Upon the beach we snaked wet sand
And made it long and round.
With apple placed before its face
It slithers on the ground.
Maybe there’s an Eve somewhere
And Adam by her side
Who watched us make this fancy snake
And made them smile with pride.
Written for dVerse Poetics hosted by Lillian with the challenge to create “a verb from a noun, adjective, or other word”. I turned “snake” into “snaked” at the beginning of the poem.
I took the photo of the sand sculpture, but I do not know who made the snake. One day later it was almost completely erased by the waves.
Quietly awaiting word
Of what I need to do.
I hope I’ll figure out it when
Some whisper does come through.
I hope that something does come through
So I won’t feel alone
But even if some nothing comes,
This silence I’ll still own.
Written for dVerse Quadrille #24 with prompt “whisper” hosted by De Jackson (WhimsyGizmo).
Humor feeds those parts of man
That hope sweet dreams come true
And woman feels she finally can
Do what she wants to do.
Anyone is happy when
Laughter lightens air.
Giggles entertain us then
And we no longer care.
This poem is a simple one.
It rhymes and sounds like verse.
I hope that now you know it’s done
It don’t make matters worse.
Posted for dVerse OpenLinkNight #187.