Beauty In Nature
Snowing outside
"Departing"
What would you do if you held a piece of heaven in the palm of your hand? Would you pray that it would forever stay in the midst of your grasp and intimate gaze? Why do these tears fall? Is there some sort of affliction of grief upon my heart? If
How I see summer
This explains how i see summer from a prospective of having no vision. I am blind.
Stars
I like to dream about reaching the stars
A Girl Named Spring
I wrote this as an entry to a poetry contest. It didn't win, but it is now part of an official collection and an audio version was made.
SALI VACHEN..
dont know what to say..spontaneous..
Look to the sky
... Right before the rooster begins to crow The lights come out with with intentions to show There's more to the mystery than you know The seed was planted long ago Coming from an unfamiliar height Always in sight and shining bright Look to
Sunflower
With all the problems in the world, it is nice to know there are things that are beautiful things still.
Time's run out
observation on time.
Love
Feeling I might have found my soul mate
Lucy's challenge See Me Now
I tried hope it sounds good and is technical correct.
Calm Crisp Night
Just one of those night and can not sleep, hope the next will be a better one.....
On Life n Death
How would life be in absence of death Without death life entices none Death gives meaning to every life Not all life, though, lives a meaning to death
Breathe Of Fresh Air
flowers smell beautiful
Our Defence
If we could walk in the sky Does it mean we can fly? In the clouds, we keep our head Does it mean we are dead? Our feet on the ground Would this mean we are sound? The games played at our expense This how we make defence
Terra and Luna
Wrote this during the eclipse last night :)
A man's life
It's all about man's life, i just wanna share with peeps because i believe it's nice piece, our life is a bit complicated, twisted but at the same time it can be very simple and easy. So how is yours? mine is easy because i believe life is simple and so i have learnt to take it very lightly.
Poet to Poet- 5-1-14
Poet to Poet- Journal Entry 5-1-14 metaphors screaming/ idioms bleeding/ shatchmo cries/ falling in behind the windows ............. closing drapes and doors ............ opening minds and computer
LIGHTING
The sky dark with cloud,I arise the occasion for to see. I light up the sky with a flash,crack and zit, hitting earth with a whack. I set fire to what I cause,make a ruckus without pause. Fear and awe,short lived,my mark to stain, leaving nothing the
Nature Teach Me Silent Ways
under my previous serpico12
Beneath the Ground
this is about a tree that grew from a pipe. Real tree and it was astonishing. This happen to come to me in five minutes. Still in awe
Loving the Sea
from my old serpico12
Duel Nature Mind
I was told just as many where that a group of angels fell to earth burning themselves and blackening their souls. Us who who did not keep the circle intact. The nature of the sun is to shine brightly and usher in the day. Where as the moo
Flowers
Some are beautiful Some are boring Some are used for romance and some for burials Others symbolize love While different ones symbolize hate Some are more than one color While others are plain and simple Some create friendships While others m
Holding On
Heavy on my heart Like a boat with a hole at the bottom Water seeping in, it’s sinking, Sinking… Captain’s got to go down with the boat But he’s secretly waiting for rescue He’s hiding at the tallest point, Fearful, weary, Breaking do
Spring Time
It is what I see ever spring in th beautfull country that I live in
A Ballard of Pain (The Murray River Australia)
What will happen to our lovely river if we don't start looking after her?
I'd rather have daisies......
No need for a dramatic vase.... A glass milk bottle will do. Not rare or scarce... Scattered wildly....in brilliant disorder alongside boulevards and byways. Accessible to everyone and a perfect fit for the hands of a child, man or woman.
Summer What Have You Done
Wearing flip-flops in the winter which is December what a 60°. The weather is light with a warm wind blowing in the air slapping up next to you with the smell of summer still in its air. The smell in the air is full of us we smell from
At a spring dawn
At dawn, fishing boats in row on the pìnkblue mirror of the sea, Wait along the coast line, While a couple of sea crows skimming water Point at the fish
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
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.
THE HOWLING WOLF
The wolf's howl, carries on the mountain wind, Reaching heights, to the eagles wing, it befriend; The wild eyes roam, he holds a wicked stance upon a rock, The weary hiker feels his heart go ... Knock; The preadator, alert and calm, he stands al
Whisper
Just to whisper......
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>WHAT>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Yes the world turn and turns when you are away....
Life
My own creation
Little Apples will grow Again
Nature. Where the growth formula lends its hand. The internal reflection of the root dynamic expresses itself and shares the mirror image as they blossom. When the acceptance root sprouts itself the mind no longer retreats. The journey seems possible
Insomniac
Another sleepless night spent ruffling sheets & a poet's mind. Eyes swollen like sponges, head pounding from another night of sleep's betrayal. Do emotions fill every poet's mind when the sun sets? Do thoughts scream in every poet
~~ Late Nights ~~
For the ones who can not sleep , are not alone.
Tis Autumn
Pumpkins in the fields Gold among the brown Leaves of rust and scarlet Trembling slowly down Birds that travel southward Lovely time to play Nothing is as pleasant As an autumn day! Gatherers are a'foraging nuts abound they find tempered
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
A drive....
Remembering the peaceful and pleasant moments. In a drive to take real slow, passing time. When you have enough of it to spare..