Aspiring to be the best at writing. Poetry lover, haiku and free verse to be precise, I hope to one day master
Moonlight mystique,
Traverses the air.
The mocking bird is my friend.
His song comforts my silence,
Empathy is not far away…
As stars take their rightful place,
In an extensive sky.
Predestination seals its beauty,
Alluring in their prime.
Darkness won’t ever crumble,
To the lull of a forthcoming dawn.
Sing mocking bird sing,
Lyrics need not triumph…
Endurance I can muster,
Hold my rightful place,
As median to what is drawing near,
And what is left behind…
(c) Monica St Hillaire.
Listen carefully,
You’ll hear the somber song,
In my sadness.
That piercing falsetto,
Shatters the mirrored doorway.
Tears stream down,
Rigid and swift.
An enigmatic flow,
Unaware of their fate…
They were in firm solidarity,
With my heartbreak.
Synchronization so metrical;
Feeling like a puppet on a string.
These masterminds,
Of this dreary hole,
I now dwell in…
As I sit here,
Doleful and dejected,
The rhythmic chant,
Consumes inside of me.
Glum quivers,
Unending…
(c) Monica St Hillaire. 2021.
Away from a barren desert, Near the crystalline waterfall. The meadow is my median, Amidst their silence and roar, Courage I will find.
As the petals undulated, Beneath immobile clouds, Transparent was the mountain top. Through the wind and sunshine, Endurance I will hold.
Daylight spontaneously evanesced, A Thrush perched in the distance. I rose, frisked myself in stride, Between the song and dance, Fearlessness I will shout. (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
conch shell's empty space symphonious notes fill up shorebird upon rock (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.
Delicate touch, Mesmerized stare. Bonded embrace, Breath of fresh air. For timeless love, Eager to try. Poetry in motion, You and I...
Elegant waltz, In rain of Spring. Ascending moon, Ballads we sing. Tender caress, Ends with a sigh. Poetry in motion, You and I...
Aromatic wine,
Laid on white sand.
Scented candles,
I clasp your hand.
Sky's hue reveals,
Daylight is nigh.
Poetry in motion,
You and I...
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.
Seated round campfire, Canary outshines Barred Owl; Starry night outside... (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.
Engrave my name upon your heart,
Let everyone see what is inside.
But only I would know the depth.
Write a song and dedicate it to me,
The masses would undoubtedly dance,
Till the moon turned pale.
But only I would hear the words.
We’ll stroll along the sandy beach,
Leave your footprints behind mine.
Though crashing waves will surely efface them,
You will always be my guiding light.
As a priceless pearl, embedded in an oyster,
Let this world view our hardened shell.
Reserve this wondrous beauty for us only,
Allow these kindred spirits to ride off into the sunset.
For it is ours to conquer…
(c) Monica St Hillaire.
On this starry night,
Crickets sing a song.
Chirp chirpy chirp;
All the night long.
I rush to the door,
Clap and cheer them on.
Chirp chirpy chirp;
My vote they've won.
Yes this starry night,
Chorus tune is strong.
Chirp chirpy chirp;
All the night long.
Roses upon my lap,
Well...truly they 're for mom.
I'll give her with a song,
Knowingly she will hum.
Roses now in my hand,
Greeting card with a dove.
My name written inside,
With poems about love.
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