Look up, head raised high,
Beauty hides plainly in sight,
Not just a blue sky,
In modern rushed lives,
Head oft down, in phones we drown,
Wake up! it’s a choice.
Look up, head raised high,
Beauty hides plainly in sight,
Not just a blue sky,
In modern rushed lives,
Head oft down, in phones we drown,
Wake up! it’s a choice.
as autumn leaves us,
so do green leaves, goodbye with,
a final flourish.
Stately stone towers,
Stand over the Thames river,
Watching years go bye.
An iconic sight,
That sighs when misguided types,
Say “it’s London Bridge”.
Remember ’Tower’;
London’s majestic lady,
And favourite Bridge.
Clean, shiny steel and birdsong soft and sweet. A place full of people, some fast asleep, where could I be?
bright orange and blue
just a small shelter it’s true
but I still love you
I’ve just started the WordPress blogging university ‘writing201’ course. The first poem is based on the word prompt ‘screen’, the form ‘haiku’ and the device ‘alliteration’. Here is my 1st ever poetry attempt!
just a small, slight screen
the data it can display
I can’t comprehend
bright electric light
but is it real or fake?
an imitation
staring at your screen
from early until late-night
who is the user?