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Her Red Umbrella
Her red umbrella, bright and bold, A shelter from the rain and cold. With every drop, it twirls and sways, A splash of color on cloudy days.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Bonfire Night
Bonfire Night On Bonfire Night, with skies aglow, Jacket potatoes, warm and slow. Wrapped in foil, so soft and right,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Her Red FireWorks
Her Red Fireworks Up in the sky, bright and red, Her fireworks dance, filling hearts with dread. With a pop and a crackle, they light the night,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
My Red Gypsy Wedding Dress
In the glow of the night, she spins with grace, In her big red dress, a magical place. Laughter and music fill the warm air,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Toast And Lemon Curd
A slice of bread, so nice and warm, In the toaster now I wait I fold my arms . Pop! It sprung, to my happy delight
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Sunshine
Driving Radio on Another poem Another stupid line Because you are my sunshine The thing that keeps me from losing my mind
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Weight
Strapped in my vest The weight crushing my chest Why does life always feel like a test Trapped in the vestments of life
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Red Ladies Ghost
The Red Lady of Wigan By a Wigan lake, where the waters flow, A ghostly figure in red starts to glow. She wanders alone, lost in her sorrow,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Magical Stone Moldavite
The Allure of Moldavite: A Celestial Stone of Transformation Moldavite, a mesmerizing gem born from the cosmos, captures not only the eyes but also the hearts of those who encounter it. This unique stone, with its stunning green hue and intriguing origins, is more than just a beautiful piece of nature; it is a symbol of transformation, evolution, and the ethereal connections we share with the universe. Born from the impact of a meteorite collision with the Earth millions of years ago, moldavite serves as a bridge between the celestial and the terrestrial, grounding the spirit while encouraging a profound connection to the greater cosmos.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Her Red Wine
In the evening glow, she pours her red wine, With each gentle sip, everything’s fine. Strawberry juice, a splatter of cheer,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Her Red Food
She is in the kitchen. Now what is here for me ? Only red foods are appetising, to her you see. Tomatoes and cherries, strawberries too,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Goodbye Red
The Red Phase Is Over The red phase is done, The bright days have passed. We shared so much joy, But those moments won’t last.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets