Simple Pleasures

Simple Pleasures short poem

Cuddled under a warm, toasty quilt,
Chewing on a bag of gummy bears with no guilt.

Making the perfect mud cake,
Watching the sunlight glisten off a lake.

Letting myself go insane,
To fight all things mundane.

Cooking a delightful meal,
Bargaining and striking a deal.

The feel of the soft sand under my feet,
While watching the sun and sea meet.

Making someone laugh and guffaw,
A yummy bowl of all fat coleslaw.

A bunch of bangles,
And earrings that dangle,
Light from a pretty candle,
A bowl of noodles entangled.

A cool drink of water to quench my thirst,
Watching a rainbow in the sky, burst!

A nice bear hug,
A soothing drink of tea in my favorite mug.

Cloud watching while its bright,
Star gazing on a moonlit night.

The smell of fresh baked goods,
A pleasant walk amongst the woods.

The snap of a camera lens,
To capture a moment most intense.

Watching the sky change shades at twilight,
And lightening too, but thunder gives me a fright!

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An Engineer with bursts of creativity. My poems are mostly rhymes and sometimes take a nonsensical turn. When I'm not working, I write poems or work on paper craft.
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Reminds one of the song from the Sound of music..”My Favourite things”..such an uplifting verse which reminds one of all the simple pleasures that make Life so beautiful..Great writing @sushantika happy to have you on HoP!


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