I'll meet you in the irises My dear, my dear Where no one will see How much you mean to me Hide in the flowers, My dear, my dear And we'll spend the hours Searching for our towers With no one but you and me. We'll count the stars My dear, my dear And race …
I don't believe it is any surprise as to the inspiration of today's poem. I don't know where you live but it is the dog days of summer here in Oklahoma, triple digits every day. Today is a high of 111F, not the "feels like" mind you, but actual Fahrenheit temperature.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me!" That's what they taught us to use as a quick response to bullying, more so name-calling and verbal teasing. I doubt this would be effective when placed in a headlock and enduring a noogie. Whenever I'd run tearfully to my parents after a sibling made a bullying poem about me (it actually was well made but at six this was not appreciated as of yet), my parents, tired from full time jobs and three kids, would say "sticks and stones, sweetie. Go back and say that to them."
Hello, everyone! I hope you're having a great week so far. School is starting everywhere of all grades. I'll be starting my final year of graduate school and (hopefully) will secure my Masters at the end of this year. At any rate, I hope everyone is having a great start. Teachers, my heart goes out …
Love it or loathe it, I present my latest Poetry Post for a short but sweet nature piece, Redbud.
For your patience, please explore, read, and enjoy or loathe my newest poem, "Waiting..."
A good day, afternoon, morning, or night, whenever you are reading this. This is another poem post of a current word I created within the last couple of months. I hope you enjoy it! Waking My heart wakes me, a frightened hummingbird caged within my ribs. Only a dream. It was only a dream. I …
The World of Abigail Rose 