Organisation
A stack of white paper filed away neatly in one compact pile,
Another sheet or two of loose paper that I need to put in a new file.
In a little pencil holder are pens sorted by brand, colour and size,
The stack of paper was colour-coded using paper clips, what a surprise!
A pearly white stand was at the back of the table with a million sticky notes on top,
It fell when a few where removed, it just went plop!
A/N: The next poem is inspired by 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'
Flowery Bed
A soft hillside far off in the distance away from pesky mortals,
To get there is quite simple, just go through a couple of portals!
Then you'll find a nice patch covered in simple pretty white daisies,
You can lie down for a while, underneath a tree if you're really lazy.
If not you can run through the rose garden, watch the petals float through the air,
Collapse onto a bed of roses and gaze at the sky until you're hit with a pear.
Wake up and see a mischievous fairy playing with your basket of fruit,
Another's juggling to the music begin played by a fairy on the lute.
Pluck a rose and give it to them while you walk away to go home,
So you go home and sleep on a proper bed with a mattress made of memory foam.
Darkness
Surrounded by the unknown, you can't see without the aid of light,
It's a mystery or an illusion, something strange could lurk behind every corner.
Perfect for sleeping but literally nothing else, I guess watching movies counts,
But so much is hidden from you, which is what makes it so scary.
Suddenly, you hear a shuffle come from your closet, a strange concerning sound,
You open your closet, oh, it's just your friendly neighbourhood murderer!
YOU ARE READING
♡ Midnight Poetry ♡
PoetryWhen the clock strikes midnight I pick up a pen and start writing, I release my thoughts onto the page until it gets too tiring. I like to write short pieces that are quite descriptive, But honestly sometimes writing becomes way too addictive! I...
