by Naomi L. | September 26, 2014 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
A gift with which I’m blessed in every way
Is someone who is always there for me.
A mentor guiding me through every day
To help me be the best that I can be.
You give me hope whenever I am sad,
Encourage me to follow every dream.
You teach me to have faith when times are bad,
For things are not as dire as they may seem.
I’m thankful for your loving warm embrace,
For every time you help me rise above,
For every chance to see your smiling face
And know that I will always have your love.
The greatest wish God ever made come true
Was giving me a mother just like you.
Happy Birthday to my amazing mother! Thank you so much for all your love and support, and for being the best mentor I could ever ask for! I love you!
by Naomi L. | September 19, 2014 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
Flowers bloom and grow
Paint the world in bright colors
Love is in the air
Brave the burning sun
Play between the sea and shore
Lights pop in the sky
Leaves changing color
Scents of harvest fill the air
Taste Nature’s bounty
Snowflakes floating down
Pure white blanket drapes the land
A new year begins
by Naomi L. | September 12, 2014 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
The autumn leaves outside my window fall
To dress the earth in hues of red and gold.
Amid the trees, I hear the dawn birds call,
Their songs imbued with tales from days of old.
I walk outside into the chilling air
And smile at leaves that fall like golden rain,
For never does the world look quite so fair
As when the treetops weep and shed their pain.
The summer leaves behind its scarring burns.
The winter threatens darkness yet unknown.
And though the spring renews the seasons’ turns,
The autumn shines with grandeur of its own.
Such colors on the leaves make crystal clear
Why autumn is my favorite time of year.
by Naomi L. | September 5, 2014 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
A pair of rabbits hopping by,
A fox in hot pursuit.
A gentleman plays cello
While a lady plays the flute.
A blooming flower smiles
At a feather on the breeze.
A mouse hides in the corner
With a stolen piece of cheese.
A pirate ship goes sailing
On the early morning tide.
A whale swims within its wake,
Its great jaws open wide.
An arrow streaks across the sky,
Shot from an archer’s bow.
A sapling sprouts, and soon enough,
A tree begins to grow.
Circles, squares and diamonds
All seem oddly out of place
In a world with mermaids, dragons
And a giant human face.
Spotting complex figures
Is a pastime that I love.
How many shapes can you see
In the summer clouds above?
Based on a writing prompt from Writer’s Carnival: Cloud Shaping.
You are lying on your back with your best friend watching the clouds go by. Write a shortish poem about the shapes you see.
It may not exactly be “shortish”, but I had fun writing this poem nonetheless. I hope you enjoy what I’ve written. Thanks for reading!
by Naomi L. | August 29, 2014 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
Ask me what I want the most,
And I’ll tell you
I want to be with you.
Ask me if I know it won’t be easy,
And I’ll tell you
I don’t mind one bit.
Ask me if I’m sure,
And I’ll tell you
I’d do whatever it takes.
Ask me why I would,
And I’ll tell you
It’s because I love you.
Ask me why I do,
And I’ll tell you
It’s because you make me happy.
Ask me how happy you make me,
And I’ll tell you
I wouldn’t wait this long for anyone else.
Ask me why I’d wait for you,
And I’ll smile
Because you already know.
I want to be with you
Because you’re worth the wait.
Happy Birthday to my best friend and adoring boyfriend! Thank you for being so wonderful! I hope to be with you again soon. I love you, sweetheart!
by Naomi L. | August 22, 2014 | Flash Fiction, J.C. Wolfe's Writing |
Personal Log – Planet CCCLXV: Day 3
We had our first encounter with native intelligent lifeforms today. As expected, they’re rather bizarre and, in my opinion, frightfully ugly. They have rigid figures topped with a single round multi-cavity structure, which we suspect hold their cognitive centers. Each lifeform only possesses two optical organs, both of which face forward; it’s a wonder how they can see anything at all. Stranger still, however, are the limbs protruding from their cores: four stiff members that bend in the middle. It’s lucky those limbs are jointed, else the creatures wouldn’t be able to move or perform any functions. Speaking of functions… No, perhaps it’s best we don’t understand. That would be the stuff of nightmares to last for weeks.
Adapted from a writing prompt from Writer’s Carnival: Alien Reversal.
Write a paragraph on an encounter with an alien… only you are the alien meeting a human for the first time. Make it funny, scary or completely off the wall.
I imagine extraterrestrials would be just as horrified by us as we would be by them! I hope you enjoy what I’ve written. Thanks for reading!
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