Write a poem, in any structure, about something that you find beautiful.
With freedom of structure, style, and rhythm, how will you use these elements to reflect the beauty you admire?
Is it okay your skin creates a soothing touch,
Or that my hearts engulfed with harmless flame?
Is it okay your fragrance delivers a drug rush?
Or that your heart is what I wish to tame.
Is it okay for me to feel like I’m driving with no clutch?
Or that it gives me excitement chasing you, no matter the game.
Is it okay not even the moon can light up the room as much,
Or that you’re the rainbow a...
Nature is the dance the earth has yearned to waltz
We see it through the wind and its whistling melody,
It's present in the welcome of the oceans-lapping waves,
I've seen it in the flight of birds as summer starts to fade.
Nature is the grief that every being seems to face,
We hear it in the wolves' aching howls to the moon,
It’s in the swaying of the barren trees, as fall consumed their leaves,
I find the way that the way the world works out
How you happen to fail
And then the next minute succeed
Is something so amazingly beautiful
But I also see the pain
The jealousy and sadness of losing something you loved
It’s beautiful, in its own way
It’s not a peaceful summer day
Or a snowy Christmas morning
But it makes shivers run down my spine
So therefor it’s beautiful
I like to ...
The world is a place.
Full of beautiful things.
From the birds in the trees.
To the stormy seas.
People and what they are thinking.
Us coming together, and all linking.
Beautiful colors of blue and beige.
The words you put on page.
Coming of age.
A magical mystery.
At fantasy’s gates.
The world is a place.
Full of beautiful things....
A small part of him
A small part of me
An entire new you
And love is growing
A little hand in mine
Your eyes your following around
And they’re glowing
You smile, you hrab, you reach
You climb, you laugh, you walk
You run, you try, you fall
And you’re growing
You grow in my heart
Since the moment you were born
And I held you in my arms
And to me you are my everything...
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