Poem: Where I roam

Where I roam

Another house on fire
There goes another empire
The situation is getting dire
I am walking a fine wire.

I am blown away
Please stay
Staring with me at the ocean bay
And listening to the Mockingjay

Don't let it burn down
This is my town
Where I built my home
This is where I am free to roam

Don't let it burn down
My town
Take away their crown
They only cause people to frown

ยฉ M.S.Wepener
2 December 2021

Fun fact: While I wrote this in 2021, I actually completely forgot about it. I feel like it fits well with what is going on it the world now though.



Prompt 29: The Sun sets behind the clouds.

The sun sets behind the clouds

The evening has sneaked upon us
Without any fuss
Hear the evening sounds
Nearer then moves the clouds

No more crowds
Peaceful sounds
Tending to the wounds
Nearer then moves the clouds

The cicadas sing
About a lovers fling
And slowly appears a ring

The sun sets behind the clouds
Evening arrives without any crowds

Slowly the moon kisses the sun
And she starts to run
Oh but how shy she is
Just from a kiss

Tomorrow the sun will set once more behinds the clouds
While the moon comes to kiss without any crowds

While the stars simply twinkle
And laughter let's the eyes crinkle

Evening
Is simply a lover's fling
And the cicadas continue to sing.

ยฉ M.S.Wepener

Love,Poem Girl Sam ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’ซ๐ŸŒŸ

My favorite type of weather. There’s two types.

What is your favorite type of weather?

What does favorite even mean? How do you go about just choosing one thing? You have probably heard these questions before and they’re not far of.

For some people favorites are simple and for others favorites does not bring justice to what they would like to answer. I like the complexity of humans, it’s really a part of what makes us human.

Now as to actually answering the question,I have two favorite types of weather. Each type has to do with the impact it has or what it makes me feel.

First type: Warm summer evenings(yes evenings not the day). The kind of warmth that’s comforting and not overbearing. Makes you think of fond childhood memories. The kind that makes you think of campfires and marshmallows. It reminds me of being a child,not worried about the time. As a child the sun rays would play softly over your skin. You could almost imagine tiny giggles and magic seemed so real with the golden glow of the sun setting.

If you have been on my blog for a while you might have guessed the second type: Rainy weather. Fond memories and a one of a kind comforting. Makes me think of jumping in rain puddles with my mom and as a kid. Makes me think of my favorite comfort movies and hot chocolate. Stories shared with friends and laughter without fearing the future. Makes me think of warmth and comfort hidden away under blankets with my dogs near being lazy. Being able to slow down for a bit. Makes me think of warmth, comfort,fondness and happiness. Reminds me what it’s like to be a child.

There’s so many more reasons but these are my favorite reasons.

Why is your favorite type of weather,your favorite?

Love,Poem Girl Sam ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’ซ๐ŸŒŸ.

Prompt 24: Message to the moon

Message to the moon

It is night
And you shine so bright
You say everything will be alright
You realign my sight

Oh moon,
You make the poets swoon
Oh moon,
Will my love arrive soon?

Oh moon,
Always giving other the crown
That you rightfully own
How you make us swoon.

Oh moon,my beloved
In galaxies you are clothed
With the stars lace you are gloved
The ocean you moved

Oh moon,my beloved
Know you are loved.

M.S.Wepener

Love,Poem Girl Sam ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’ซ๐ŸŒป.

Prompt 23: Life in a dream

Life in a dream:

I wish,please
A book without a crease
Life without a lease
What a tease
Life of peace

Soft it is beneath me
Gentle the waters be
Secrets the wind let's me see

Little laughs I hear
No fear
A flower crown to wear
What a gentle ruler to be near

Whispers and giggles
Songs and jiggles

Sun above me
Sand below me
Roses I see
Oh,to just be

Life in a dream
Under a sunbeam
Reality without a seam
Me and a dream,what a team.

M.S.Wepener

Love, Poem Girl Sam ๐Ÿ’– ๐Ÿ’ซ ๐ŸŒป

Prompt 22: River Rock

River Rock:

Gently the river flows
And softly the wind blows
Slowly,that's how life goes.
Slowly,that's how the flower grows.
The river sets me aglow
Reminds me to live in the now
Gentle waters,I row
In gratitude I bow.

River rock stays steady
River rock is always ready
River rock does not grow weary
River rock knows not life as dreary
River rock is gentle
River rock is not judgemental.

River rock just is
And knows not how monumental that is.
To be steady in the flow
And to not move in the storm.

M.S.Wepener


Love,Poem Girl Sam๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’ซ๐ŸŒป.
P.S.- I hope everyone is doing well ๐ŸŒป. Today was a long exhausting day and I almost forgot about the prompt ๐Ÿ˜… but I hope you enjoyed it.

Poetry: How rare you are,my dear๐Ÿ’ฎ.

Picture found on Pinterest ๐ŸŒป.
Find me in a field of flowers,
Waiting for thunder showers.
Listening to a song
For however long.
Living life
With all I have to give.
Find me dancing without a care,
About any stare.
Oh,how rare you are my dear.

M.S.Wepener

Prompt 21: Summer birds.

Prompt picture found on Pinterest.
Summer birds:

Comfort and warmth.
Continue forth.

Without a care.
Always choosing dare.
How rare,
My dear.

You're like summer birds.
Always chasing warmth.
Look how free.
You're a sight to see

Fly high
Don't deny,
You're home in the sky.

M.S.Wepener

Love,Poem Girl Sam ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’ซ๐ŸŒป.