by Naomi L. | September 18, 2015 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
Red roses spread their petals
As they softly bloom at dawn.
The orange daffodils
Brighten up the well-kept lawn.
The yellow daisies smile
At the golden morning sun
From the green grass where they blossomed
In the midst of summer fun.
The blue forget-me-nots
Shine like stars amid the trees,
While the lavenders and violets
Spread sweet scents along the breeze.
Pink orchids grace the days
With their beauty like a kiss,
And white lilies bless the evenings
With a charm of peace and bliss.
So step into my garden
Full of yellows, reds and blues,
Where the colors of the flowers
Paint a rainbow just for you.
by Naomi L. | September 11, 2015 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
New York, September 2001.
Every American’s life changed forever when those
Violent attacks began and the towers came down.
Eleven years old at the time, I watched the news in school, and
Recall that day now as if it were yesterday.
Fourteen years have passed since the twin towers fell, and we
Only grow stronger in our love for our country.
Remember the day, fellow Americans.
Give a moment of silence for the lives lost on the
Eleventh of September 2001, when the
Tragedy in New York shook the world.
A peaceful September 11 to all my fellow Americans. May we never forget the tragedy of the 9-11 attacks against our nation. A blessed weekend to you all!
by Naomi L. | September 4, 2015 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
Beautiful Earth full of life,
I love to study your ecosystems, from your
Oceans teeming with fascinating creatures to your
Landscapes rich with lush vegetation.
Only your beautiful nature, rich with
Greens and blues, can pique such curiosity in me.
Your living world is my science, my knowledge, my life!
by Naomi L. | August 28, 2015 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
As I lay back on the bed
And you lay over me,
I look up at your face
Smiling down at me,
And I think to myself,
He has such beautiful eyes.
Dark brown eyes,
So warm and inviting.
When they look into mine,
I can see the love in them,
The kindness,
The humility,
The passion.
And when I look back into them,
I feel at peace.
Those eyes say so much
Even when his lips
Don’t say a word.
They tell me such sweet things:
I adore you,
I want you,
I need you,
I love you.
And they always perfectly match
The feelings in my heart.
I know those eyes
Belong to a man
Who cares for me,
Who respects me,
Who treats me well and
Who loves me
With all his heart.
And I know that when I’m with him,
I am home.
All this takes but a second
To cross my mind,
But that one second
Is more than enough.
I smile back up at you,
Pull you close,
And kiss your lips,
Elated to know that
Only I will ever see
The true depth of the love
In your beautiful brown eyes.
Happy Birthday to my adoring boyfriend! Thank you for filling my days with so much happiness and love! I love you, sweetheart!
by Naomi L. | August 14, 2015 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
Study books and papers every day.
Constantly seek original ideas and approaches.
Innovate your methods in practice and
Experiment until you get results.
New theories are always emerging, so
Contribute all you can to the knowledge of humanity.
Endless discoveries are waiting to made!
by Naomi L. | July 24, 2015 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
I knew it was love.
When we danced, the world stood still.
Then the clock chimed once.
Suddenly she froze.
Timidly, I took her hand
As the clock chimed twice.
Just one kiss, I wished.
At the third chime, I leaned in…
But she turned and fled.
Four chimes in, I paused.
That was when I realized,
I don’t know her name.
Terror seized my heart.
No, I cannot lose her now.
Five chimes in, I ran.
Chasing after her,
I could hear the sixth chime ring.
Please come back, I begged.
At the seventh chime,
All I found upon the stairs
Was her glass slipper.
As the eighth chime rang,
I looked down and saw her there,
Running through the doors.
Glass slipper in hand,
I followed her down the path
To the clock’s ninth chime.
I stopped at the gate.
The tenth chime sent her carriage
Out into the night.
Eleven chimes in.
Desperately I called to her.
Just once, she looked back.
Midnight, she was gone.
Lovesick and alone I stood
As the clock struck twelve.
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