Rictameter Poems
Rictameter (Satin)
by Poetry Forms
Satin
As your lips are
Pressed to mine as velvet
Soft and full with rounded sweetness
Two gentle petals alive with the night
Misted in the summer beauty
Of rains that shower love
'Pon your lips of
Satin
......
Rictameter (Sunshine)
by Poetry Forms
Sunshine
Buttery soft.
Peeking through the treetops.
Sneaking into the shadowed grove.
Bouncing off the water droplets of mist.
Claiming the dew-kissed foliage.
Blanketing in its warmth.
Silent blessings.
Sunshine.
Rictameter (Alone)
by Poetry Forms
Alone,
watching the tides
ebb and flow pass me by,
I ask myself why I stay here.
Looking past the sparkle and glitter to
reality, the harsh truth is
I don't have any friends.
I'll always be
alone.
Rictameter (Treasure)
by Poetry Forms
Treasure
Placed in your view
So close but out of reach
Torturous to all your senses
For they each cry aloud to possess it
Their desires forever unquenched
For the things some want most
They cannot have
Treasure
......
Richer Beauty
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Greener
cobalt skies, sun
and redbird songs we missed
when flowers are back, so fragrant
and dreamy butterflies waft in splendor
in budding days of renewal.
Emerging beautiful
awaited long,
Greener
Richer Beauty
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Greener
cobalt skies, sun
and redbird songs we missed
when flowers are back, so fragrant
and dreamy butterflies waft in splendor
in budding days of renewal.
Emerging beautiful
awaited long,
Greener
Honey
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sunshine,
embracing all.
So mellow like honey!
You are lighting up all my days,
and blooms come to call, wherever you fall.
Greenest days under sapphire skies!
We live in a gold world,
and we all seek
Sunshine.
Rictameter (Alone)
by Poetry Forms
Alone,
watching the tides
ebb and flow pass me by,
I ask myself why I stay here.
Looking past the sparkle and glitter to
reality, the harsh truth is
I don't have any friends.
I'll always be
alone.
Rictameter (Sunshine)
by Poetry Forms
Sunshine
Buttery soft.
Peeking through the treetops.
Sneaking into the shadowed grove.
Bouncing off the water droplets of mist.
Claiming the dew-kissed foliage.
Blanketing in its warmth.
Silent blessings.
Sunshine.
Rictameter (Treasure)
by Poetry Forms
Treasure
Placed in your view
So close but out of reach
Torturous to all your senses
For they each cry aloud to possess it
Their desires forever unquenched
For the things some want most
They cannot have
Treasure
......
