Fields of Honor In fields where silence softly treads,Beneath the sky’s expansive spread,A sea of poppies, rich and red,Marks where our bravest hearts have bled.They bloom in rows, so bold, so bright,A vivid slash against the night,Each petal holds a story tight—Of courage, love, and valiant fight.For those who walked in freedom’s shoes,Who chose a…
Crimson guard in daylight’s bloom,Silence woven in its loom.Gentle sway in morning’s breath,Harbinger of sleep, not death.Stands alone, yet stands so proud,In solitude, it sings aloud.Keeper of the peaceful rest,In fields of green, it’s softly dressed.At dusk, it folds in quiet grace,Holding night in its embrace.Symbol of the brave and lost,Beauty born at such a…
Scarlet waves, under open skies,Silent tribute, nature’s sighs.Gentle heads, to the sun, they nod,Rooted deeply in the sod.Each bloom, a keeper of the peace,In their presence, sorrows cease.Beneath the day’s endearing glow,Secrets only poppies know.As dusk descends, they softly close,In fields where quietude chose.Their cycle, a silent reply,To questions of where and why. Meaning Field…
Crimson whispers on fields wide,Where heroes sleep, dreams coincide.Tiny blooms in hallowed ground,Silent stories, valor bound.Threads of bravery, woven tight,In petals red, through darkest night.A symbol small, in daylight’s grip,Honors those on eternal trip.Beneath the sun, beneath the stars,Buddy Poppies near and far,Whisper thanks in silent prayer,For those who left their stories there. Meaning “Buddy…
Beams softly lay,Skies of velvet, Milky Way.Roses bloom from heaven’s gate,Tinged with hues of angel’s state.Crimson folds kiss morning light,Bathed in dew, pure and bright.Petals unfold in slow motion,Each move a verse, each turn emotion.From realms above, blossoms descend,Fragrances of paradise blend.They speak in colors, vibrant, deep,Guarding dreams while we sleep.Each petal tells a story…
Birthday Chuckles Roses are red,Violets are blue,On your birthday,May you not find your shoe.Candles are lit,Cake’s on the plate,Hurry and wish,Before it’s too late.Presents are wrapped,With bows so fine,I hid yours well,Hope you can find.Laughter we share,On this fun day,May you age backwards,Is what we all pray.Jokes aside,Here’s to you, dear friend,May your happiness,Never see…
Cupid’s Quirky Aim Roses are red,Violets are blue,Sugar is sweet,And so are you.But the roses have wilted,The violets are dead,The sugar bowl’s empty,And so is your head.Yet in this funny tale,Where love’s aim went askew,I find my heart stolen,Entirely by you. Meaning This lighthearted poem plays on the traditional “Roses are red, violets are blue”…
A Playful Jibe Roses are red, violets blue,Sugar was sweet, maybe you too.Now you’re salty, quite the shift,From sweet to bitter, what a drift!Violets blue, roses thorny,Your wit attempts, sadly corny.Trying to dazzle, you blunder,A faux pas wonder.Roses with petals, violets with hue,Sugar crystals, and you misconstrue.A light tease, in jest,Your comebacks never the best.Violets…
In Blooms of Red and Skies So Blue Roses are red, violets gleam bright,In the garden’s glow, under the moonlight.Sugar is sweet, and so are you,In blooms of red and skies so blue.Candies are delightful, as your laughter rings,Together we soar, hearts sprouting wings.Love’s gentle breeze, in the daylight new,Roses are red, and my heart…
Rose’s Soliloquy In gardens where silence softly treads,A rose unfolds, its hues of secrets spread.Not in whispers nor in dreams’ embrace,But through the sun’s gentle grace.Its petals, a story, quietly say,”Even in silence, beauty finds its way.” Meaning “Rose’s Soliloquy” celebrates the understated power of nature’s beauty, emphasizing how it doesn’t need grand gestures like…
