He is beautiful. Representative of an ideal. But never forget, he can never be real.
Tag: Verse
Poems that rhyme.
We’ve Moved
oh let me introduce you to our new place -- we call it home and like a little prince (with mother Queen) we each of us have a throne it has a lovely concrete driveway so we're out of all…
Pines
Down she fell into the tree but she never could tell which was her or the tree © 2018 Melinda J. Irvine
Left Behind
Just because I'm small shouldn't mean I cannot come I'm small, but very big and I want to have some fun If you'd just wait and help me Down this hill then I'd be right I only need your hand…
Christmas is Here
Christmas starts here September and flies right on past December Christmas light shows in January yes! It's absolutely necessary
Falling
down a rabbit hole fell i fleeing and falling left behind the blues of trees the grey of sky down the rabbit hole fell i down the rabbit hole fled i seething and calling the world behind a funnel of trees…
Above the Wishing Well
make your wish and ring the bell (but a few people threw in coins as well) #poetry #wishes #poem
Where She Once Stood
her cracks remain she'd split into two but we did not expect the end of you © 2017 Melinda J. Irvine Daily Prompt: Expect I'm part of Post A Day 2017 Location: Nambucca Heads (Australia)
Yarrabah
They come for the land Washed up by the sea Raising their hand The human disease What in the world? Wanting the world They come for the land And now they take me … They come for the land Nothing…
No Tears For the Young
we watched him lain final life barely begun just 20 years old his song yet unsung and I wondered where God was to tell what he’d done but the silence it stationed no tears for the young and she called…
Hidden
soft shines the sun her mid-morning light through the beauty of the young jealous hidden night © 2017 Melinda J. Irvine Daily Prompt: Hidden I'm part of Post A Day 2017
The Outdoors Life
Do you have the grit for the outdoors life? A life where you'll sleep not alone (but alone). Where everyone sees, but no one sees you. Where everyone knows you, but nobody knows. © 2017 Melinda J. Irvine Daily Prompt: Grit…
Amphigory or Alethiology?
there once was a girl who climbed up to the moon she shone and she shone like a big awkward spoon she spun and she spun like a polka-dashed tune til she jumped and she jumped (smashed her time into…
10 Little Soldiers
ten little soldiers standing on the ground holding up their weapons feeling very proud ten little soldiers fighting for their state fighting for their brothers fighting for their mates ten little soldiers lying brother against brother different coloured states who will…
Superpower
I have a superpower I can write a line or two about any given subject about going to the zoo about having crazy families about connecting with my friends about grief and loss and someone loved and goodbye, goodbye again about thinking…
Trying for Fishing
He's trying for fishing in cloudy and windy He's trying for fishing and blown him away, He's trying for baiting and winding and winding He's trying or fishing or flying away. © Melinda Irvine Daily Prompt: Fishing
Little Snake on the Sand
little snake out on bright sand looks like Christmas folly, until zooming eyes spy bird-gripped sides and speak a sadder story. © Melinda Irvine Daily Prompt: Folly
North-west of Goondiwindi
I’m about 97 miles north-west of Goondiwindi I’ve got a road-train indicating: time to move along and as I pass him on his right I dip my headlights into the night and the voice in my head it’s playin’ a…
Miss Q. Cwoc
Miss Q. Cwoc had a shock all atop a tabletop. © 2016 Melinda Irvine
Running With Scissors
I’m running with scissors for writing this down I’m running with scissors just walking around if you lived in a place where people get killed for the people they know or the lists they could fill would you get out…
Fifty Years
the big event is over the grandkids all gone home leftovers devoured by the dogs gifted, composted, thrown and now here I am reflecting on what it could mean to spend your life with just one person (FIFTY YEARS) of…
Looking for a Poem
i'm looking for a poem you can find them everywhere waiting in the school ground on a recent-rain-soaked chair there's a poem in the laughter and noise of children's games there's a poem in the waiting for a boy to…
Big
i don't need your help to eat my food i use a fork (i'm far too big for a spoon) © 2106 Melinda Irvine
A study in blue
blue is the colour of oceans of boats, both broken and new it's the colour of sky in the daylight and also gives twilight its hue. blue brings relief from the heat colouring the afternoon rain pouring sweet blue on…
The Land of Birthdays
there is something in my heart that make me want to ... give every kid a birthday the way we used to do have all your friends come over and mum’s friends can come too we’ll play a lot of…
The Fishing Port at Night
not me! you said the port, all the fishing port tonight. the twilight in your favourite place not me! you said. last light on the fishing port how could we know? that night, was the last night light to shine on…
Fiesta at the Plaza Molo
fiesta Molo's finished the rides are stacked away children’s laughter silent dirt and mud are all remains. did they make a little 'kwarta'? tomorrow, holds the promise of escape and though they'll wake up somewhere different their lives are still the…
Painting by Numbers
I’m painting by numbers I’m walking the line A line that’s not broken Or blurry Or fine I’m painting by numbers I’m playing the game I’m learning the rules I’m being the same I’m buttoning my blouses I’m lowering my…