A colorful mind
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synesthesia Maybe 1 in 23 perceives the world this way...are you one? I am unable to post poem view as written. Email if you'd like the original and I will send it to you.
Things
This poem is about things just randomly thought of.
Haikus-winter
a mixing of two haikus together and one regular
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
first posting-The Tree
I wrote this thanks to a good friend who sees me for who I have become,not for who I was.
haiku style
Grey painted colour cloud Gliding o er heaven high Raindrops fall again
Summer Storm
just a few lines about a storm we had the other day
Towards the Inside
suns gone down..moon arising A cool spring evening of mental rambling SS xx
life sciences
all the traditions of the past the lace and the rose petals are, if not for you, then who could glean a remembrance of times we never knew...or did, in the low-hung afternoon light I'll tell you what you want to hear after all these years of
the flowered feet
Beyond the window she saw a field of green lie silently the blades of grass cool view within a purple yellow sea Through the field barefoot she trod as tall grass brushed her ankles there that purple yellow quilted scene that was the glimpse
The River
I wrote this shortly after I moved from New Hampshire to West Virginia. I, at the time, lived in a motor home I had. I was staying in a mobile home park that was right next to a river. I listened to that river on a daily basis. I occasionally have moments when I like to ruminate on life and how it affects me, and, in one of those moments, wrote this.
heaven in water
Clouds in the water blue the reflection come see the heavens here on earth clouds are bathing sky is just swimming touching earth
Beyond the Beyond
BMD-Maelstrom, 1994-1995 In the land beyond Argyll Forest Park Scotland and Nijlen-Kessel Railroad. Nowadays also the lyrics of the song 'Beyond the Beyond' by the band ZAAM : https://youtu.be/-FcDJNORUhM
You are...
This is a 7-8 page poem, I just translated a part of it
finer things
squeezing Charmin... definitely filed under "nature"
A HUTT RIVER REFLECTION
A place I used to enjoy walking along when I wanted to meditate and think.
February fly
January fly just doesn't have panache
perspective
a line or chaos vision, whether you step back or put your nose to it they still look the same zoom in or pan away the line is still a line the chaos is still erratic but both are beautiful serene in their own right the vision before the e
My sweet earth
Where have all the good things gone? Including humans.
"The Bursting Sun"
In the Twilights Gaze Shifted unrelentless Wind Dark Clouds of Red and gray Lightning,crash,thunders rash Above the restless sky A sudden twist,an airy mist Waves of rattling rocks Howling whispers of angry thrash Flashes of blinding light
Where do I go from here?
Its just another one of my thought's that I turned into a poem.
Our Retreat
it's just how i feel about the forest.
In Future's Defense
Bold feathers reflecting sunbeams red in flight’s pattern to elude small, winged force of nature protecting generations swoops outsized dives hard into vulnerability unseen but felt dark, small, unrelenting to distract from future’s cr
Life's Little Mysteries
Finding some curious items while gathering some cattle this morning.
I am Invisible
Just something i was feeling at the time.
egocentric dreams
when I grow up I wanna ... mastermind criminals capers sell worthless junk papers and take the elderlies money when I grow up I wanna ... tell everyone I meet lies swampland is a sound buy there's money in the muddy when I grow up I wanna
"Spinning"
The delicate web above my bedroom door Sways everytime,with a soft wind Even a slight blow of my breath can make it dance Every strand a glittery line Sparkling,twinkling An endless strand hooked on my mirror stand A cascade of a beautiful dr
Man & Tree
I often take long walks at night and love seeing the details of the seasons. In winter, it`s the snow on the trees and the way the light plays tricks with my eyes. Or how soft snow can follow a moving car on the road for a long time. I wrote this on the afternoon of 12-28-10 the day after a nice long walk in deep contemplation. My 1st poem in 4-8 weeks.
Astarte
Inspired by Mother Nature's beauty... Turns out the original spelling was correct...
Earth, Wind and Water
Letting the peace of the ocean help find one's center.
seedling of life
from a seedling to a plant from a kitten to a cat life comes in all forms to which has its own function seems life comes in all forms shapes and sizes to suit its enviroment and to suits its needs to help them hunt for food and keep themselv
In My Dreams
As i went to bed i closed my eyes and there in front of me was a tunnel of light like a tourch of beaming light shining so bright it beckond me into the light voices of relatives long since gone beckend me to into the light the voices i hear
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
bowerbird
everyone wants to impress... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bowerbird
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.