Age is a sly old stranger
who comes at the close of the day
Age is a regular charmer
who begs to come and stay
Age is like the furniture
you know him like your stairs
Age is a sly old stranger
he’ll catch you unawares
Tag Archives: Poetry Styles
Not Here… by Toni L.A. Cross
Perfect, innocent thing
so helpless and young
swaddled in my womb
my mind imagines you so perfectly
and my heart wishes you here so desperately
that sometimes I almost think it is so
Soft, downy thing
so tiny and warm
nestled against my breast
my senses conjure you so perfectly
and my soul dreams of you so desperately
that sometimes I almost think you never left
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Seedling… by Toni L.A. Cross
Impatiently stirring in darkness
a seed in the womb of the earth
stretching and yearning and slowing unfurling
searching and searching for light
Casting off the veil of its seedhood
shedding the skin of its youth
budding and bursting and suddenly thirsting
searching and searching for light
Knowing not what it might be
caring not where it might sprout
growing and reaching and rapidly moving
searching and searching for light
Thrusting itself towards the heavens
bare newborn covered in dew
hoping and dreaming and artlessly scheming
searching and searching for light
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Neverland by Toni L.A. Cross
There is a happy neverland
somewhere between here and sleep
It’s where all untold wishes live
the wealth of secret dreams
If one could drift amongst its foam
or dive into those depths
Their human heart would surely burst
From the sweetest of pains
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Memory Closet by Toni L.A. Cross
A simple closet door
So it appears to be
But if you peer inside
Filled hangers you will see
With memories intact
All lined up in a row
Hidden in the fabric
The scent of tears, you know
Youthful smells of wishes
Of dearest heartfelt pain
Closet of true beauty
Where love has left its stain
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