Synonyms: surge, wave, billow, roll, swell, ripple, etc.
Topic: From Hubby
Freezing air,
As he stares;
At the quest before him.
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Mounting his might steed,
A sturdy breed;
Roaring to life.
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Snow billows,
Causing rippling waves;
Swirling beside the beast.
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Exhausting feat,
Hard cold seat;
The hubby sits firm.
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Hours later,
Clearing greater;
Mounds of snow stand.
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The ground is free,
I agree;
“Coco please.”
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I asked the hubby for a topic. It’s a great word but my mind was blank on inspiration. Thank you hubby. I told him the synonyms and this was the phrase he came up with on the spot: “The wave of rolling snow, as I plow.” I thought that was a great line of inspiration!!
I’ve been having trouble writing or coming up with ideas. My son has gotten a cold and all of my focus has been on my family. It’s seems like we’ve been sick more often than not.
It’s said to write what you know. So this poem is based on me meeting my husband. And I’m not exaggerating when I say I went on many first dates. Some I went on up to three-five dates, but they all ended up lying about something in the end. Online dating is already hard enough. Why lie on your profile. Yes personality is a big part of someone, but for me if you lie with a picture what else will you or are you lying about.
I guess, don’t compromise. And don’t be embarrassed if none of your dates are working out. Now you know there is someone who experienced twenty-eight bad ones before my right one found me.
God made me experience all the awful meets, so that I would know the right one when I met him. Also, so I would see all his great qualities, and see past the honesty of the handsomeness of his profile picture.
Synonyms: analytical, intelligent, brainy, deep, scholarly, etc.
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It’s a brain with feet;
Confident on the street.
People will stop and awe,
At the amazement of their jaw.
Intelligence is at its feet;
Challenging someone to beat,
But they will stay in their seat.
Thriving through life;
Taking it all in stride.
Who is this,
You may ask?
Not a chicken.
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We have chickens this year. They are the dumbest animal I’ve ever raised. They just don’t understand the efforts the husband has made, to make their coop awesome. Instead of venturing outside; to discover the wonders of their space… they prefer to cower inside.
Eventually they will learn that when we open their door; they need to go out. Or they will learn that when we pick up the pool sifter pole…it means they have two options. Go outside willingly, or forcefully. Haha 😂
I don’t know what I was describing when I wrote the poem, because I only had chickens on my mind. I knew I wanted to throw everyone for a loop when I ended it the way I did.
When I heard the synonyms my initial thought was a brutal relationship.
I personally don’t have any experience. But I have watched one unfold. Sometimes it just takes a nudge from someone or the person personally to say enough is enough.
Asking for help is never a bad thing. You are actually the bravest person to me if you ask for help when you desperately need it. Life. Living. Thriving. Is more important than anything.
“Striving For Light” B y emily2jane 11-06-21
Stay strong. You are never alone. You always have God beside you. Everything is in his hands.
Which I’m in that place as of now; regarding wanting another baby. If I’m meant to have another one God will let it happen. But if not, maybe I’m meant to only have one.
Pretty self explanatory. I cooked our first real meal. It’s been almost two weeks. We’ve been rocking sandwiches. Which I never thought I would get tired of sandwiches. But we did. Maybe except the baby.
But last night was delicious. And since we’ve been eating sandwiches, my serving size has dropped. I guess sandwiches had a good effect.
Have a wonderful Friday. May it be filled with good food!!
Not quite sure. Just woke up. And honestly as I was drifting back to sleep I started this poem. And instead of ignoring it I decided to jot it down. It is currently 4:01am and I am awake happy.
Confused and excited are perfect descriptions for how I am feeling. Maybe it’s because of all the Dr. Seuss books read at story time yesterday.
We will see in the next three hours. Whether I am a beautiful butterfly when I wake up…or a scary dragon will emerge from bed.
Have a very confusing Friday!
I was originally going to post this on Friday. But since my sleeping schedule was all topsy-turvy I am now posting this poem on Saturday.
Synonyms: bully, intimidate, badger, torment, harass, etc.
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Shoved into a corner,
No one is for me.
The eyes are filled with hate,
The hands try to suffocate me.
Tormenting me alone.
Pressure making me crumble.
This will never change,
Everything will remain.
Unless I change.
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Bullies are usually bullied as well. But the pleasure people get from bullying people is disgusting. No one should ever be seen as prey, or weak. But still it happens.
“Never Should Be.” By emily2jane 10-25-21
The only way to defeat the bully is for you yourself to become strong. Bullying can come in any form. Not just a physical aspect like you see in the movies.
But become strong. Be unwilling to change for anyone. When the bully can no longer control you with any means they will give up. But don’t just stop there. If the bully stops and moves onto another person; go and be that support for the new person. Don’t let them suffer alone. Help them build themselves up, and make them unmoving. And so on.
I love it when the leaves change colors, but I love it more when they cover the ground.
It reminds me of my grandparents back brick patio. They had a ginkgo tree; that would let their leaves fall and it would create a “yellow brick road” at least that’s hat my grandma hold say.
One day I was at their house and I decided to do something nice and rake up all the leaves. I got them into a huge pile when my grandma came out. I expected a big thank you, but instead she said… “Oh…can you spread them back out everywhere. I love being surrounded by golden yellow.”
So now when I see piles of leaves I’m at war with myself. Either jump in the pile or leave them alone. Once the color is gone, sure rake them. But if you don’t mind leave them be and enjoy the crunch.
Digital Art By emily2jane 10-22-21
Sadly this tree died…it was slowly dying over the last few years. But then I got a message that the wind finally did the deed and uprooted the tree… RIP Tree 🧡
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