Tollway: [West] Points Home
Rake the sky Colorful Strands Caress Inside Clouds Memories Drift by A painted Bob Ross Lullaby
Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow!
I love to watch the snow flakes from my dinning room picture window! The Magical snow touches deeply within my soul of God's grandeur!
afternoon hues
soaking in the afternoon with a very special person........
Winter Treasures
I wrote this poem two years ago in December. Sorry for the possible mistakes, I'm Polish and English is my second language. Enjoy!
ray of light
Lone some days and lonely nights.
Beware the Woman Cook!
When I wrote this poem I was hungry! Lol
Icicles
Reminiscing through frosty windows and dangling icicles such that sometimes I am feeling rather blue to be confined inside my house on many such stormy winter days.
A Winters' Sunrise
Out one early mid-winter morning I strolled across the scenes above, for truly silent becomes the night when a new day and a new year is being born. I'm making references when ice forms is has colors, usually blues and yellows, and the reason is that forms contains divalent atoms of copper(blue) and iron(yellow); thus considering the source of ground springs that will form ice cover over stones which I'm calling glass is actually ice. And the owl, oh well, he was just there watching everything and telling me what was going on. :)
February Frost.
Protecting the precious things we hold close
YES, OF COURSE IT HURTS
what to say.. i love it
crystal wish..........
the energy in this forest is amazing ..........the forest an the spring are absolutely astounding......i am totally overwhelmed by the natural beauty of this place ..........a place to collect thoughts ......dream an wish ........
After The Rain
The ground lies damp Beneath the overcast sky of empathy My eyes discover the relaxed view Nature is quiet and blessed with serenity Mustang 66 sound of tires grip the road Destination is just to a little store Where one can buy Apples of re
Whitianga Dawn
waking up to the sounds of the ocean right across the road as dawn exposes the beauty of Whitianga..........a very special place a very special time
Layed Out
Looking out the window I see the beautiful country that is in front of me. Laid out across this scene I see different for all to see of greenery rising up from the ground to the sky as if to meet and say hello. A little brown thrown in
Fire And Rain
This story I wrote is about natural forces and how they can turn against us if we are unprepared to meet their challenge. Please prepare yourself for..."Fire And Rain" (Written 12 January 2013)(Editor: Marikia)
A Winter's Thaw
A reflective poem sharing some introspective thoughts and feelings about winter life when after many frozen days comes a little January thaw which 'more' than serves to refresh a winter-weary soul. :)))
The old Oak
I sat on my swing early this morning of late night, feeling the wind lift my hair, caress my face, whisper in my ear. Watching the upper most branches of an old oak tree swaying in the blue moonlight. A sturdy oak tree, thick of trunk,
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
The Moon Will Cry
An expose on pollution. I hope it shames all those whom disregard our fragile planet into some action.
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
shah Abdul latif bhatai(greates poet of the world)
He says. Read only work ''A'' leave other works! clean ur hearts.. how much u will read papers. meaning;A.means first (God)
The Wanderer...
Floating down a river The sun warming my skin, The wind going through my hair, The water lapping over my bare feet and arms, Whispering ever so softly, "Come, unite with me! " Watching the sun set, Its warmth embracing me, The afternoon air
The Seas shanty...
The smoky breath of Poseidon, Billowing over wintered wings. Gracefully touched by ice maidens, Silent thoughts magically sing. The mother's crystalline wine, Flows over verdant isles. Glimmering like an ancient shrine, A mirror expanding en
The Fleeting Wind!
Tis written in the wind, Softly in one ears! Do you hear it? Life's enchanting music.
One Winter Night
These cold, colorless New England winter nights sedate such solemn feelings.
The Coming of Spring
Spring is just around the bend. Look at how all the stars have shifted in the night sky!
kicking back
Sitting on my porch having a beer In the distance the waves I hear This spot I have found Is rare and I have been around Ive travelled afar but nothing compares at hand To the peace and beauty Ive found the good land Its a magical place
Foul Weather
weather
Canvas of Color
The ground is filled with colors as if the leaves were flowers decorating it with different colors to show the beauty it poseeses. Can you pick out what makes you feel warmth from this scene. Letting us know it is mother's way of bla
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.
Upon the mountain
a word of advise to u on whatever deeds you r doing right now either bad or good,you shall reap it.
Let the Planet Fly
My hope for the future, that when we reach the crunch point, we as humanity will make the choice to grow in soul and wisdom, instead of mind and comfort. A hope that we will learn to grow with the planet, be one with life, rather then try to fit shifting insubstantial social status's.
When Nothingness Matters
This sonnet is written as a sublime portals of slightly warmer runoff water enters a slowly swollen stream just beginning to rise with the coming of the first warm rains of spring over a land still frozen in winter time.
Poetic justice
Facts
Gorgess.........
a jewel in a desert of sugarcane...........
Life journey
First breathe, the begining of death, As the world turns, everyday a child is born.. Survival becomes a journey sometimes slow and steady sometime rough and messy torture awaits little effort, in the world of fantasy some seek comfor
Our Souls Renewed Once More
just my way of saying thank you to my loving husband for taking the time to show me a very beautiful part of Queensland... I'm forever grateful!
shadow of a nightingale
Who hears the sweetest sound, a secret tune when no ones around. The crickets chirping lullaby, or the wind through the willows and it's comforting sigh. The deep blue shades bring the melodies of night, that dance in the dusk, and shy from th
Snowdrop Valley....
Dreaming of the snowdrop valley....
Its Nothin'.
I do believe that the song is self explanatory I wrote it in about 20 minutes.
Life
Like sand; through a hand It scatters on the wind. Like leaves; Floating down the fall will end. The swirling, spinning, ride can fill you up inside. Can't make it last, love it now before it's past. Try to take control, and it cuts like a
Into the mist
Awake at dawn to the cold feel of the valley air My swag wet from the night dew The sun not yet above the mountain ranges The faint smell of the ocean lingers I stand and with wet feet and admire her perfect form Picking up my beauty with my