Through the narrow space between the leaves, / A tiny yellow butterfly can be seen / Dancing, flowing here and there casually / In the fores…
this was something i wrote in a park, a couple of months ago.
Another of my top favourites. I just scribbled this down one day, but only when I came back to it months later did I realize just how tru…
Another of my top favourites. I just scribbled this down one day, but only when I came back to it months later did I realize just how true it is for me. Please do not print or repost this poem anywhere without my permission. This poem is from my book, Heaven’s Champagne. / Order from Amazon.com This poem is registered at the Canadian Intellectual Property Office as part of Heaven’s Champagne.
I watch the tree fiercely sway in the shadows of the night / I hear its rustling leaves brushing each other / I step closer to feel the win…
Long years ago / you were born, / From a seed / Deep in the ground. / / You grew and stretched. / Your head rose / Above the others, / Until yo…
Inspired by Simon Gladwin’s Twisted Sister / / © photogenique (dave peddie): using this writing for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action. / / please visit Warren Willams and check out his art / / / /
Some trial come into our live like a hurricane that up roots trees /
The Wind is He, The Tree is She… / What a moving sight to behold. / To see them dance in reckless abandon… / As though this is all that…
Just sitting out on the river, watching the wind dance with a tree…so romantic :O) / I need a hobby huh?...lol
The trees spoke to me again…..
This was the poetry that I wrote about an historical wind storm that decimated my small town. I used it as a prologue for some grant applications for a public art project related to the storm. I got both grants.
saw His Love, He endured the pain. / I look at the forest, from there came the tree / I saw a dark grey sky, I saw His “tree”
Inspired by Papadad’s “What do you see”
God speaks to us all he say’s See the children playing and laughing in the field see the smiles on there faces.feel how it makes you …
i was up last night couldent sleep 1 am i got out of my bed with words in my head i feel these are words from God. God was speaking threw me and wanted me to share this with you all henc the name God speaks
Branches bend and flex…bark exposed, naked, bashfully unashamed, revealing her secrets to the Universe.. ..
gray is the day / icey barren fingers / ache to touch the sun / shadows quiver / from work undone / breathless winds hover / reticent to blow ...
The soothing wind / Of August twilight / Caresses our skin / Licks our wounds / Dances upon us / As we roam in bliss / Smile / Rejoice / Revel
A classic haiku. / The first line came to me on a beautiful, warm spring day as the breeze fluttered through my open window. I wanted to make it into a poem, but I couldn’t get past the third line. / Then I read a story (required reading for my American Lit class, lol) where the main character’s mother wrote haiku for a Japanese-American newspaper. And I remembered: haikus are only 3 lines, and were 5, 7, 5. I counted the syllables in the lines I had. It was perfect. I usually prefer to write unorthodox things in an orthodox fashion, but this one fits into the category of “haiku” perfectly. The syllables are all correct, and it’s about weather. lol
the wind cradled me / like a child in its mother’s womb / there was a bright light / and i was guided by the moon / the stars giggled / as th…
Have you ever looked at a tree? / Not just look at it, but really look, / Watching the leaves as they flow and flutter / Gently in the breeze.
I was talking to myself on a particularly breezy day watching the leaves of a tree, then told myself a story.
As she lifts her head, / to bow again, / she whispers love, / that morbid thing,
As I lay on the hospital bed today after my surgery, I glanced out the window and saw this tree by it’s lonesome just swaying with the wind and it inspired me to write this… / hope yous like this.
Every gentle breeze that brushes your cheek… / Every Songbird’s beautiful melody…
I have written short verse for many years for greeting cards, calendars and gift books. This has been a favorite for many people. We all need love.
The tree was like the village down the valley, it had not always been as it was now.
The simple story of a little tree. It is dedicated to Anais
Such busy, useless thoughts continue. Sometimes I still worry at full throttle.
Moon and Mist / Forest of Trees / Path is Bright / Can you Find Me? In the Light I am Weary / But Very Strong / In Heart and Soul / I will F…
wrote this too go with my painting called Mystic Path.
You kiss me / Only softly / This is when we’re at our best.
Something from long ago…
Silver moonbeams fall / Lighting the way through the dark / To walk quietly / Holding all strength deep inside / See your lifelong dreams unf…
I write this for all dreamers and fellow travellers of the long and winding road, the manifesters of their own wonderful reality. Believe. Inspired by the beautiful Beatles song “The Long & Winding Road” ....... here
We sing of Life in all it’s cyclic glory,Unity, Community, Harmony, and Wisdom of days long passed…
Each Who Sings Now? poem I have written is inspired by a Teacher found in Nature; a tree, star, animal, stone, etc. from which we can learn so many priceless lessons… if we only take the time to listen. Many people enjoy trying to guess which Teacher inspired the poem before going on to read about them in detail. Can you guess who is singing?
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