Poetry Posts: Week 8

I’m slacking on my poetry, yet again! I’ll try to make up for it!

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Mornings

Five A.M. is
Early morning
Mists, frost-kissed
Bows, rooster
Crows, a peaking
Sun, gentle hues,
And above all,
A slow, welcome
Into a new day.

……………………

Laugh Your Face Off

I’m convinced that
Laughter is the heart’s
Greatest medicine.
When problems arise,
And I’m tempted to
To take offense, I find
Laughter brings a new
Perspective – one that
Reminds me not to take
Myself too seriously.

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Soppy Segment of Sentiments….

Tator
I think we get weirder
As the time we spend
Together grows longer.

Feet
Your hands are
The size of my
Feet. You’ve got
Big hands.

Food
I like that you never say
“No” to when I ask you
For a bite off your plate.
Even though I know you
Love to eat, you always
Make sure my tummy
Is content and happy.
– Thanks!

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