leaves, they rustle,
A witness, so unreliable, a tale, so hard to trust, With stories, that are twisted, and a memory, that's unjust. They spin, a web of lies, with a voice, that's smooth and sly,
I am a novice, still learning the way, With a heart, that's eager, and a mind that's here to play. I've got dreams, that I chase, and a spirit, that's so bright,
My heart, it beats, for nothing at all, No love, no joy, no happiness to call. It's a void, that's empty, and dark as night,
Neon lights, so bright and so bold, With colors, that shimmer, like precious gems, untold. It's a world, that's alive, with energy and flair,
Heels, a symbol of femininity, A statement of style, a show of identity. They elevate, both body and soul, A confidence boost, making one feel whole.
Divorce, a word that brings heartache and pain, A tearing apart of what once was love and gain. A journey of endings, a road full of strife,
A guy walks into a bar, a place of laughter and cheer, A place to unwind, forget life's worries, and be clear. With a jovial grin, he orders a drink,