Your fur the colour of the darkest night,

Such a mysteriously wonderful being.

Your tiny head looks at me,

As your eyes slowly close,

As you drift away into a dream.

My own purring heater,

As we enjoy the shared warmth.

The warmth of your affection matches mine,

as my hand gently brushes over your head.

Now I am in a dream,

And you are a memory.

You’re small,

But your heart is greater than the sun.

The life,

The love,

That it brings,

That it shares.

Your smile,

Would dry the saddest tears.

It outshines the stars,

And warms the coldest heart.

Your eyes,

A reflection of what’s inside.

A mischievous girl,

That carries so much in herself.

And when she speaks,

Releases it all.

A blessing to be with,

And my friend.

 

I’ll probably make this a series where I do poems for friends and then give each a number so it is easier to find each poem.

Thou art as much a fool,

As a man whom carpets his kitchen.

Thou art as filled with filth,

As a brother that marries his mother.

Thou art so despicable,

As a rodent that carries the plague.

Thou art so unworthy,

Only a lonesome star shines for you.

Thou art so lacking of wit,

As a monkey that flings their feces.

Though if given the choice,

Whether to interact with you,

Thou dost not compare with the monkey its greatness.

I do not wish for a fancy restaurant,

Or to show off my affection.

I do not wish for the beach with the mightiest waves,

Or the most beautiful sunset.

I do not wish to see the best film,

Or to hear the funniest joke.

I wish to see your eyes,

As we lie under the night sky.

I wish for the stars to see us,

Our love outshining their brightest.

Our hearts finding peace,

Our souls finding each other.

In awe,

I take a deep breath.

The tiny lights,

So far away.

That they could inspire such a feeling.

My breath,

A cloud.

I see them,

Each one a different time.

Are they still there?

The highest honour,

As its weary light enters my eyes,

And finds peace in my soul.

Anxiously I await it.

Sweat, tears,

For an eternity,

For only a thought.

The carving of myself,

From a rough marble,

Into who I am.

But this axe.

Under the heartless edge,

I was merely coal.

But diamond was not the result.

As I crumble to dust.

Yup

my eye lids start to shut against my will

i take another sip of my tea

now luke warm

it fuels me

i feel strong

i flex

hell yea

i look up

tik tok tik tok

eleven forty seven on the clock

this is my poem

and what I show ’em

hey look a message

message here message there

they don’t really stop

not that I mind

tik tok tik tok

eleven forty nine on the clock

dunno why i am up

yup

The boy stepped into the metal machine.

A paradox of confidence as he readies himself.

His foot pushes down,

And the still unnatural machine jumps forward.

He joins the masters on their journey,

But he knows he is unworthy.

He travels behind one,

Attempting to catch its trail.

An over-extension of skill.

Time slows down.

A curse,

A shout,

A surrender,

A new-found fear.

Time travels onward.

But the boy is frozen in place.

The man walks among the countless colours.

The epitome of botany,

Each plant their own unique beauty.

The proud, green trees are filled with song,

As the birds form a natural orchestra in their arms.

The shy, purple butterfly calmly flies among the flowers,

Without a care in the world.

It lazily lands on a flower almost hidden away,

As only its red leaves are revealed to the outside.

A bee travels slowly through the calm air,

As no wind disturbs its travel.

Its tiny feet find footing on a yellow plant,

As soon all that is seen of it is its black bottom.

It drinks as deeply as it reaches.

The man sits down on soft grass.

He closes his eyes.

A deep breath,

Absorbing the atmosphere.

Absorbing peace.

The untamable beast roamed the skies,

Its mighty roar could be heard in the furthest corners of the land.

Look at it in the eye, and it blinds you.

Stand close to it, and it strikes you.

Without remorse, or logical choice it attacks.

A child cries out,

Reaching for their mother.

The woman stares at the beast, unwavering.

She dares to smile,

Her eyes filled with appreciation of its beauty.

The child halted their cries.

A flash,

A gasp.

The water stops falling from the child’s eyes,

As they fill with awe,

And join the storm.