Christmas poem

Christmas is here

Christmas is here

Christmas we waited

All this year.

Christmas is joy

Christmas is joy

Under the tree

Is all new toy.

Christmas is here

Christmas is here

Bringing everybody

Near and dear.

Metaphorical poem

Death is a knife

Once it struck

The soul will stuck 

To the virgins, to make much of time (Robert Herrick)

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,

   Old Time is still a-flying;

And this same flower that smiles today

   Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,

   The higher he's a-getting,

The sooner will his race be run,

   And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,

   When youth and blood are warmer;

But being spent, the worse, and worst

   Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,

   And while ye may, go marry;

For having lost but once your prime,

                     You may forever tarry.     

Acrostic (MOTHER)

Million things she gave me

Only that she’s growing old

Tears she shed to save me

Her heart of purest gold

Eyes with love-light shining

Right she always be

Free poem on a gloomy day

The pitch black clouds

wandering in the sky

Sad and gloomy          

Soon

to cry                                                        

So I sit there

Waiting for the drops

Fall onto my cheeks

And mix with mine

Only yours and mine..

Diamond

Dead

Old, Still

Lying, Unmoving, Shrinking

No one can run away from it

Pain.

Cinquain

Baseball

Bat cracks against

The pitch, sending it out

Over the back fence, I did it!

Homerun