A Life Of A Bee
days of gone by like a busy bee gathering its nectar in a blistering heat beating its wings in a fast motion keeping its stripped big body from falling out of the air They work together gathering resources signaling that food is near by
strong chill of winter
A strong chill of winter has grasped this country, the toll of its bitter cold has the ground covered in a blanket of thick snow the fog is lingering over the thick blanket of snow dragging down the hope that the snow is going to go
snow snow
snow snow from above covering the land with snow,frosty winds with the wind chill factor ,most of uk is coverd in snow biting winds fros
Sleepless night.
awwwwww......Is this OK?
bowerbird
everyone wants to impress... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bowerbird
Thunder Pulse
Brand new, written about 4:30am Nov. 29th 2010. Kind of the poetic logo of my eventual horse farm. Well, the Thoroughbreds anyway which is called, Thunder Pulse Thoroughbreds. Once the graphic is done, the poem will be written in the sky surrounding the running horse.
Haiku. (Bright Moon)
Bright moon, I stroll around the pond hey, dawn has come.
Save Her! (Song Lyric)
Hope this does a bit to save trees...
Haiku. (Orchid)
Author name is Matuo Basho,he is one of the greatest of japanease poets and the master of haiku. this is one of his original poem and diary.
Seasoning
Chilly here today, supposed to be in the seventies again next week...
meadow lake
Lake in the meadow wide and blue surrounded by forest hidden from view holds such beauty holds such calmness soft waters lap the shore i lo
The Summer Walk
I wrote it for my English 101 portfolio but I think it has many views. I would like to hear anyone's opinions about it. It was about my class' hike up Spruce Knob in West Virginia, took us three days.
Awakening
The darkness cleared into the new day. The world smelled fresh.....clean. Cool air whispered hello to warm skin. Awakening the spirit to life.
The Short Death
These are troubling times but times full of incredible promise. Despite the ups and downs I feel incredibly blessed.
Happy Samhain!
Learned a new word today from a Wiccan friend
Glenmalur
I'm in love with the vales and glens of Wicklow in Ireland. I always dream of them and of love as well..so i combined the two in this little poem.
Ozark Autumn
Beautiful here yesterday!
Rejuvenation
I breathe in and out with excited anticipation, yet another beautiful day out there calls to me. the cool wind blowing slightly, carressing my face and my fears, nurturing my every thought and taking me into it's embrace. I focus on what's ahead
Ocean Views
Waves come in, bringing more sand Then take it right back out again Building up here, breaking down there Maintaining the balance of nature’s design Crashing-wave bubbles, frothy and white, Some bursting in their glory, under the sunlight Other
The Monarch of the Glen
this poem is dedicated to the oil painting of the stag called the monarch of the glen by sir edward landseer
Lobo's love
true story... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lobo_the_King_of_Currumpaw http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ernest_Thompson_Seton
rain drops
i love the sun i hate the cold i especially hate the rain the wet water on my face on my lovely coat and shoes cold and damp i feel the rain falling from the sky maybe shower or large drops of rain sometimes ice mixed in the rain when i was
Fear from a deer
Its about a deer who fears man
The Lion Hunts Tonight!
A hush falls accross the plain.. For tonight.. He Hunts.. The moon peeks through an errie fog that creeps like Deaths Breath.. All the inhabitants of the plain strain eye and ear because.. They know.. He is! His mass
Perfectly Acceptable Profit
Your nose says the air smells rotten. THEY say your nose is lyin' That pollution is acceptable And the profits are just fine! Man had a world that was perfect Pure air and water too! Perfect showed no PROFIT, What was a guy to do? Man cre
rustic leaves
I looked out from my window onto the ground below beside the small roadway a grassy bank where stood this lonesome tree the early year saw it right bough break by mothers natures hand standing with a missing arm it seemed and now the rusti
Tremors
Im in Christchurch for 5 daysto help, through my work, the earthquake scene down here. Getting ready to put some things together for a hard week tomorrow, but a very rewarding one.. Sophia
PEACE AND SOLITUDE
LOTS OF TREES IN THE DISTANCE THE RIPPLING WAVES ALONG THE SEA SHORE OVER TO THE LEFT A SMALL BOAT RISING UP AND DOWN ON THE RIPPLING TIDE CLOSE TO A SMALL ISLAND THE GENTLENESS OF THE RIPPLING WATERS FLOWING IN AND OUT BY THE EBB Of THE TIDE
The Dolphin,, Haiku
Not sure.. did I get it right?
snowboarding
Heel toe, heel toe Flowing down the mountain Back and forth, back and forth FLowing like a fountain Left to right, left to right shredding up the snow Stay on edge, stay on edge imprints everywhere I go Weight on center, weight on center win
great divides
The sun shines so bright The songbird sings Moon illuminates the night Ripples in ponds God brings Snow covering mountain tops Streams flow down their sides Never does the flowing stop Creating great divides
statues on the beach
rusting statues coverd in barniccles lined up in rows along the beach tetherd not moving some high some low coverd in sand some standing tall where they stand metal objects that stand and glare out to sea they watch passing ships, passin
breeze whispers
Stepped out of the door putting trash outside nothing glamorous there When you touched me i just knew it was you wind..i always do In a second i was with you you brought a picture seemed like a meadow vast and green standing by a lake
Night and Day - Haiku
Inspired by Gashly's latest...
FEEST
THIS POEM I HAVE WRITTEN TO HONOUR LIFE AND LOVE. S.F
harvest
Farmer sow leave seed season crop rain sun wind wheat sheaves harvest hands machinery workers gather joyful barn full blessed
Seed
This poem came to me quickly a while back. The words just flew into my head and left me happy. Please let me know what you think of it. Thank you.
trees (haiku)
trees are shedding leaves natures calender is turned leaves meet ground again
a tranquil place
I remember a farm there in bala in a valley secluded, alone, silent looking up to the hills sheep grazed lazily and further back big mountains lay keeping silent curfew the still trees the bladed fields the distant hills calling for res
Descending Night
As she crouches atop a rock the sea water laps at her feet. She hugs her body, but shivers still against the cold coming night air. The thin gauze like dress does little to give cover for the black gash shows against her soft brown skin. The
still waters
Adorned in soft blue colours as wet and silky too bathe in such cool water tones and dye of blue she has soft liquid skin transparent ever new while we look upon her there is, another view beneath the garment lies world unseen corals g
Night Stroll
Night Stroll Lost in the dark of the night, memorized by the tiny flickers of light, the stars,that have me going round and round,in a trance. I breath in the Autumn night,and it leaves me intoxicated, so dizzy,my mind goes astray. Engu