To fly
A lonely seagull flies the winds Majestic... soaring...gliding wings A single screech sounds from the sky Come fly with me... come here and fly My spirit floats to be a part I feel the beating of its heart My soul, one with this bird of
Springtime Coronation
This poem seems fitting for the occasion.
MORNING BEAUTY
The sky is such a pretty blue,i am surrounded by a slight touch of the morning dew.i feel the fresh crisp air around me,i can hear the birds chirping other beautiful sounds of nature.The flowers that were sleeping and closed have now opened to add m
Maui
Mother Nature can be a cruel thing at times, especially in paradise.
Foul Weather
weather
Nature
I saw a monkey at the brook field zoo. He looked at me as he was swinging from his maple tree. This is liberating it sets my mind free. Swinging from a tree is definitely the life for me. Watch as i play and have fun for all to see as i
~~~~ Fall ~~~~
Well this is fall time and my favorite time of the year, hope all can enjoy it as I sure do.......
real or unreal
its about reality and illusion i wrote it because it seemed important too convey and maybe others have felt this
dropsfallingdownlikewater
Minimalism
Time in motion of the essence of the photo~~
To share what time has to offer for the motion in the picture of romance and open arms.....
Fall
The leaves dance as they fall to the ground dancing and twirling with the sign of life and energy This is the life story of our lives
My favourite flowers
My favourite flowers
Everything and Nothing
This piece is about life,the world,it's people and everyday happenings.I felt lost when i wrote this poem.i like it because i think about some new each time i read it.The meaning of this piece is so deep so much so that it,s like the cover page of an unending story.
Destryer II
its about how man-kind is destroying the planet, and why/how they should look around and see what they're doing to the poor earth.
Firefly
I love those brief early summer nights when fireflies so delight my childlike curiosity.
Reality
I recall a poem in my language, tried to keep the same meaning while doing translation
Canoeing on New Year 's day (2010)
On New year 's Day, lucky, as it was sunny, I went canoeing. Instead of going out, with friends, for lunch, I choose sea-canoeing. The sea is fantastic, never alone, breathing, wind, birds, sea-gulls...no boats, or nosiy jet-skies. I was very happy, sun-bathing,in a warm sunny New Year's day, & dreaming,as if i was an explorer, sailing into the unknown.
Today like every other day.
Just wanted to have it placed on this site,it's about how every day brings her challenges and the reactions we should turn to the things we face in everyday.
Beautiful and Rare
I've always had an affection for the islands.....even though I;ve never been...the poems I write are what I perceive as song lyrics....but being void of any musical ability...they are just words.
WEIRD MARYLAND WINTER WEATHER
I wrote this poem several years ago during February's up and down weather in Maryland.
mountain man
I'm rough hewn Lil you picked me still to your North star I'm the black trace elements fly to fill the sky.. you bring the things I lack I'm running Lil I'm running still.. from the law and from my sound the man who fell can lodge
Sunshine and shadows
Sitting by the rocky edge of the cliff over looking the crashing waves on the beach below. Reflecting thought that occupy my mind.
Birds chirping about?
beautiful day in spring, sitting in the forest
harvest
Farmer sow leave seed season crop rain sun wind wheat sheaves harvest hands machinery workers gather joyful barn full blessed
Colors Floating In The Sky
sunset moonlight i watched.
Lost Hope
Always had problems with hydrangeas - just can't keep them alive!
I am here
I am like the open sea flowing and free I am like the open air free without a care I am like the open ground strong and all around I am like the open fire hot and full of desire I am nature strong and true always here for you
A SIGN OF THE TIMES.
I wonder why, we did not care enough to listen, we’ve been warned of fire and flood. We’ve witnessed starvation, and world depravation, and yet, we still stay smug We’ve knighted Sir Bob, gave a few there a job, and believed it was all we could
Rosebud
First attempt, please be gentle!
Beautiful Day
When you find that lucid thought The thought that reminds of a bright And sunshiny summer morn The thought that can make it all worth while Even though the sky is grey And all you can ask is why Keep it close to your heart Like a treasur
1:21, Leaving for a walk.
I rise, bright darkness giving way. The house feels different without the intrusion of day. I know this hall as an old friend should, night our sweet love song. I pass the clock, slower now, for it knows the night is long. Everything is better he
I am Invisible
Just something i was feeling at the time.
~~~~WALKING PAST THE END~~~~~~
IT IS OKAY TO HIT A DEAD END ZONE IF YOU KEEP ON GOING AND NOT LET YOURSELF DROWN IN YOUR OWN FROWN.....
Forgotten Realms
The stresses of being an adult in colonial society
Linear way?
So we live our lives in a linear way, we are born, we live, we die, nothing more to say? First Spring, wonderful and new, then Summer appears, brings happiness and fears, seems to last so long, but then its gone, and Autumn takes its rightful place
Anonymous Am I
I wrote this poem out of Love for Mother Nature...
An excerpt from a longer piece
I wrote this years ago. It is longer but these are the salient parts.
EXPOSURE
I lift the simple-- a flute the measured air sails through or drum of skin that vibrates beneath my sun dipped hand. I sing the romance of a vibrant heart. Hear far off cries and your living realms my aspirational pulsations. People
Ireland
My wanderer boat, shaked by the winds Brought me to this mysterious island. Like everybody´s dream when you´re castaway, Job, kind people, love maybe... Ireland is the place I dreamed. Ireland is where the hope-green grows. There´s no pla
Raspberries in the lane
This week I discovered some guerilla gardening in an alley near my house, quite a joy...
Daffodils
a poem for the coming spring
Blackness settles
watching out my window it is a tornado warning/watch.