4 result(s) for Easy Poems.
These poems are completely original - not copied from anywhere. Feel free to use them however you want.
Dance of Simple Words
In whispers soft, the words take flight,
Like gentle breezes in the night,
They twirl and leap on paper's stage,
A dance of thoughts, no need for age.
With rhythms light, they sway and glide,
In simple forms, where dreams abide,
Each letter joins, a joyful thread,
Weaving tales that hearts have said.
No grand embellishments to wear,
Just honest lines that fill the air,
In every phrase, a world portrayed,
Where simple words become a cascade.
Playful Snaps
In a sunbeam's dance, a child's laughter flows,
A paper airplane glides where the wild breeze blows.
Moments captured in whispers, sweet and bright,
In the heart's gentle camera, laughter takes flight.
A splash of the puddles, as rain starts to weep,
Parents and children in splashes, they leap.
With hues of the sunset, the day bids adieu,
In playful stanzas, these memories come through.
The tickle of grass, the blast of a kite,
Magic's in corners, in shadows of light.
Each stanza a snapshot, each line a new frame,
In this gallery of moments, joy has a name.
Veil of Light
When heavy gray drapes the sky above,
And whispers of rain send shivers down,
The clouds, like secrets, shift and shove,
To let through gold, the sunlight's crown.
In fleeting moments, dark gives way,
To rays that dance upon the ground,
Soft warmth that chases gloom away,
A gentle touch, a love profound.
So when it seems the world's in shade,
Remember: light can pierce the storm,
Through every heavy cloud displayed,
It waits to wrap you, soft and warm.
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Path of Petals
In the hush of morning light,
Where wildflowers sway in delight,
An easy path unfolds ahead,
With whispers of the dreams once said.
Golden blooms in sunlight's embrace,
Each step a dance, a gentle grace,
Soft petals brush against my skin,
A journey where pure joy begins.
The air is sweet, a fragrant song,
Where nature's heart will pull me along,
With laughter carried on the breeze,
I wander through these memories.
No thorns to snag nor stones to thwart,
Just blossoms weave a tranquil art,
An easy path, both bright and bright,
In wildflower fields, my spirit takes flight.
