A path that once was clear, is now covered in fog
The solid ground is now a bog
©Maria Michaela
Archive for November, 2019
I wanted to move away from you
Forget this silliness of a crush
But then you show that gentle smile
And with a single “hi”
I go back to you like a boomerang
©Maria Michaela
She was known as the old lady who was freaky
Her house was so old and creeky
That people thought it was haunted and spooky
But truth was, she was actually goofy
And her house was just a little bit wonky.
©Maria Michaela
She was alone but didn’t feel lonely
Until they told her that she was empty
©Maria Michaela
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I’m trying to start these short and simple poetry. I’ll write more of these in the future. Can’t come up with a title of this. Anyone who has ideas for a good title?
Edit: Okay. So changed the title from Short Poetry (1) to Alone as suggested by @judeitakali. – Thanks a bunch! 🌹
You may check his page via the link below. https://wordeologist.wordpress.com/
Clouds were about, that early morning
Dawn hasn’t even cracked yet
It was supposedly dark but a single light shone
Pale yellow it was, and so I looked up
Floating up there was the moon
It didn’t shy away behind the clouds
Alone it was but proudly it gave some light
It accompanied me that cold early morning
©Maria Michaela
Today is filled with sorrow
While also uncertain of tomorrow.
Still looking at the brighter side
Although the sorrow I cannot hide.
©Maria Michaela
Thank you to the 1,302 earthlings following this blog. I appreciate all of you. 😘😘😘
-Maria Michaela
Living life at the sound of the alarm clock
Waiting for it to go
I don’t think that’s how it’s supposed to be
But then I find myself asking
Until when?
Until when do we have to be slaves of time?
©Maria Michaela
