As soft as the colour of a bellflower,
The clouds whisking away like a temporary blush,
The evening summer sky displays it's tones,
Like a canvas of placid hues

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As the night closes in, the sky wanders some more
Blushing down upon the earth like a fresh glass of merlot
Dark shades flooding the what was nothing but white and blue,
Dominating the subdued tones of day
Until the moon yearns to sleep

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The cycle of night and day bringing new art to lustful eyes,
An array of colours,
Anything but alike the day before

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Details of monotone sadness,
To the glamour of an atmospheric beach,
The reflection of one's own expression
Is never too far from reach

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From the top of my head a lot of it😂

I'm great at poems

There was a young lady called Skye
Who had a wombat stuck in her eye
She tried her luck
Pulling it out with a hook
But it only came free when she cried

That will be a wonderful thing to do. 😍 I like poems
But no, nobody's gonna appreciate my poem so I'm saving my energy 😎💪

Oh well I’ll have to think lol

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,
Smiles awake you when you rise;
Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby,
Rock them, rock them, lullaby

I'm Bad At Writing Poems, But Better At Other Stuff.

You write me a poem?

Sibylline tresses,
Knowing smile,
Young yet ageless,
Entrancing guile.

I'm doing a whole memory book for my cat right now, pictures, poems etc I'm not good at writing them so I'll just share this ❤️