Rhyme Poems
Wild, Lovely Foray
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sunflowers in a lavish bouquet, warm with the heat of day,
Tall, elegant and lovely, faces turned in different directions,
Like a pearly, August moon foray, as the sun is going away;
While it bestows most recent, bronze, sunshine recollections.
The lustrous leaves deep green, and just waiting to be seen,
In the large, red-violet vase, on a table, beside the window,
In zesty, thrill days of summer sheen, and fragrant dreams.
Sunflowers, so elegantly yellow, by the south wall of indigo!
Crystal Waterfall
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Translucent waterfall at the verge of the beach,
Natural sensation, drowsy summertime's peach,
Perpetually in motion, like the hands of a clock,
Terminating soon in a dazzling freshness shock!
Beautiful day scene, veiled in shades of green,
A sparkling jewel at sunset, or in gilded gleam,
And my heart will recollect, well after the sight,
Of cascading coldness rushing, resembling flight.
LAST MEMORIES
by Hrisit Chowdhury
A day will come, the end of your run
when your life will be almost done.
You will recall your weak memories,
some will be of fun and other of worries.
rest will be gone, but will stay a frown.
You will think of the days of class
where you made total fuss,
You will think of the proposal
that time it was quite colossal!
I will come to your mind then
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An August Ago
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The stars shone so much brighter,
And it was merely one August ago,
When carefree hearts were lighter,
Before deep gold summer had to go!
The wandering birds sang a finale,
In the color splashed sunset hour,
As bare trees shivered in a valley,
And long gone is my scarlet flower!
Is Life Meaningless?
by Katherine Collins
Losing my life like a fallen leaf in the air
Thinking my goals were just there
All the games my life is playing is totally unfair
But all I do is just blankly stare
Is life meaningless?
Or is it's just leading us
By teaching us?
But I feel like its teasing us
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Wild, Lovely Foray
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sunflowers in a lavish bouquet, warm with the heat of day,
Tall, elegant and lovely, faces turned in different directions,
Like a pearly, August moon foray, as the sun is going away;
While it bestows most recent, bronze, sunshine recollections.
The lustrous leaves deep green, and just waiting to be seen,
In the large, red-violet vase, on a table, beside the window,
In zesty, thrill days of summer sheen, and fragrant dreams.
Sunflowers, so elegantly yellow, by the south wall of indigo!
The Spirit Unbound
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sacred poetry feeds the soul, like slow rhythms of ever green nature,
And the heartbeat's anticipation of sooner, finding satisfaction in later.
Anything is possible in verse, as it flows from fanciful, unbound mind,
Giving sublime inspiration and comfort, in vibrant styles, one of a kind.
Poetry is as vital to wholesome living, as is pursuing your rosy dream,
Though the sun reigns at lemon noonday, under thick clouds of cream!
When you find yourself wandering, poesy rhythm will guide your feet,
In the dance of self discovery and insight, which makes life complete.
Poetry warms eager hearts steadily, and adds pure romance to living,
Like gazing at the twinkling Milky Way, and stars which keep on giving.
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Good Morning, Lovely World-Nursery Rhyme
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Hello, says the sun, with his bright, warm smile,
Leap frogs are jumping in the cool, green river,
As red robin flies past singing, for many a mile,
And the cool morning breezes, make me shiver.
Good morning, blue sky, where fluffy clouds flit!
Yellow butterflies will be soaring all the day long,
Around and around this beautiful, green planet,
Where violet birds sing the good morning songs.
The Beast of Crimson Hall
by Marra Makinen
Pitter patter on the wall
A mouse skitters down the hall
Thump thump the footsteps thud
Trekking across the floor with mud
Squelching in a crimson red
The roaring beast is happily fed
Stifled cries from the foyer
Feeding eyes of a frenzied voyeur
Black and blue fragmented reflections
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The Dream Days
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Dreamy days of summer, violet petals on the wind,
Apple green forest music, too bad it will soon end,
Petals cover wild walkways, summer's just leaving,
Trees are weeping beauty, summer is just grieving.
Tangelo sun is arising, full of destiny and purpose,
Like fading seasons, always managing to resurface.
Sunlit carpet of petals, late in a pretty garden year,
Like puffy clouds, always going, until others appear.
