Cork, a versatile bark so light From trees it comes, in forests so bright Used in bottles, as stoppers tight Its buoyancy, making boats take flight
By Poets3 years ago in Poets
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,
My first time, so filled with fear, A new experience, so very near. But as I take that step, I know, It's just the start, of where I'll go.
A clicking sound, a whirring noise, A file appears, a digital joys. A burst of speed, a rush of bytes, A world of knowledge, at our fingertips.
The smell of pine and earthy ground, The rustling leaves, a peaceful sound. A tent pitched, a fire blazing bright, The great outdoors, a wondrous sight.
Sunglasses, a shield from the sun, Protecting our eyes, one by one. A stylish accessory, so bold and bright, Making us look cool, day or night.
A name we take, a secret guise, A mask we wear, before our eyes. A nom de plume, a pen name too, A symbol of the writer, that is true.
No time to waste, no time to rest, The clock ticks on, it never stops. We run and rush, from dawn to dusk, In search of moments, we can trust.
The last one, a bittersweet end, A moment to cherish, to hold and tend. For it marks a journey, that's come to close, And the memories, that we've come to know.
Plump, a word often thought of as unkind, A label that can bruise the heart and cloud the mind. But it's important to remember, we come in all shapes,
Expensive shoes, a symbol of wealth, A statement of style, a symbol of self. They shine like diamonds, a work of art, A sign of success, a treasure of heart.
Waylaid, a journey interrupted, A path diverted, dreams corrupted. An unexpected detour, a road less traveled, A challenge to overcome, a test unraveled.
