I should just take them all away.
Tired of saying pick them up everyday.
Y’alls cars, building blocks, and guns.
All the things you don’t pick up when you’re done.
I don’t because I love y’all to pieces
Every minute, hour and year that love increases
Sure I get mad, sad, irritated
But hugs make that all dissipate and
All is right in the world
When y’all enter the dreamworld
I love you guys like there ain’t no tomorrow
Even though it seems like a game show
Whose house is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
She was cross like a dark rainbow.
I watch her pace. I cry hello.
She gives her house a shake,
And screams I’ve made a bad mistake.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The house is cozy, warm and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightmares she never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a girl should keep.
She rises from her cursed bed,
With thoughts of violence in her head,
A flash of rage and she sees red.
Without a pause I turned and fled.
With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.
A double, biggest bed waves
into the ocean
A table for two
Each bite makes her feel fuller
A plate of seafood
A lakeside picnic
Each sip making her cheeks blush
The color of wine
The sea calls to her
The winds pushes her farther
The sailboat vanished
Each casting harvests a fish
All were fed today
They were carefully carved in stone
Little lines and dots have each one
Attentively chiseled and engraved
did, His disciple, obeyed
“Write down these words”, He said
Up on Mt Sinai climbed Moses ahead
So he etched each commandment
For everyone’s understanding
So that we may have passion
Heaven bound everlasting
via Daily Prompt: Carve
Her life seemed forlorn; lost
No matter how hard she tried; exhaust
Trial and error still remained; dejected
Always used never loved; rejected
She once considered suicide; alive
But thought otherwise; strive
Depression, heartbroken, hopeless; forlorn
That’s the way she lives her life; mourn
via Daily Prompt: Forlorn