Nighttime

Let hours of darkness arrive
Daylight will bid farewell
Let us answer to ourselves
This desire that can’t be quelled

No light is required
Except that from the stars
Let us feel our way
In this moment of ours

Lauren Scott © 2017

 

 

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A Halloween Fright

It was a warm, late afternoon
not quite October thirty-first
Sunset would soon reveal itself
he put the car in reverse

Looking in the rear-view mirror
ready to part from the stall
His eyes blinked several times
he couldn’t believe what he saw

A creepy sort of clown with
the head bent to the right
He thought, “what the hell?”
he was thankful for daylight

He doesn’t scare quite easily
he’s been toughened by the screen
But trepidation did descend
though not in the least to be seen

However, his time was precious
So, he quickly chose to ignore
There was no sign of weapon
there was no want for rapport

He certainly made the right move
to turn the other cheek
It wasn’t smart at all to provoke
yet, he wasn’t acting weak

This day’s entertainment was scary
Clowns used to be rather comical
It was not only dreadfully creepy
It was surely psychological

Nevertheless, this tale ends happily
we’re extremely grateful he was safe
But fun comes in interesting forms now
this afternoon, it was eerily displayed

Lauren Scott © 2017
(Inspired by reality)

HAPPY HALLOWEEN & 
MAKE IT A SAFE ONE! 🎃

 

Treats only, Please

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Creepy cackles from the trees
startle their hearts as they walk
Shadows follow the echoes
as they ensue down the block

They loyally repeat to each other
it’s a night for entertainment
There’s nothing to be afraid of
as they stare down at the pavement

They know they’re not alone
many follow in their footsteps
Eager to push the door bell
but afraid of the special effects

They see goblins and witches
ghouls, pumpkins, and ghosts,
Super heroes of all different kinds
while owls hoot from their posts

Some faces seem a bit too real
one even looked like old granny
Ignore the screeches and simply focus
on taking home a load of candy

Lauren Scott © 2017
Photos: Google

Aurora Alexander is holding a Halloween poem contest, inviting all to participate. It’s been fun reading all the wonderful entries, and the competition is tough. This is my entry, and if you’d like to check out the other poems, here is the link:
https://aurorajalexander.wordpress.com

Happy Halloween!
Boo!
(and don’t eat too much candy)

 

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Little Beach Boy (A Shadorma)

I watch him
Sitting in the sand
His quest for
Adventure
Shines through the look on his face
Deep concentration

A slight breeze
Blows his light brown hair
As he digs
For treasures
My heart warms from his delight
A precious moment

Lauren Scott 2017
(I learned about this poetry form at Ben’s site,
https://bennaga.wordpress.com/ and he encouraged
me to try a Shadorma, as well. I couldn’t think
of a new topic, so I revised an old poem from
when my son was little. ❤ I hope you enjoy, and
thanks for the nudge, Ben. It’s always good to
learn something new.)

Steadfast Devotion

romantic perrenials

Even if a storm
drenches us
in anger and hurt,
don’t walk away
No matter what
happens in any
given day,
I’m on your side
Take my hand
Feel comfort in
my embrace
Let me trace
the tears you cry
You should know
our world is the
only place I
choose to reside
But if you leave,
assure me
You’ll come back,
like the perennials
return to their gardens
Happy endings
aren’t only found
in paperbacks

If you’d like another option, below is the audio link:

Lauren Scott 2017
Photo: Google Images
💜

 

Mirage

I am honored to have had The Drabble accept my submission and choose to publish my poem. They also paired it with the most perfect image. I’ve also enjoyed their other posts, as well, and I encourage you to visit their site, too.

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By Lauren Scott

His mind floated through life
where it couldn’t be stopped,
even his logic kept flight

Her face controlled his dreams
as he struggled between the
crevices of reality
below the moon’s supervision

He desired to write poetry,
wordless poetry on her silky skin,
how the touch and taste of her
would be rich to his spirit

But knowing she was far
out of reach,
her whispered kisses
wove softly through his fingers

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