2015! A Toast To Ye Poets!

 

        I want to  make a
                            toast.   
                               AHEM.               
                          Lets raise
                   our glasses.
      To  this year! 
There will be
Puppies and butterflies in ink.




       That means you broken-
Hearted                            Beatrice.   
We do                                    feel
 love.                                       great 
Swooning,                       sometimes                                     
painful,                                   and
always                                   worthy,
love.                                      It
may come and go, like this bitter
         heat, come falling snow.





                     And
                     then
                   we will
                 hate that
                      too.                                         
                   Joyous
                     am I!                                          
                    Let the
                   doves                                        
                     fly.
                    I will



       Write Poetry in the sunshine.
 Make up
for
lost time.
Try
       Something new! A toast then.
                                                  Drink!
                                                     Sorry
                                                    Ye <21
                                                     poets
               No champaign, only Juice. 

 

Comments

ClaudiaP

6 years ago

I love all your poems they have a great meaning and hidden message

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