The Lost Poems

This is a collection of totally unrelated poems that aren't as polished and satisfactory and failed to get their own posts.This first one I didn't like due to its "been there, done that" quality. It's sappy and boring. Second one felt forced and contrived and last one's just...well, exactly. It's just too ordinary. But maybe blog readers like yourself enjoy the cliche, read it to believe it.

Love+Happiness
Like the fizziness of a light champagne,
The warmth of a golden mane.
The aroma of a french cologne,
It's how I feel when not alone.

This feeling inside I can't describe,
Only occurs when you're beside.
When you are here nothing else matters,
I only see you, my sadness you shatter.

And perhaps we could all agree,
All of us have one destiny,
To be loved by a beloved till the end of time,
And equate love and happiness as one and
The same.

Bowling for the Uninitiated
Hollow roar of predator hunting down

prey echoes, reverberates down lanes of wood,

Gluttonous owner grinning,

Reeking breath appealing.

Rolling, accelerating towards the pack of ten.

Veers off course taking long route, camouflage then

hooks back, eventually feasting in a raucous scramble,

no time to react.

Knockout! A strike- Body count ten,

none survive the cruel and vicious attack.

Hunting dog returns to owner with catch,

And sets out on its hunt again.

Consider This
Consider this:

The first snowflakes tumble daintily

Amidst oblivious city-goers,

Fuzzy evanescence on a tranquil sunday.

Beauty lost in the bustle of life.

Harsh winds crimp famined rose petals

As they cripple bent the rose stem.

Sighing inaudible breaths of loss.

Magnificent pale magenta unnoticed by

animals in a rainforest.

Child gives street beggar ice-cream cone,

Creased face lights up in a toothy grin.

In return fished penny placed kindly in

child's palm. Crowds that pass unable to notice

this unexpected act of compassion.

Consider these, then realise

Life is a speeding bullet train of which we are

passengers-Too tired to appreciate the landscapes

rolling by, yet thrilled enough just to feel the wind

rushing past our faces, comforted by the thought

Of heading someplace.