Poetry about mundane things

Only a poet at heart
sees poetry in mundane things;
like fireflies and porch swings.

Stubbornly optimistic, a listener of the universe and follower of my dreams. Coffee, smell of new books, long walks, old melodies, good sense of humour, and poetry light me up. I want to be happy when I grow up.

3 Replies to “Poetry about mundane things”

  1. Only a lover at heart
    Yearns for your touch at night;
    When the moon is all in his sight.
    The laughter of your joy
    That rings aloud in his ears
    Sighs away the distance with silent tears.

  2. Only a poet at heart
    Sees poetry in mundane things;
    Like fireflies and porch swings.
    When he looks at the sky
    He sees colours other than blue;
    believes in his heart to be true.

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