Blanket of snowflakes
covered the ground in crisp white
where animals play
against the icy wind and
leave their footprints in the snow
© P. Bunnykins
Winter Tales
poetry prompt
Phantom Dancer
The Phantom Dancer
hides his face under a mask
to dance one last time
He’s like a devil
on the dance floor as he moves
It’s hauntingly good
© P. Bunnykins
Burned Secrets
The pyre has gone wild
burning everything with him
even his secrets
© P. Bunnykins
Sanctuary
Hide for now, my prince
before men can slaughter you
and avert your reign
Soon you’ll own the world
and feast on pity humans
until none is left
© P. Bunnykins
A Mermaid’s Plea
Oh, God of the sea
bring forth your blessings to me
a fish tail, I plea!
So, I can swim by your side
and ride with the wondrous tide
© P. Bunnykins
Poetry Day Nine, Apostrophe + Tanka
Mother Nature
I find happiness at the sight of the blue sky
while taking a bite off my favorite egg pie
I find happiness at the smell of the evening breeze
that comes from the wondrous seven seas Continue reading
Wine and Love
Wine comes in at the mouth
(drunk brunch with good convo and good vibes)
and love comes in at the eye
(the beauty of your face melts into mine)
I mixed Alexander Bentley and W.B. Yeats poems to create a simple Found Poetry.
© Alexander Bentley
© W.B. Yeats
Poetry Day Seven, Found Poetry
The Magical Window
Every time I look outside my window at night
I’m always in awe of such a magical sight
of beautiful geese flying in the moonlight
and night flowers blooming calmly in sweet delight
The fascinating feeling doesn’t end there
for when the moonbeam starts to glitter in my hair
I would hear nostalgic music in my ear
making me dream and float in the air
It makes me travel far away
that I would be gone for more than a day
or maybe I could had long slept
but please, don’t wake me up just yet
© P. Bunnykins
Poetry Day Six: Enjambment
When Nature Hits Back
Sometimes when the world wanted you to quit
The best thing to do? drink red wine and sit
Sit and just laugh at the world
For you will never get hurled
Proudly you walk, then you stepped on some shit
© P. Bunnykins
Poetry Day Four: Limerick
Wow! Limerick is a little hard, don’t you think? 😛
A Real Messy Beautiful Twisted Sunshine 
