Coffee, dark and warm, A comforting hug, in every cup. Aroma rich, it's scent transform, Energizing senses, lifting up.
By Mystery3 years ago in Poets
A monument stands tall and proud, A symbol of the past that still shines bright. It tells a story of battles won, of heroes crowned,
An ogre roams through the dark and dense, A fearsome creature, covered in hair. Its roar echoes through the land immense,
Lean as a willow in the wind, Graceful and supple, yet strong and steadfast. It bends but never breaks, a noble friend,
The uncanny creeps into the night, A mystery shrouded in the unknown. It whispers secrets just out of sight, And leaves us feeling on our own.
A tart, a treat, a little bite, A pastry filled with sweet delight. With crisp crust, and juicy inside, It tantalizes, and warms the night.
Ivy that creeps and crawls, A green embrace, a clinging vine. It winds its way, up walls and halls, A verdant braid, a lifeline.
Clouds that drift across the sky, Ethereal shapes, ever-changing. A canvas of white, as far as the eye can spy, An endless work of art, forever rearranging.
Scarves, a warm embrace, around the neck, A cozy friend, in cold and bitter weather. They come in many colors, patterns and specks,
Oh crap, a muttered sigh, A moment of frustration and woe. A slip of the tongue, a little sigh, A feeling that's hard to let go.
Productivity is a precious gem, A key to success, it's said. A mindset and habit, within us, That leads to achievements, ahead.
In this modern world we live in, Technology and progress win. From smartphones in our hands, To self-driving cars on the land.
