Winter Come
A poem describing the coming of winter.
Storm's End
Descriptive verse of the end of a storm. Nothing personal.
statue on the beach part 2
my armour glinting in the mid day sun cold am i motionless having no fun tetherd in the mid day sun waiting watching having no fun starring at the mid day sun under the sea i will soon lay covered from the mid day sun lapping at my feet the w
End of Summer
In my poem, I felt a bit unhappy, as it is now winter, miss summer, happy memories of love, romance, and sea-activities, like swimming, kayaking and fishing. Birds in the skies, trees, leaves, all describe the arrival of winter, especially, 'icy wind' indicates cold winter. I hope my poem gives some joy, as life reflects summer/winter...like happy days, and unhappy memories, that is life.
RIDDLE ~ poet unknown
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Amazonian Rainforest
Studies have shown, different strains of virus an flu bugs are being released from the rainforest daily as they decimate hectare by hectare. Fyi.
If you don't
I just want to know the meaning of this poem!!
When nature calls
the thoughts that come when lonley
The penguins
penguins made of plastic painted by artist place around liverpool for xmas cheer and to raise money for charitys after xmas
Old man of the sea
I often watch the old Greek men fishing, and was inspired to write this poem, just for them.
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
I close my eyes and dream
I close my eyes and dream and enter a world of peace no one thier to hurt me no one to break my heart no one to empty my soul a place filled only with love my heart to never miss a beat my soul forever happy a place I want never to leave onl
A wolfs words
Under the moon, sitting on a rock I call to my pack to flock We will protect each other without the help of any other We live of the land and have never needed a hand until the day humans came and made us their game the land we call home
I gaze across the lakes
I gaze across the lakes and look at all the land I feel free and happy when I am down at the lakes I find somewhere to lie down and close my eyes I Listen to the sounds of nature all around I hear the sounds of the waters movements I hear the s
Its winter time
The approach of winter the cold the rain we long for summer to come to brighten are day
Appreciation
thoughts of why I never moved back to Germany, but stayed in Canada.
Wonders of the sea
i took this out of my memory down in co.clare around kilkee i hope when you have read this next time you come by the sea to stop and watch everything what goes on and take it all in
~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
rocky mountains
standing on top makes me feel real high looking down from the sky were lack of life seems to be were the air is thin and hard to breathe places like these seem alien to me a place so strange to me not a animal in sight nor a bird in f
Winter in the Air
Impending Winter
Am a celebrity get me out of here
In the jungle they came by foot, by hellicopter and by parachute sitting around the camp fire they sit 12 contestents there in the jungle they sit Viewers watching there every move Rats and insects and snakes lying around Who will win ,will it
Reaching for the Light
From birth, reach for the light.
Amanda the panda
Amanda the panda sits in her cage Paceing up and down is all she can do Her once shiny fir coat now matterd and black Her life luster gone hidden from view Tired and worn she sits with no view People come and stir she hides from their glare
~ wHEN wINTER bLANKETS ~
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"LIVE"
Enjoy the sun, enjoy the flowers Enjoy each day you've got You never know when the day may come When you find that you have not Live each day to it's fullest Live each day like it's your last So you'll have no regrets When the time comes for
~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
~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
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.
LETS VISIT THE ZOO
Its holiday time what shall we do I KNOW LETS VISIT THE ZOO pay are money and walk inside WHAT SHALL WE SEE FIRST A CRY RINGS OUT THE TIGERS FIRST, SHOUTS OUT A CRY OH WHAT FEROUSUS BEAST THEY CRY NOW THE MONKEYS, OH WHAT FUN BOUNCEING ARO
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
~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
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!
Winter Thaw
Almost seemed like spring but a bit early for that!
~As you Look to Northeast~
Sweet sight tonight so cold an sky lit bright. :)
Whispering
Whispering: An autumn night, staring into the bonfire. Lost in thought. Dawn comes.
Inspire
earthy
Random Options
I am not trying to emulate Bob Dylan, but I do have respect for him, think more automatic writing.
Bottle Service
instant and awkward the word just spurt
my trek of the day
this poem described my trek today
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!