Category: Poetry
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Chanterelle Mushroom Hunting
I could smell the maple trees as my feet padded through the moss and ferns, The hunt for the wild chanterelle mushroom was ensuing, My mushroom knife and basket were ready for the spoils, Though I do not like mushrooms for eating, The thrill of the hunt excites me, Like childlike abandon I come across…
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Positive Vibes Only, Sir & Madam
By: Brittany Gonzales Aligning your life towards positive vibes and thoughts could be the best thing you do. Think of it this way, it takes more energy to create negative thoughts and vibes than it does positivity. Why not treat yourself to a dose of optimism? I have a shirt that says, “Positive….mind, vibes, and…
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My Anxiety: a Poem
By: Brittany Gonzales My anxiety is like a squirrel! I bounce, bounce, bounce, walk, stop—-oh look a nice acorn! Wait—- There’s a beautiful yellow sunflower dropping seeds, I should go there—- What was I doing again? Lost By: Brittany Gonzales What am I running toward? My hands and pockets are empty, Where did my…
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ROFL Poetry
Blinky, the world’s slowest cat lived on Mill Street in London, an unremarkable street, Until the howling cat came on the scene, wanting to be heard, When people would walk by the cat would be crawling, crawling with a tail so loooooonnnngggg, What a poor sight to see, when people would stop again, Blinky was still…
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SMOKEY DREAMS and more
Alone on the beach with only driftwood for company that day, I felt the disembodied moment of solitude, peace only an afterthought, As the smokey haze engulfed the air and the wildfires suffocated Mother Earth, My tears could not form from the hazardous atmosphere and my eyes burned, The Puget Sound air is not so pure…
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Poetry to Make you Laugh
MY CAT LINK AND HIS YELLOW CHAIR There once was a love affair Between a cat and his yellow chair, This love was one-sided His heart was misguided, As the chair was quite unaware. BUTTER My heart did aflutter, As my fork picked up the butter. The walls did constrict, As the doctor did predict. The…
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The Power of Poetry
Strands of my Red Hair By: Brittany Gonzales Strands of my red hair fall daily, In a blink I lose a piece of myself—— Where do all of these pieces reside? Are they on my chocolate-colored couch, sunk in between the cushions? Will they appear in the unlikeliest of places, the need to collect my pieces back, Next, these fine hairs can…
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Silk Roses and Memories-Poem
Words carefully scripted on thin, transparent paper, a purple marker was used, imprinted on a coffee table, Peering at the purple stain, small delicate statements bleeding through, no clear meaning, “Love, laughter, silk and roses,” “Dandelion wishes, coins thrown in the mossy well, and wishes torn in two,” These are the words stained on the mahogany…