Only flowers drink snow I cant keep snow flakes- my tongue is too warm.
I gather them in my hair- they stick then melt like poems.
Battenburg lace, iced and small- a thousand veils more than seven.
I pack them in spheres; toss them into barren trees, slicked with ice.
Only spring blooms can keep snow- drink whats melted with long, thirsty lips.
by Christine Elaine Lennon
Pacific Highway I have found comfort in the simplest matter of energy along the small path that treads in between the road lined with green trees, that are bare appearing as brown cloths a thicket of shrubs dance wild among themselves as I look out and embrace the delicate touch of the afternoon.
by Larry Hernandez
Dreamshore i think i thought of you in the dusty-bleak and blacky night but, like footprints on the sands of soft and silty seashore the memory swept away in the backwash of the outrushing tides of sleep dispersed into the endlessoceanic fathoms but when i awoke, a smile on my lips a warmth procured in my heart and i think id dreamt of you
by Bryan Clark Burch
Winter Ships A fleet of ragged clouds, sailing across the sky; no admiral ever commanded a squadron so sublime -- no metaphor can capture it, no figure of speech describe the scene which Ive just witnessed, to see it in your own mind.
by Charles Griffith
Loneliness The hollow clack Of a kicked tin can The echo of its journey Down an empty-pitch-black alley.
by Jerry P. Quinn
Hunger Hunger, like rain on a sweltering day, in form of gentle drops, itself precipitates; then intensifies to stay.
Relentlessly it pounds me, falling furious and fast. Sated, I sense its slow to pitter pat, an interminable summer storms mere lapse.
by Andrea Dietrich
Butterflies For those who have lost a loved one...
Let thy sorrows pass Unto the capable wings Of these butterflies.
by Erica Westcott
Appreciating some Jewelry She stopped there, not more than a moment yet, four pans of muffins baked in that one instant. It was all blueberries & sweet, just like the sapphires in the display.
by Andrea Forbing-Maglione
Poetic Voice A special dispensation and gift Able to warm the coldest heart or to inspire a gentle laugh those kind words in a poetic voice
by Andra Jones
the august stars the august stars fall from the sky to burn into the sea; waves crashing endlessly in an incessant roar. do the meteors know their swansong is a plume of fire?
by Thompson T. Terry Jr.
Artist Their inner selves, stretched canvasses On that frameless frame, the world. They being painted by life itself, With reality as the brush. The painting ever evolving, The frame continually changing, Their beingness as gleaned meanings For all to share; seen through, If they were there.
by James Nordlund
The Soldier Look into my world: Where the pages of time turn rules into freedom... Where the sacrifices of one benefit many... And the loss of many may help just one...
Step into my shoes: Anyone who thinks they can do better or do more... Everyone who wants to do more but thinks they cant... And those who turn away will never understand...
Walk the path with me: Where there is no mission stronger than selfless service... No words more meaningful than loyalty, duty, and respect... Nothing more powerful than honor, integrity, and personal courage...
by Lynne C. Fadden
chain of poverty societies playground is filled with victims sworn to the emptiness of the almighty dollar. eternally crippled by their riches. martyrs that have never loved anything but their bank accounts. i hope to never be so rich that I end up a link in their chain of poverty.
by Terri Anthony
An Eight-Legged House Guest In my bed in the absence of light, I was awakened in the middle of the night. Under my covers something did creep Up my leg that made me leap Out of my bed ever so quick. Turned on the light with a click. On the cover was something red A large spider was on my bed. Nickel-size or maybe larger was he. From autumns coldness he tried to flee. Kill the arachnid most would do, But I didnt feel I needed to. Quickly I ran and got a cup. Then with the cup I snatched him up. I went outdoors and set him free, Where creepy crawlers have a right to be.
by Stacy Smith
Waltz of the Wildflowers Softly plays the breeze across stems Petals dance in ecstasy at its caress Nodding heads bow to each other In perfectly choreographed unison As natures ballroom hosts The waltz of the wildflowers
by Andrea Da Costa
Snow Wind choreographed snowflakes As they danced and swirled Falling gently to the ground Crocheting a blanket of glistening pearl.
by Jeanne Hyland Johnson
White Butterfly Beyond the blue window pane lies a vibrant emerald canvas brushed with shades of summer. Here white butterflies dart about weightless in the wind among buttercups and bluebells in a halo of golden glow. Here sometimes blackbirds die, and migrating swallows cry. Its the land of white butterflies.
by Asif Ahmed
Copper Turned to Blue Walking in the park I came across a hero Perched atop his marble horse His copper turned to blue
And though I read his name I knew not much about him Save for those who loved him It mattered not the hue
by Eugene Terry Tatum
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