If the world was more full:
of colors
of laughter
of games and parties.
If children learnt to gaze
Into each otherīs eyes
And didnīt sit side by side
Each immersed in his own
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If the world was more full:
of colors
of laughter
of games and parties.
If children learnt to gaze
Into each otherīs eyes
And didnīt sit side by side
Each immersed in his own
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Camouflage
Beautiful but sad!
After a sleepless night
Is
the
world
made
of
cotton?
Enjoyed both your poems, cacian and tailor. Cacianīs poem reminds me of "The little prince", tailor's is about a not so little princess?
THE EARTH
Itīs brown, itīs red
Itīs green and blue...
Hi, cacian, welcome back!
In English I should like, for example
the "Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carrol because it plays with sounds
Enjoyed the wiki comments on ants and dinos. And the anteater.
The anteater
There once was an anteater
That lived his life, like you and me
To his taste a dish of ants was sweeter
Than the...
:thumbsup:
Blue
Is the horizon blue?
No, that isnīt his hue.
But what does it matter?
All colors are blue.
******double*******
Thanks for the link to the moon! Charming poem!
The wild wind
Derision
encounters
forest gaps.
highly
instrumental
jointly
Genesis
Festive! And...
Ponderously pondering ponds
probe probably primeval prose.
Proud pounds pound
prompting provocative poses.
Enoied the volcanic poem!
The song of chaos
Bellowing canyons
Darkening equators...
Flinching geographies...
Hourglass' ignited jaws
kaputs light mellow noons,
orchestrating pagan...
Chanson
Delicate color study!
Wallflower
Lol!
Haughty hotels
housing heavy hosts
Hippies and hippos hipping
happily
Hailing the hula harp...
#1:blush:
#2 ? Is anything wrong with the elves?
Demonic
earth
forswears
good
habits,
intentions,
judgments,
Thanks! Liked yours very much too, specially itīs double meaning.
The village sleeps
one lonely rooster
advertises dawn.
Lol! Sorry! Missing part of the poem restored above.
Elves
fight
gnomes,
hastily
inducing
jolting
movements
never
Moonwalk
Loved the image. Yes, itīs a self consolatory poem, but the cold is getting better already, thanks!
Sleepy afternoon
Under the fading sunlight
the workers doze.
Yes I guess it is how it all began. Well, this ia a contest, so...
Xerxes yapok zigzagged
across bland caravels
denigrating every feat,
gaining hourly indulgences
jostling keenly lost...
Lol! Did you write this before lunch?
"He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark". Disabled by Wilfred Owen.
https://hellopoetry.com/poets/wilfred-owen/
chaos
Enjoyed!
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