Painted Bunting
This was the first poem I ever wrote and I wrote it to make people feel happy when they read it... It's very warming with its colors and u can acctually almost visualize how beautiful the bird really is...
Renascence
A reflection on blossoms and...
A Still Haunted Spring
Feelings I had while driving home today.
Knifetooth
In the age of the Sabretooth (Named Smilodon meaning Knifetooth) It is thought the sabretooth used its stealth to blend in and waited for game as it was not realy all that agile. Its favourite food being bison apparently.
India
a moment spent with you !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! kill me now let not another moment pass - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ....thank you
If you don't
I just want to know the meaning of this poem!!
Falls Of Vash
few versus ive had floating for years finally came together... enjoy feel free to post comments i do read them and i do appreciate them... thanks to all who have read and written comments before... cheers and mwah =P
NEPAL
Wrritten and given to friend to take on their trip to Nepal
Night Owl
Pretty self explanatory, I love the night.
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
Autumn
i wrote this as a child :)
spirit
mediocre older entry...or....me standing up for myself against, what was at the time, a flood of gender assassination. I was and I am now happy and proud, to be me, to be a man, to be an individual.
walk along the beach
THE GENTLE MOTION OF THE RIPLING WAVES THE BACK AND FORTH OF THE TIDE THE PEBBLES ON THE SEA SHORE STACKED IN ROWS THE UNDULATING SAND BENEATH MY FEET BAREFOOT AM I, WALKING ON THE BEACH ALONG THE WATERS EDGE THE GENTLE WATERS ,WASHING, BAT
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
Whispering
Whispering: An autumn night, staring into the bonfire. Lost in thought. Dawn comes.
Eclipse
The moon is like a woman, Ever changing, waxing, waning, Sometimes bright and cheery, Sometimes dark and gloomy, Mysterious, exotic. The sun is male in nature, Fiercely burning, glowing, searing, Sometimes weak and distant, At times too str
Ambleside Park
North Vancouver = just sitting and thinking about the future
A cool summer day
I wrote this along time ago, sitting on the floor in the room. I saw the curtins lightly sway and caught the smell of rain on the breeze. It was evening about 5 pm, and the whole day was hot.
Winter Thaw
Almost seemed like spring but a bit early for that!
essence of water
expressing my thoughts
waking color
Golden sunbeams drape your presence Silver moon storm, no dust settles Purple soul light hides under your covers Green forest paths lead to your gate In a daze my lover stirs Still hearing voices from such distant lands I am hear beside you
October
It's just a poem all about the enigmatic month of October. A few years ago I wrote a poem for every month of the year.
Stars
I like to dream about reaching the stars
decisions
i wrote this poem to help me and others
Moonstone and Malachite
Moonstone and Malachite, Shining, blue and green In the moonlight - Semi-precious, Gifts from the earth Eggs of Gaea, waiting For their birth Eggs of Gaea, hatching Eons, timeless worth. Moonstone and Malachite, Shining, blue and gree
The Feast
Have you ever watched a crescent moon tiptoe cross the sky or sang in haunting harmony with the nightbird as she flies? Have you tasted every color of the rainbow's lofty hues or reveled in the raindrop's kiss? or drank of morning dew? Have y
Appreciation
thoughts of why I never moved back to Germany, but stayed in Canada.
West of Java
Karakatoa is actually North West of Java Not East
The Night's Mare
Broken and ridden not destined to be She is the night's mare born to be free Bridle and saddle never to be worn As wild today as the night she was born Hooves beat upon the lonely plains Wind rushing through her silken mane Moonlight shining g
Bleached Winds
its about the snow to come in DE
~As you Look to Northeast~
Sweet sight tonight so cold an sky lit bright. :)
These Dreams
I was hiking in the Wasatch mountains and it started raining, so I tucked my guitar away in its water-proof case and was just sitting there when the sun broke through a spot in the clouds and made a brilliant rainbow in the falling rain. I thought, hmm, rainshine and sunfall! And there it was! A cute little song born in a moment of whimsy!
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!
Winter in the Air
Impending Winter
Homelessness
Just something i wrote a few years ago about what it must be like to be living on the streets and being over looked by society!
~Lakeside~
Split in half sun over water it crests. Heels of my feet on cedar in full rest. Mug in the hand steamin coffee rests on legs. Mirrored water breakfast ripples of fish that'll bite. Morning mist paints the air over water six feet high. Shore to shore
northwoods serenity
this is a poem about the place i grew up, and some of the experiences i had there.
morning chill
There is something about the morning chill that greets me every morning. there is something about the way it whips my face that refreshes me every morning. A cup of tea, a piece of bread is a good way to start the day. while relaxing
playing in the snow
snowy days winters cold frost bite in my toes cold noses hands are chilled down to my fingers and toes cold am i playing in the snow snow balls we are makeing having fun, snow ball fights in the snow snow men, where making sticks for ar
~Take a Hike ~
Every steps into six inches of Sand. Pullin foot out into next step, hour glass sand trickles tween toes. Fine'LINE RIDGE scribe toe ta heel. Crater'd sand catches bead a sweat. Silo'd shaft pivots walkin stick. Three o'clock sun vapours visioned sig
~Mush~
Face to the wind icicled hair head laden so. Dogs are in mush, lakes a plateau. White stricken wind horizontal flow moccasin's laced to the knee on rail's stood. Five team in tow beards split in two. Trapper's on trail he carved all in team. Cabin's
~night's lit by day~
Marionette's at play till the sun burns the strings of the moon fell away. At times in a day crescent moon sky high sight. Sun chase's it down as earth's in ellipse. Silver cast day eclipse of the sun moon's in the way with shadows at bay. Solar flar