Tired eyes, morning’s first light,Coffee brews, sleepless night.Tiny socks, floors to sweep,Quiet house, baby’s asleep.Lunchbox packed, shoes to find,Kisses quick, always behind.Homework checked, dinner’s call,Hugs dispense, standing tall.Tears wiped away, fears soothed,Endless tasks, love unmoved.In her arms, burdens ease,Strength found in the softest breeze.Each day long, yet years fly,”Mom” — a title, her heart’s reply….
Morning light spills on flour-dusted tiles,Golden batter, a bowl of smiles.Crackling eggs, a pinch of cheer—”Muffins for mom!” the kitchen hears.Blueberries tumble, sweet and bold,Into cups, stories unfold.Oven hums a gentle tune,Baking joy in the afternoon.”I love you, mom,” in scents conveyed,As muffins rise, edges swayed.Timer sings, a perfect batch,Warmth in every muffin’s catch.Tea is…
Teacher’s Dance Diary In steps, she spells our growth,Each twirl scribbles hope.Tapping feet on the weary floor,Notes float, our spirits soar.Mirrors reflect more than form,Glimpses of dreams in a storm.Her voice, a rhythm, sets the pace,In our eyes, a quiet grace.Through music, we learn to fly,Lessons in leaps, low and high.In dance, we find a…
Sunrays Dance in Forest In shadows where the wild ferns sway,Sunrays pirouette in dappled play.Leaf to leaf in silent mirth,They dance upon the cool earth.Each beam a fleeting, golden guest,In the forest’s quiet chest. Meaning This poem captures the delicate dance of sunlight as it filters through the dense canopy of a forest. The sunrays,…
On Dasher, on Dancer, through the night,Hooves thunder, stars shine bright.Up above the world they fly,Silhouettes against the sky.Through the frost, through the chill,Over rooftop, past the hill.Guiding light, their path aglow,Through the quiet hush of snow.Gifts to bear, from pole to pole,Joy to spread, their festive role.On Comet, on Cupid, to the race,Each name…
When the morning paints the skies in gold,And the wind hums a melody bold,When challenges around you unfold—I hope you dance, ever so bold.Should shadows cast their lengthy spree,And the paths not as clear as they seem to be,Should waves rise wild and free in the sea—I hope you dance, and your spirit agree.In laughter’s…
Under the moon’s pale watchful eye,Thirteen skeletons dance, oh my!Clacking bones in the cool night air,Spinning wild, without a care.On a field where the old trees lean,Their shadows long, and slightly mean,These bony figures sway and stomp,In a macabre, moonlit romp.With hollow laughs that echo deep,They rattle forth from timeless sleep.A tango here, a waltz…
Applause springs as she takes the stage,Lights shimmer on the golden cage.In every step, her pride unfurls,Amid the spins, her spirit swirls.Jazz beats pound, the air alive,Her moves are sharp, destined to thrive.With every tap, the floor claims,Echoes of Harlem, in her frames.Eyes captivate, the crowd’s gaze caught,A soulful dance, freely taught.In vibrant hues, she…
Shed your fears, step on the floor,Let rhythms rule, worries no more.Spin and twist, let loose control,Dance the freedom of your soul.Move as if you own the night,Each step a flare, each leap a flight.Forget the eyes, the walls around,In this beat, you are unbound.Let joy erupt, let passion play,With every turn, throw doubts away.Dance…
In this quiet room, just you and I,Steps slow, under the low-lit sky.Hands gently resting, slight and sure,Moving together, finding our cure.Eyes meet, no words to speak,This slow dance makes us weak.In the pause, a soft caress,Time halts in its tenderness.Turn and sway, in silent song,With you here, nothing’s wrong.A gentle glide, a soft advance,In…
