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My Poetry Blog: Bob Boyd's Free Verse Poems

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Werewolf Prey

When night cloaks Forbidden Park
During foreboding full moon phases
The park grows eerie and silent
Before the terrors happen:
Werewolves emerge and howl
Aliens and cryptids scatter
Silent trees gasp and quiver
Flowers awaken and panic
Spring grass lays low and shudders
Sedate rocks moan and tremble
Teens getting drunk in the park
Scream and try to run away
All of them caught and slaughtered
All of them werewolf prey

Bob Boyd

Pink Dogwood Tree Petals

In the yard across the street
Pink dogwood tree petals are falling,
Ordinary, a beautiful sight.
Tonight they sadden me
Remembering the last time I saw them
When you said you were leaving me.
Now like the pink tree petals
Tears are falling from my eyes.

Bob Boyd

Skylark

A skylark sings songs while it flies
I wonder what it’s singing about
Maybe the fun and the freedom
Of flying so high in the open free sky
Above the earth liberated from gravity
Above the planet’s cares and concerns
Maybe the skylark gets high when it flies
An intoxicating rush among billowing clouds
I’d like to feel what the skylark feels in flight
And sing like it high in the open free sky

Bob Boyd

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