Time
Precious gift
Received today
Unwrapping it and using wisely
Now
Oddquain
Tag: original poetry
Purpose
Being
Here I am
Living in the Present
Becoming whom I was meant to be
Created for a purpose by Creator
God Almighty, who is the Great I AM
Sensing my destiny
I live Now
Being
Rictameter
Breastplate of Faith
Patrick is Ireland’s patron saint
Though a true Irishman he ain’t
A simple sheep herder was he
A slave he was til age twenty
Then he met God and caused the devil to faint
Limerick
“The Breastplate,” Patrick’s poem of faith and trust in God
Determination
Stand firm
In the Present.
The Past laps at your heels,
Dont let it creep in and spoil the
Future.
Cinquain
Mr. Bubs
Curious Mr. Bubs
His life is full of flubs
He’s clumsy as can be
It’s his idiosyncrasy
Cherihew
Letter by Letter
One letter in front of another
One foot in front of another
Words are like walking
Carefully chosen
They move us forward
Or hold us back
Like feet
Often
Do
Nonet
Yawn…
Tonight,
Set clocks ahead.
Let us save daylight,
And let us lose a hour of sleep.
Tonight,
It is that time if the year again,
That we must “Spring Forward”!
At least clockwise…
So tired!
Butterfly Cinquain
Yesterday’s Path
I chose to walk with Yesterday
Leaving my present glade of time
I gazed at memories
I stood upon regrets
Mired in the past
That I couldn’t change
Misery
Became
Real
Real
Became
Misery
That I couldn’t change
Mired in the past
I stood upon regrets
I gazed at memories
Leaving my present glade of time
I chose to walk with Yesterday
Etheree–Reverse Etheree
Palindrome
Portion Pondering
Will you leave a legacy of love and joy?
Or pilot a trail of endless pain?
With what marked traits does your life employ?
Will you keave a legacy of love and joy?
Or a bitter life which does annoy
By seeking only its own selfish gain?
Will you leave a legacy of love and joy?
Or pilot a trail of endless pain?
Triolet
Daffodil Day
Let not your melancoly heart hold to drear
The daffodils speak of Spring coming soon
Should your nostalgic mind be given to fear
Take a stroll through the Daffodils this mid-noon
No matter the gloomy forecasts you hear
Yellow Daffodils sing Springtime’s tune
So come, shed Winter’s heavy cloak of grey,
Take a walk among the Daffodils today
Ottava Rima
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 