Crimson Echoes Crimson blooms beneath the sky,Soldiers’ echoes, soft and shy.Fields of honor, rows align,Poppies stand for those who’ve shined.Tears of dew on petals fall,Bravery, the poppies recall.Each a flame that never dies,Guardians of memories, wise.In their silence, stories told,Of spirits bold, and hearts of gold.Beneath the sun, their vigil keeps,In fields of red, where…
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…
The Poppy Red sentinel,Silent and tall.In fields, it dwells,Above all.Bearer of sleep,And peace, it brings.In twilight’s keep,Softly sings.End’s gentle kiss,On life’s wide sea.In bloom, bliss,In death, free. Meaning “The Poppy” is a concise poem that captures the essence of the poppy flower as a symbol of tranquility, rest, and the finality of life. It portrays…
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…
Shadows Among Thorns Roses are red,Darkness, their bed,In night’s silent scream,Things aren’t what they seem.Violets once bright,Fade out of sight,Underneath the moon’s gleam,Lost in a dream.Through the thorns, eyes gleam,Watching, unseen,With a hunger, they beam,In the twilight’s beam.Roses are red,Violets, unsaid,In shadows, they team,A nightmare’s dream. Meaning “Shadows Among Thorns” delves into the eerie, unsettling…
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…
In Love and Laughter Roses are red, violets blue,I thought I was clumsy, then came you.Socks missing, never a pair,Finding them with you, an unusual affair.Coffee spilled, sheepish grin,Morning rain, we laugh again.Pizza for breakfast, why ask?With you, love, every day’s a task.Roses are red, cheeks more,I hide, you hit the floor.Snoring loud, neighbors complain,Yet…
