Tears

tears only you shall get,
being a poet
that’s what in your fate.
if it’s only tears
that I be blessed with,
shall collect all the tears,
yes, I shall,
and treasure them well.
the day when
nature takes her blessings away,
and life becomes a barren desert,
may be, just may be,
my dear,
those drops of tears
shall be most precious
gift of life.

Gluttony: RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge # 232 Foot & Mouth

This post is in response to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge .

All images and photos from Pixabay

Spare your foot and rest
Indulge mouth with fatty food
Obesity soon

Footlong sandwiches
Salivating mouth eager
Expanded waistline

Foot carries burden
Sins of a greedy mouthful
Rise of the waist waits

Behold nature’s gifts
Mouth agape, bliss and wonder
Silent footfalls stop

Flotsam

Neither a property acquired,
Nor a gift accepted,
Flotsam drifting aimlessly,
Destiny brought together.