Here’s another limerick from me. After a long time, of course.
The howling wolves, hooting owls, and the mummies that rise
Taking delight in the stormy night, with their bone-chilling cries
Made her wish she never left home
Finally, she decided going back on her own
But the shiny pair of eyes in the tree bark told her otherwise.
NaPoWriMo day 11:
Here’s today’s contribution! Another limerick (surprise, surprise!) I wrote about a shallow girl who fell for a cheater.
Heels as high as mountains, and cheeks a light pink;
Skirt flowing down to her ankles, liquid as a drink;
Lips red and shining with heavy lip gloss,
Mascara filled lashes and eyes as green as moss;
That man loved her for her money, little did she know or think.
NaPoWriMo Day 8:
Looks like I’ll never get tired of limericks. unsure emoticon Here’s another!
The mama bird searched high and low
For the egg that she’d laid, in great sorrow
She knew it was too late
Knew of her impending baby’s fate
Where was it, if not in the hands of their foe?
Here! I got another limerick for you guys! I’m beginning to think I won’t be able to write anything but limericks when I think of writing a poem. Anyway, here’s my contribution to NaPoWriMo for today.
Red as blood and light as breeze, you majestically flew
High in the sky, defeating the very last of the only few
Swelling with hauteur
Now, there’s none more superior
But alas, neither is there a mate to listen to your tales of rue.
See ya guys later, then! 🙂
I have decided to participate in NaPoWriMo… better late than never, right? So here’s my contribution for today. I have a simple limerick to start it off with, although I did write a poem and post it on this blog for NaPoWriMo yesterday too..
Summer came, and brought melons and sweat along;
Birds that passed by sang melancholy songs,
For it is another day
To not have one’s way,
What with the stench so complacent and strong.
I came up with this poem, reminiscing of today afternoon — another limerick, actually.
Like the steam from a cup of incredibly hot coffee,
Arose the vapor from the ground beneath me;
Its ruthless suffocation spread around,
Even as rain drummed onto the ground,
As I cycled Kumbakonam’s streets in a senseless spree.
And don’t you think the ‘steam’ part cannot be true. Today, I saw it with my own eyes… steam rising from the ground… evaporation while condensation. I was totally soaked wet in the rain, yet I felt so suffocated! And that felt a little weird… and a lot stuffy. Really, I didn’t enjoy today’s rain because of the stuffiness. Gah.
I’ve got another limerick to throw at ya! 😀 Here!
The breathtaking land of Italy, with its capital Rome,
Over the time, had brilliant people call it their “home”
And here I am, dreaming
“If only…” Just a longing…
To visit places like Venice, Florence and whatnot and roam.
A shake and a release disturbed their dormancy
And they seethed like a wild beast from the sea
They rose high, pouting in the end
As they curved at the bottleneck’s bend
Sliding past the rim, turning the delicate fingers icy.
In the tipsy festive air, they floated around
Boasting of pleasing colors within them bound
Blown higher by red-painted lips
Like little spheres seeking bliss
Until they smashed themselves to the stony ground.