My friend, why do you look up to hope? (10)
The stars do not care to solve your problems! (10)
Pure beauty will smooth that frowning mope (10)
Existing is meant for the overly solemn (11)
Sit back, dear friend, do not blindly grope (10)
Do not shy from the beauty; you are welcome (11)
The point of life is not to lie down, look up and hope (13)
Birds like a charm through winter’s cold embrace (10)
Pray that they keep Lucifer’s darkness away (11)
Trees barren like a child taken from their race (11)
Don’t fear, my friend, all hope isn’t lost today (11)
Your travelling feet have yet to feel the stones (10)
Friend, there is nothing here persuading you to stay (12)
Rejoice in the way the wood creaks and moans (10)
Beautiful haze, lost in a foggy self-induced haze (13)
Oh dear friend, nobody has realised yet (10)
Your poor soul, a bird’s nest, caught in a maze (10)
Faith is belief unseen, one you haven’t met (10)
Faith is the bird with the broken wing, falling (10)
Its descent is entirely inevitable (11)
Mother Nature’s being cannot ignore its calling (13)
Sparrow chirps his song to the evergreen (10)
Evergreen sings back in dewy excellence (11)
I don’t wish to discover the purpose behind the scene (13)
Everything a foggy hue of silver in the silence (11)
Magic in the tiny feathers that let the bird become (13)
Wings can help lift it over a sprawling fence (10)
Life as it is, not a thing of miracles to some (13)
Bluebird a myriad of astounding colours (11)
Brings out the beauty of lakes surrounded by hundreds (13)
Dear friend, take the time, stop, appreciate (10)
Feel those rolling hills; a traveler on his way home (13)
Be careful, friend; beauty can devastate (10)
Sun and moon assure us we are not alone (11)
This is when you realise, dear friend, what it is you hate (13)
Anger howling against shattered windows (10)
This brings profound silence to the walls inside (10)
Everything fractured, a hundred thousand shingles ago (13)
Stop, my friend, do not weep; all left to do is to bide (13)
Do not count the time that is left remaining (11)
Life creates catastrophic problems for those who hide (13)
Face them head on, tree in a storm, keep yourself sane (12)
There are twenty more steps to the churchyard gates (11)
A well-worn pathway for your well-worn feet (10)
Beyond the gates, children; blurred edges laugh with mouths agape (13)
Gravestones a symphony of an unending present (13)
Bluebird chirps its enchanting song; life gains shape (11)
Speak of true happiness; this is what we meant (11)
Those who travel would tell you there is no escape (12)
Your mouth is a gate to inner insanity (10)
People say; cultivate anger before idealizing (14)
Mother told you stories of times lost to humanity (13)
Looked just like a little child, lost in fantasizing (13)
Beauty so great; excused your father’s profanity (13)
The cottage was a small place, but cozy (10)
I still miss those times of innocence (9)
The hounds bark as children play in the street (10)
Emotions are wistful like sunflowers in winter (13)
Their chins are stained with the apples they eat (10)
Their childhood innocence is as sharp as a splinter (13)
They forget the time, their mothers left to greet (12)
To stop their playing would be flawed, a treason (11)
Oh, let these little children stay the flowers they are (13)
Amongst the many originals, I spy Icarus (14)
Stretching for what is unattainable (10)
Childhood innocence has wiped his sins clean (10)
To tell this child the truth would be shameful (10)
Steal a part of his youth he has not yet seen (12)
Although it’s an innocence sinners find painful
Most of us wish to preserve what cannot be regained (13)
Winter is a dormant, death-filled disaster (11)
Trees that lose their leaves and shiver in the wind (11)
The snow white ice-queen fountain is its master (11)
Grass is blanketed by leaves that grow thick as it grows thin (14)
Time slows to a trickle, and nothing goes faster (12)
However, the sleet washes white my sins (10)
And then, winter will recede into spring. (10)
Spring reminds you of a wild-haired, graceless child (11)
Beautiful, untamed, sprawling across the countryside (13)
Flowers pop up like the spring in her step, easily riled (13)
Spring is a breath of fresh air to those have died (12)
Cold and buried, they now feel the earth’s warm embrace (12)
No longer worrying about those who have lied (12)
They allow the warm earth to rest their fears (10)
Spring becomes hotter, ensnares living beings in heat (13)
The chilled water of the lakes in the park becomes a relief (14)
For the children, too tired to play in the street (11)
Night steals the lazy, sun-filled days like a welcome thief (13)
Come time for errands, mothers drag themselves to the stalls (13)
Children tail along and watch the hazy scene, muted by leaves (14)
Summer protects life with its sweet, warm cadence (11)
After summer, autumn brings its gentle breeze to the town (14)
Allows laundry to dry and the trees to blaze with life (13)
The leaves and grass are every shade of gold, scarlet, brown (13)
The colours are in sharp contrast with winter’s ice (12)
Birds woke from their lazy slumbers to sing their song (13)
The air still holds chill in the morn, but the sun dispels it (14)
Children throw the leaves their mothers have just swept (11)
The birds continue to sing throughout the seasons (12)
Rabbits build their homes in holes too small for foxes (12)
The world keeps turning, scientists looking for a reason (13)
As the world turns, people pack their lives into boxes (13)
The rabbits and the birds remain throughout the seasons (14)
The children will grow up, lose their innocence, and move on (14)
But the beauty of Nature’s seed will still remain (12)
Reminiscent are the way the reeds bend to the wind (13)
The ripples across one of the larger lakes, filled with fish (14)
The stone walls bathed in a calm, serene twilight (11)
The sun filtering through dawn’s sleepy mist (10)
The sun sinking into the trees, becoming night (12)
Moon and sun meet on the horizon in a secret tryst (14)
Very few of us have the sense to revel at the sight (14)
When the night comes, all falls into shadows (10)
These are the corners of the world light cannot reach (12)
Anything breathing retreats from their sunny meadows (12)
Ignorant of what the society we live in preaches (13)
The darkness sweeps across the land, silencing the lakes (13)
It brings peace for the children, laying their heads down (12)
The moon guards all that the sun has worked for (10)
And after twelve hours, dawn will surface (10)
Every colour of pink, orange, scarlet and gold (11)
The clouds from night have cleared, a new day is ahead (13)
It is a brand new day over the town to behold. (13)
Like I said, 1,210 words, 140 lines, and 20 stanzas later, I'm ready to drop my favourite subject. Bonus? NO MORE POETRY THIS YEAR :D
the milk bottle.
