Stop Snoring Remedies

Question by lalala:)(:: What’s a good title for a poem that compare’s the sun and moon?
POEM:

The Moon,
Is like a big ball of cheese.
As It listens to the snoring of the people.
Tasting like cotton candy,
In the smell of vanilla.
While it feel’s it’s soft pillow suronding it self.
While the Sun,
Is like a bright fire ball.
As it listen’s to the people yelling for it’s brightness.
While tasting it’s hot tea,
In the smell of fuems,
While it feels the warmth of it’s burning fire.

Best answer:

Answer by ladybountyhunter17
night and day
cold and hot
dark and light.

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Question by BG: What? Why, Gypsy’s a poem. Have a read, if ye want…?
This one was fun to write; is it fun to read? Faith & begorrah! Roll yer r’s, readers. LOL

Gypsy
I waited fer their gentle snoring
And escaped into the night
The moon was generous ta me
Pouring out her gracious light

I made me way ta the creek
It’s waterery path me guide
And cut through forest and pasture
With a sure an steady stride

I dinna know – not then
It was to be the very last night
I could watch the gypsy dance
In the glow of the firelight

I heard their untamed music
Far off and beckoning me
An me heart was jumpin wildly
Wantin ta keep ta the beat

And then I saw the fire glow
And the stand of trees, my hide
And minded ta watch me stealth
That forced me to slow me stride

Breathless I was, but not from the hike
Fer my gypsy girl was there
And dancin wilder than e’er I’d seen
And tossin her long, curly hair

There were bangles on her arms
And around her ankles too
Catchin the light as she danced
And jumpin wi each o’ her moves

An old gypsy woman was there
Cross-legged on the ground
Smokin a pipe an smilin
And noddin her head at the sound

An dreamin I was of the gypsy lass
How her mouth would feel on me own
When I glanced ta see the old woman
And I knew that I’d been found

Her eyes locked on me own
An I could’na tear ‘em away
But the frown on her brow softened
A nod givin permission to stay

I’d had me share of knocks by then
Clocked in the head a time or two
A bit of rough treatment from me dad
Though he had a lot ta do

Takin the pipe from her mouth
And still wi her eyes on mine
The old gypsy smiled me a smile
And I ne’er had seen it’s kind

The gypsy lass who danced so wild
And stirred the man in me
Has faded from me mind with years
But such is fickle memory

But I were a lad knew little but work
Or the clout of a calloused hand
So it’s only as an old man now
I finally understand

Why the lovely dancin gypsy lass
Is not the face that I can see
But clearly etched is the one
Who smiled a kind smile at me

Best answer:

Answer by Masaki
Wow.. very long poem eh? but your idea is good… ^ ^ keep type a new one!

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Question by Little Wifey: Dawn at the Humble Tower – A Poem – you like?
My sleepy eyes we reluctant to greet the day today
My body stretched and my muscles protested
The house was cool and my skin goose pimpled
And dawn gently washed away the night with hues of grey

Out the small window the tree skeletons posed and stood guard
My heart lifted up as a deer carefully picked his way through my yard
The fan in the bathroom buzzed out all other sound
But a wonderment of the glory of the day in me began to abound

The warm cloth refreshed my face and heightened my senses
Minty Breath and freshly combed hair made my visage fair
New shoes of black and white made dressing less of a Plight
A touch of red lipstick and mascara made me look just right

Now Master Sun has come to Paint the Day
The Michelangelo of the heavens creating a new display
Letting the colors begin soft and pastel, slowly growing bright
Further Exorcising the memory of dark Night

Feeling a kinship with Alice from the story
Because I have gone through my own looking glass from glory to glory
Nostalgia at the one that made me bigger, and the one that made me small
Gladness that one made me do nothing at all

Ready to leave my castle, my humble tower
I sneak into her room and kiss her, still asleep at such an early hour
One more kiss for my husband, snoring, yet handsome and strong
Then off I go to town, noise, cars, work, schedules, and the general throng

Best answer:

Answer by Life_is
A wonderment of a morning description!

Give your answer to this question below!

My sleepy eyes we reluctant to greet the day today
My body stretched and my muscles protested
The house was cool and my skin goose pimpled
And dawn gently washed away the night with hues of grey
Out the small window the tree skeletons posed and stood guard
My heart lifted up as a deer carefully picked his way through my yard
The fan in the bathroom buzzed out all other sound
But a wonderment of the glory of the day in me began to abound
The warm cloth refreshed my face and heightened my senses
Minty Breath and freshly combed hair made my visage fair
New shoes of black and white made dressing less of a Plight
A touch of red lipstick and mascara made me look just right
Now Master Sun has come to Paint the Day
The Michelangelo of the heavens creating a new display
Letting the colors begin soft and pastel, slowly growing bright
Further Exorcising the memory of dark Night
Feeling a kinship with Alice from the story
Because I have gone through my own looking glass from glory to glory
Nostalgia at the one that made me bigger, and the one that made me small
Gladness that one made me do nothing at all
Ready to leave my castle, my humble tower
I sneak into her room and kiss her, still asleep at such an early hour
One more kiss for my husband, snoring, yet handsome and strong
Then off I go to town, noise, cars, work, schedules, and the general throng