History of Making the World Better

(A poetry thread)

We look through our history
and what do we see
but pages and pages
of ancestry.
Whose path laid out
for all to see
the groundwork of what
will come to be
for many sung the notes
of freedom glory
so we could take part
in the melody.

Fire Warms During The Night

As the night creeps on
the air turns chilly
the fire becomes ablaze
warming all
near and far
from winter's chilly gaze.

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If I Could Go Anywhere

(A poetry thread)

If I could go anywhere or do anything, I would…
Walk around in the mindscape fair
Lose my troubles there
Meet the egos from canon and afar
Find my worth on the city's tops.

Practice magic
Red a glow
In the circus tent
Where the one in the cat mask roams.

In the Crystal Waves

(A Poetry thread)

In the crystal waves
hidden from moonlight's gaze
resides the songs
of those struggling to go on.

The wind carries them through the haze
even during the stormiest of days
and drops them off at this place
deep into the crystal waves.

The Little Ornament

(A Poetry thread)

tw: Death and Sickness

A little ornament
so fancy and old
made so long ago
hangs on a rooftop or so I'm told.

As the story goes
it was painted long ago
by a widow quite old
but not unkindly so.

Pitter Patter

Pitter patter
in the rain.

Pitter patter
is the game.

Pitter patter
down the street.

Pitter patter
beside me.

Pitter patter
in the night.

Pitter patter
until daylight.

Pitter patter
into bed.

Pitter patter
rest your head.

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A Little Town

(A Poetry thread)

In a little town
that never seen a drown
little ducklings swim around
on a merry go round.

In the sea
meant for you and me
to live in perfect harmony
a beautiful symphony.

In the fields
wild and free
there are enough crops
for you and me.

Hush Little One

Hush little one
may your nightmares come undone
and may instead sweet little sugar plumes
dance in your head.

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Somber Town

(A poetry thread)

Oh sweet little one
what have you done
everything has come undone.

No more smiles
only frowns
echo around this little town.

All the tears
puddle on
the streets many have traveled on.

No more laughter
only cries
echo this somber lullaby.

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Unconditional Love I've had Enough

(A poetry thread)

Imperfections
A tainted rhyme
Imperfections
What a crime.

To not be perfect
And fit in the mold
To not be a perfect thing
That you would love to hold.