Poet’s Corner (November 16, 2015)

Lincoln’s Laundry Room

The washers

May they rest in peace

Let us bring the washers

From the ashes

With one washer

Missing a wheel

The other washer

In heaven

With the other washers

Full of flying sheets

That reminds me

Of pure snow

 

November by Dark Expressions

Come

It is only

The first of November

 

It’s November by For the Love, for the Death and the Poetry

The first of November

A real cold fright

Before a feast

With family

 

To the Forest by For the Love, for the Death and the Poetry

They head

To the forest

To seek the night

Till next year

 

November Breeze

The breeze

Not chilly

Not cold

Just a breeze

That is warm

And filled with happiness

In the end

 

Flower Shaped Stars

Stars in the sky

Shaped like

Silver mums

 

That shined

In the night

Every fall

 

On the day

Time falls back

Before spring time

 

As time slowed down

Silver stars bloom

Into roses

 

That turned white

On a breezy day

That poured rain

 

Turned fireworks

Healing the wounds

Of the ailing and the dying

 

Leaving real fairytales

Full of happy endings

For heroes who are righteous

 

Along with

Villains who were made

Vile and corrupt by their backstories

 

Turning the silver stars

Into snowflakes in the white skies

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