The Playful Winds
summery days
earth sounds
This too is a poem by little Kaitlyn. in the early morning, I hear birds singing a joyful song late afternoon, I hear cars going back and forth I then hear an owl singing it's late night song these are the sounds of earth that warm my hear
Wonderful World
Be thankful for what we have been given
My Gran Canaria
After 10 years when I first visited and fell in love with the island I now have the chance to go there and live. I went there recently for a week's recce to check things out and to make sure my vision wasn't a dream gone wrong, only to find I loved it all the more. I leave the UK on July 1st to realise my dream, finally. This poem was written while I was there.
white orbe
White orbe High in the sky Sunset red Shines Beam of yellow light I stand and stare Darkness envelopes my body I stand and watch the setting sun
CLOSE DOWN......
tonights sky out my windows.....
the faraway
This poem is a tribute to the life of artist Georgia O'Keeffe, an incredible lady as well as artist. "the faraway" was the name of her home in the New Mexico desert where she spent much of her free time. When she died, they spread her ashes across the land she loved so much. I was honored to have had this poem nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2004. Being nominated was a great honor.
Lobo's love
true story... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lobo_the_King_of_Currumpaw http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ernest_Thompson_Seton
I think oh this is called the farm life
I live on a small from in ohio I feel blessed everyday I wake up and hear and see the farm life I now live
Beachcomber
At low ebb Eavesdropping On gentle tide He listens to Soft whispering stories Wash on golden shore Mirrored stone Reflect Tales Scribed In salty ink And Driftwood Nomadic outcasts Of the oceanic steppes Refugees Of the turning t
Once upon a river clear .............
Saddened by the recent pollution by a beautiful crystal clear creek by agricultural exploits ..........
Platoons of Tulips
The symbology of nature on my imagination......
Jacaranda trees at night
The purple petals darken in the gloaming;- In their flowered elegance, belles' dresses, Fall in a slowly darkling Summer night;- To the fecund loamy softness of the earth; Where the purpleness dissolves into the air;- And creatures stir. Sof
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JUST BRAIN STORMING!!!
Mary Jane
This describes how weed is more then just a plant or drug its a gift from nature and for some its the only medication that helps them. Now when I wrote this poem I was medicated (420)
A Day's Outing
Soft whimsical wind rustles the tall trees geese on the wing fly by in formation honking and hooting, what a wretched din glad as the noise fades and peace is returned My journey today to reach the summit a long harduous yet an enchanting cli
TuRninG Green To green
Gods green(nature) Vs Human green(money)...Gods green(nature) Vs Human green(money)...
talking trees
if trees could talk, I would jump up in the air, sit upon it's branches a talking tree I would say, cradled in so many arms you root deep, to the earth's embrace the stories to tell drawing within nature's beauty whistling soul
Cool Waters
tranquillity of water
The Game
It started as a game Between two who were in love Not thinking of the consequences Or what it would conceive of Thinking in the moment Not looking at what’s right ahead Not thinking of the nearby sin Of which they both will dread Playing
Oh Christmas Tree
Devenport foreshore.........
down in the wood
this is the only poem I ever wrote
Hard'ack Spring
Rituals of the New England woods.......
For The Love Of High Places
If you don't think that there is something magical, even spiritual, about mountains, then you need to go visit one!
dusk to dawn
from dusk to dawn, I stay transfixed on natures view. Its a type of awe that gives you thoughts of how amazing it is from dusk to dawn i listen to the birds in the early morning til the afternoon, natures own musical is an opera of instan
A Perfect Day
The sheep are lambing and snowdrops flower spring is in the air and early morning dew is moist in my hair the march hares leap running wild and free the old oak tree stands looking full of glee its young new branches reaching out as if to
WHAT IF I AM A BLACK WOMAN
Black Ebony Queen
Little Bud
A tale of summer love.
COLOURS........
Colours represent to me the seasons, that here in NZ we can almost experience in one day, though snow is confined to the more southern areas....as the north is semi tropical.......and spring, summer and Autumn the seasons we experience most......
AT ONE WITH NATURE....
an unspoilt bay in early morning.......rejuvenating and fresh
39 steps
Along the secluded beach When the tide is out Along the golden yellow sand Up the winding step Hollowed out The rock The rising black stairs The arching black weighted door The key turns Opened squeling hinge The stairs ascend On
Moon Ode
Moon you serenade me nightly casting your beaming silvery rays touching and filling my weary soul with awesome magical perfection Watching you in your various phases crescent sliver you delight and enchant yet too your half sends heartfelt s
Dawn
It's a description of dawn
Water
I saw this actually happen in a documentary shown on TV I ask you all what right have we to do such things? Man has inhabited the earth but a short time. Animals have been here since the dawn of time Kill them off with our stupid senseless way and we kill ourselves. For as much as they can live without us, we can not live without them
Weather
Clouds breeze , wind strong lightning flashing down in forks rain flooding the plain
There are the words that couldn’t be twice said
Anna Akhmatova
show me the flowers
as you spring from your long winter's sleep and pop sprigs from bushed days just show me the flowers when sprouts and shoots rise whitish green in early mornings golden light just show me the flowers since I can hardly remember I see
~Wild Flowers~
Kinda one of those lazy dazy days of summer
Elegy to an Irish Springtime.
Banshees and Faeries are huge figures in Irish folklore. The Banshee is associated with heralding a person's passing to the spirit world.
Snow
Perceptions of winter scenes
ocean in the sky
clouds defying gravity should be one of the lifes mysteries, i think. all clouds are is evaporated water. so technically it's an ocean in the sky.
the cat
sitting on a park bench