ASF Poetry Thread

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Nature's Beauty

Petals soft as silky skin,
Dancing in the breeze within,
Colors vibrant, hues so bright,
Nature's beauty, pure delight.

Roses red, a classic tale,
Lilies white, a pure prevail,
Sunflowers tall, with faces bold,
Dahlias showy, stories untold.

Tulips sway, in gentle dance,
Carnations sweet, a fragrant trance,
Jasmine blooms, with scent so fine,
Filling hearts with love's sweet sign.

Violets modest, yet oh so grand,
Poppies delicate, in this land,
Lilacs bloom, with purple hue,
Fragrant as the memories anew.

Daisies brighten up the day,
Orchids exotic, in every way,
Peonies lush, a romantic sight,
Filling hearts with love's pure light.

In gardens blooming, they thrive,
A symphony, alive and rife,
Petals unfolding, like a dream,
Beauty bursting, or so it seems.

In every color, shape and size,
Flowers bring joy, with sweet surprise,
Fleeting beauty, yet so grand,
A gift from nature, to this land.

Their beauty touches hearts so deep,
A language universal, they speak,
Of love, of hope, of life's own might,
Flowers bring us joy, in morning light.

The Wandering Philosopher

 

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Poetry in Motion

Bodies sway, like dancers free,
Movement flows, wild and carefree.
Steps entwined, in rhythmic beat,
Hearts beating fast, to the music's repeat.

Eyes locked in, a loving gaze,
Souls connected, in every phase.
Hands touch skin, a spark takes flight,
Love's energy, in the dark of night.

Feet stamping out, a primal sound,
Music pulsing, all around.
In perfect sync, they move as one,
Their love a dance, just begun.

With every step, a story's told,
Of love and passion, young and old.
Their hearts beating, like a drum,
In perfect harmony, they've just begun.

The Wandering Philosopher

 

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A Right To Be Heard

A right to be heard
Not censored of word
A voice that is true
Not a momentary view
A word that is said
It remains in our heads
Of value that’s true
In both me and you
It signals the start
From deep in our hearts
A sentence recalls
From the big to the small
It flows like a stream…
“I have a dream…”

By Zelda Quakawoot, Mackay, Queensland