(from Writer’s Digest Poetry Prompts: Write an “In the Name of Blank” poem…)
Every chicken is as sweet as she can be,
Her very being is full of personality,
She clucks softly when she eats cracked corn,
When it’s time for sleep, she hums a melodic tune,
Every chicken deserves to be cherished and loved,
By a dedicated person who cares enough,
Always remember to treat chickens well,
They’re worth caring for and love can’t be sold.
(from Writer’s Digest Poetry Prompts : Write a service poem…)
The flowers served their master
Who paid them in extravagant jewels and gold;
For their petals were truly exquisite
And their leaves delicate to behold;
The master was the sunlight,
He reigned over all beings on that planet.
The sparkling jewelry was worn by the roses
To enhance their immense beauty;
The poppies would use the glittering gold nuggets
To purchase charming gowns and other lovely things;
One day Master Sunlight vanished,
No one knew why his great light dimmed;
Soon after, the flowers wilted
While fertile lands dried to dust,
Then strong winds blew through the valley,
And the whole planet was dark;
Now strange creatures came out at nighttime
To play shiny flutes and fine violins;
This caused Master Sunlight to burst forth
With sparkling rays of a golden hue;
Quickly, the odd creatures hid underground
As all of the flowers decided to bloom.
Willow used drawing as a way
To imagine better days;
She enjoyed creating pictures
Of almost anything;
One day she drew strange sunflowers
With alien personalities;
Another time she drew purple comets
That smashed a large field of lilies;
Drawing helped her escape
To a world that’s imaginary.
Shiny scales of a dark purple hue
Adorn the creature’s powerful body,
A fantastic display of folklore.
The dragon lifts his large head
And breathes an awesome fire.
Now he walks out of his lair
And into the cold night
To contemplate a clear sky
Of infinite constellations.
To him, the spectacle is in the stars.
I open the Cracker Jack box
Only for the dinky prize.
My eyes open wide in wonder.
It’s another cheap sticker.
Wow, it’s just what I always wanted,
I genuinely think to myself.
The prize surprises me every time.
It doesn’t have to be perfect,
And I know it won’t be.
But the little things make me the happiest.
It’s not just the prize that excites me;
It’s that I have to use my imagination to enjoy it.
Fascinating clowns of all sizes and shapes
Fill the green- and pink-striped circus tent
Talking and giggling amongst themselves.
Some smiling, others with eternal frowns
Painted on their cartoon-like faces.
Now it’s time for the show.
Each one runs this way and that
In comical confusion and anticipation
As they hop into their tiny cars,
Red, green, purple and yellow,
Vehicles of hilarity and joy.
Now they drive around in circles
And honk their respective horns.
Doors open, they jump out,
Tangled up in knots like fools.
One trips over his own feet
While another squeezes his big red nose.
The finale is the toppling tower,
So they climb on each other’s backs
To create a pyramid of colorful clowns.
The topmost one raises his white-gloved hands
High in the air and waves energetically.
His glorious moment has arrived.
Mysterious wallflower
Shy demeanor unbidden
Delicate beauty within
Her presence permeates
Through his destructive demeanor
Soulmates collide
I was a-walking past the bookstore,
And what did I see?
Three black cats in the window
Were staring at me.
So I opened the brown oak door
To the light tinkling of a bell
And said “Hello there!”
To the young girl upon the floor.
She was a-reading a childrens’ book.
So I peered a bit closer,
With large green eyes
Magnified by thick, blurry lenses.
She rudely slammed the book shut,
And ran straight to the back.
“Now I’m all alone
With these hideous cats
That stare endlessly at me,”
I thought as I wandered
Into Aisle Three.
Then the unthinkable happened:
Every cat ran towards me
And with yowls, hisses and claws,
The creatures Ferociously Jumped Upon My Back.
I started with a-fright
And knocked every book in Aisle Three
Down to the black and white checkered floor.
After this, I took flight straight out the door
And never visited that cat-infested bookstore
Again.
Lavender flowers are adorned with soft pastel petals,
V is for shy violet, a truly lovely shade,
Periwinkle is a lot like the word ‘twinkle’.
Boysenberry sounds cheery and o-so-merry!
Amethyst sparkles for its dazzling display,
Plum for magical fairies dancing a ballet,
Jam paints a pretty splotch of color on bread,
Orchids can be eerie and lounge over your head.
Magenta is sort of pink, lively and gay.
Grape is delicious and never seems to fade.
Purple, like a portrait, a perfect hue touched with red.
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