Hello guys! I’m starting a new blog.
It’s about people’s opinion. Can you help me?
What is happiness for you and what makes you happy?
State your name, age and country/state.
And a photo of you. *if possible, not a selfie*
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Dead Man’s Tale
One day, under layers of earth
Where old men sleep
And the rest of history are kept
You’ll be worth more than gems and gold
Your memories will make the roses bloom
And grow a field of dancing daffodils
Or be a home to lonely birds
On the warm arms of your sycamore tree
And so if it comes
That time has to deny your breath
Do not be afraid.
Remember my love,
Even if you’re six feet under
In all ways and always,
You are significant.
The Owl
The night is too old
Still I can’t put myself to sleep.
The day is about to spring
But I’m dreaming
With eyes that are not closed.
I hear the crickets sing,
I’ll be missing the early bird’s ring.
I watch Tuesday leave
And wait what Wednesday bring.
Dark as raven, the sky is dead
But with a few galactic kiss
The morning day shall live.
Stars are gone
The moon takes a gentle bow
As the horizon burns.
The sun will rise,
And daises dance
To the chant of the early bees.
But I wont be there
To witness it all.
Because at six,
I’ll be under the old crimson sheets,
Making love with my bed.
A Day With Da Vinci
Take me back to medieval Europe,
And tell me stories
That history did not know.
The Ceremony
Forgive me.
I left my love
On the balcony
Where I have buried you
Indecently
The Raven
A black bird peaked
On my blue window pane.
Its eyes are bloody red
And wings full of taken dreams.
It flashed a smile,
One that is not warm or bright,
Only dark and haunting.
Dare not to wink nor blink.
For I have seen on its eyes,
A warning told by sight.
It’s waiting for me to sleep
Under these old yellow sheets.
And perhaps sing one last lullaby
Before its silver judging claws
Steal my breath.
The Visitor
Smiling, tiny shiny balls
Hanging on a dark, lonely ceiling.
The night dances as the wind sings.
A guest, ancient but unknown
Has came to steal.
Do not let him in.
Dream, Sweet Dream
We are infinite.
For in my sleep
Where truth does not count,
You are endless.
Eraser
A poem short and straight
A few space and phrase
Mistakes, need not be afraid.
I can undone the done.
Wake Up Betty Boop
Ticktock ticktock
Says the lazy clock.
Kring-kring-kring
Hear the morning sing.
Wake up! Wake up!
No more time for dreaming.
Zzz-zzz-zzz
Bees? Snore?
You’re still sleeping.
Beep-beep-beep
It’s your boss calling.
Bang! Hurry! It’s 8 a.m.
And the world keeps spinning.
Ting! You’re late.
Prepare for screaming.
Coffee Dreams' Poetry 