I took a cup of sunset and sipped it like coffee
Taking in the days labor and now feeling sleepy.
A pillow to keep company and to rest my tired head
Off to dreamland I go as I lay still in bed.
©Maria Michaela
I took a cup of sunset and sipped it like coffee
Taking in the days labor and now feeling sleepy.
A pillow to keep company and to rest my tired head
Off to dreamland I go as I lay still in bed.
©Maria Michaela
A path that once was clear, is now covered in fog
The solid ground is now a bog
©Maria Michaela
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! 🌹
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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
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
The clock strikes midnight and you’re all alone
An eerie feeling washes over you then you hear a low moan
The floorboards creek but you’re standing still
Your heart now beating fast and suddenly a chill!
Someone or something is wailing in the distance
You now wish you have someone else for assistance
As something is slowly creeping its way to you
And you have a feeling it wouldn’t just say “boo!”
The darkness is hiding whatever is coming while you are now more aware of your fears
You say a silent prayer but it doesn’t stop your tears
You hold your breath as you know the thing is going to get you
Suddenly! You think you hear something coo
You turn around slowly and what do you see?
A mirror showing a reflection of yourself that’s as pale as can be.
©Maria Michaela
Let me look back and tell you of my fond memories
My memories of my childhood
When things were simple and fun despite most of it not going all too well.
Let me tell you of how the old days were
Of how there were more trees than skyscrapers
Of how fresher the air was.
I look back having remembered some of the things that happened during the war
How we hid
How we heard the bombings while huddled and hidden.
I remember my teenage years
The dances, the friends and even some of the funny stories
I remember my teachers and look back being thankful for them.
I look back hoping you’d share my excitement too
One day, you too will be looking back on your life
And I hope you remember me when you do.
©Maria Michaela
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