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Sunflower, oh sunflower, how you turn your face, Toward the sun's warm rays, with such grace. With petals bright and yellow, and leaves so green,
By new kingabout a year ago in Poets
Oh sun, you rise and paint the skies, With golden hues that mesmerize. You bring to us a new day's dawn, And fill our world with light so strong.
When it comes to poetry, I'm a novice, rather new So in practicing the art, I comment on people's content, it's what I do So I think of rhymes
By Thavien Yliasterabout a year ago in Poets
Whiskers and paws, a sight to see, A feline friend, so wild and free. They roam the night, with eyes aglow, Their presence, one that we've come to know.
Grab the baby out of the bath is what You must do Since the bubbles happened, the water quickly changed hue Drain the contents and flush them down the toilet with a cup from the sink
Soft fur, a gentle purr, A feline friend who is never a blur. Graceful and sleek, a sight to behold, A creature of beauty, with stories untold.
How did I end up stuck here? The answer is way less than clear. Too old to be fun. Too young to be done. That's life in the 50th year.
By Misty Raeabout a year ago in Poets
A wagging tail, a joyful bark, A loyal heart that leaves its mark. A furry friend, a faithful guide, A bond that forever will abide.