YES, OF COURSE IT HURTS
what to say.. i love it
fare thee well
farewell lady night with the stars twinkleing delight the towns asleep with dreams so deep of what tomorrow may bring. good marrow lord dawn lady night says shes been thinking of you all along.
Burr
A single snowflake drifts to the ground As a Robin sings her melody She wraps her feathered arms around Her fledglings nesting in a tree A rabbit sees the tiny flake As she forages with her brood Soon it will be time to hibernate And no tim
BLISS
BLISS
Troubles Behind (Haiku Challenge)
I love Haiku!!
Brush Fire in Spring
The annual spring ritual of burning of dead grass releasing nutrients in the hillside pastures of home.
FINE
Just done with school and doing much better and going on a small trip and soon to be back here as the new me...
Carnelian Moon
Moons are a favorite spectacular subject to write about.
Moon
It's a description about the moon
Unseen
It's about the world of fugi. The circle of life..
With Final Burst------villanelle
With final burst of golden rays sun sets below the horizon day fades away and here night stays From south gentle warm breeze plays luring forward pretty siren with final burst of golden rays Siren calls hearts are set ablaze and rising up
Blackened Night
Winter rush of raven’s wings whisper dream omens long nights.... Hot wind breath of demons sickly sweet restless dreams, chilly nights worry... Sharp edge dry fears cold in late lamplight frayed
A New Dawn
She calls… A silent whisper of cloud Drifting across the lake… Toward the brilliant trees She calls… A screaming silence Heard by the birds and flowers And the consciousness of slumbers She calls… And we all inner hear The gossamer of h
To A Tree
just another tree poem
in to the light
the light that shines in the darkness
Water, Sun, Clouds
Water Water flowing down babbling, full of joyfulness giving life to all Sun Soul of life are you blazing ball of sparking fire lighting up our world Clouds Gentle clouds drift by casting shadows over all blanking out the sun
The Falcon
A beautiful Brown Buzzard {Ghastly name for a lovely creature} Hunts around my house every evening and I sit and watch her with a glass of wine, On the Terrasse as the sun sets. This is for her but I have used falcon as Brown Buzzard is not very poetic, is it?
Just a few short silly writes...
I wrote these shorts just for fun.
redsky
Yellow glow orbe so bright Fiery tentical Flames of light Hot breath Fires of heat Send forth into the darrknes The heat and light Replenishred It hydrogen gas Fires burn that glows on the dark We look to the night sky That
Single...
Single to hold single to write single to live ,single to type single to eat to sleep to bear to wake up alone with whom to share? Single to breath single to scare single to carry,single to bed And single moment of despair has single echo in th
The New Year's Clearing
In a very traditional approach for New Years Day, I share this Vermont inspired poetry. That is concentrates on the dramatic conflict happening in the natural world. What usually begin with an observation in nature and proceed to the connection to human psychological situation. I usually get an enlightenment from observation, thus nature becomes a central character in my poetry rather than merely a background. Happy New Year !!!
Night Sky
I was daydreaming about when I got home about 3:00 am and the sky started to get totally involved with the Northern Lights. So i took that thought and created this. I hope you enjoy.
The Stallion
as a horse lover and for many years an instuctor with my own stables I felt the need to express myself in this field hope u like the twist
Trickling Down
Water flowing down cascading it goes bouncing over rocks laughing gleefully swirling so fast down the mill trickles through pipes rushing out into a pool flowing onwards sea bound relentless journey from source down to the ocean gatheri
lake
really a calm early morning meditation..
August Promise
The August wind blows past Hot and dusty against the skin It tells of times to come, time to be, time to see The smell of wheat and corn The smell of harvest to be The temperature warming Sun blazing down Soothing and healing o
One More Actor
done under my previous serpico12
Five elements
Water as my blood, which flows through my vein Always running like an endless rain. Earth as my bones, so strong and tough Protecting me from all that’s rough. Air as my breath, so steady and with ease Refreshing like a cold winters breeze. Fi
Leaves falling
Not much else to say... Still painful
ALMOST IMAGINED
This poem was the result of a freak snow storm in my area, that went as suddenly as it came. It was soon after Halloween and seemed so out of place, I thought I imagined it.
Storm GB
Batterd and bruised Wind and rain Rivers flow deep Rivers flow high Enters towns and Villagers you don't care Batterd you blow Your torment no bound From oceans deep Your cyclones rage We call you names Ciara Dennis the menace
A Winters Storm
Distant thunder wakes the night, Goods and devils rise to fight. Clashing steel and lightning’s flash, Warning all, the coming clash. Wicked wind stirs up the trees, Bringing silence to its knees. Rocky shores expect to feed, While sailing shi
Tender White Clouds
I love nature.... without it there is not much else.
determined
this is a blog i did on myspace april 26 2009 funny im looking at other blogs even older than this theme of time passing, me noticing and personal growth... hmph- funny, it always seems when i write it its a now feeling but i guess its a nagging feeling? oh well-
You are...
This is a 7-8 page poem, I just translated a part of it
Life's Sea
done under serpico12
The Journey Of Mankind
saw my brother write this poem, thought I would share it
~~~THE ANIMAL IN US~~~
I would suggest you all to watch the above mentioned movie! and u all will go for a ride to find you inner spy! the spy is the animal residing in you! then sit back and think of all the things tht u do?? then you can associate yourself to one or more animals in you!
Music Abounds (sonnet)
Listen now carefully, what do you hear? sounds abound as you tune in to listen universe of noise fills the stratosphere birds singing, rustling leaves in transition Blades of grass crackle sounding like gun fire the trickle of the brook har
Thoughts at Twilight.
Some philosophical thoughts at the close of day.
Quote !
The poem is a drop of water, he gives the desert the idea of the flower.
Late Summer Morning
Some of the countless objects in my New England meadow as the sun rises.....