Come and visit me in a dream,
And tell me how you are,
Are you floating on a cloud?
Have you found the brightest star?
I know you're with us somewhere,
Even though you can't be seen,
Painting the bluest sky,
Or among the grass so green.
As I'm wandering through the park,
Looking up at the trees,
Daydreaming of the joy you brought,
Will you visit me please?
Just send me a little sign,
White feathers on the breeze,
To let me know you're happy, free
And put my mind at ease.
Or ask a passing stranger,
With twinkling brown eyes,
A cheeky smile, and baldy head,
To nod as he passes by.
Or maybe play a special song,
Loud, on my radio,
That could have been written just for you,
About all the love we've known.
Come visit me in a dream,
And tell me how you are,
I know you're there, a floating cloud,
And one of the brightest stars.
Copyright © Sarah Judd | Year Posted 2011
I Watched A Man, Named, ‘ Rain ‘
Pounding Across The Plains
Running with Cascading Joy
Like a Wet, Happy, Little Boy …
I Found A Man, Named, ‘ Fire ‘
Blaze in Life, A Lightning Desire
His Bold Passion – Consuming Power
Sent Smoke Signals, to My Tower
I Observed A Man, Named, ‘ Ice ‘
Tho’ Frost-Natured, He Did Entice
‘ … Come Hold Me, if You Dare …
And Find Out, if Cold-Can-Care …’
… I Beheld A Man, Named, ‘ Breeze ‘
And Begged Him, ‘Touch Me Please …
Gentle, like a Lover’s Kiss
Whisper to Me, Things I Wished…’
… and Sitting Content, on This Hillside
Listen Now… as I Confide …
‘ Rain and Fire … Ice and Breeze ’
Don’t You Know … You Are All Of These . . .
Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2009
the swans glided gracefully
making circles on the pond
the sun's luminous glow
a mirror reflection of their souls.
her heart skipped a beat
as her lips parted to smile
his arms wrapped her tightly
tender fingers graced her cheek.
he gently caressed the softness of her hair
his touch, a warmth she always adored
she clasped his hand in hers with care
the feeling electric; the way it had begun.
her hand stroked his lovingly
she beamed with pride from within
slowly she turned to gaze into his eyes
he was her heart, her joy, the love of her life.
he tucked her hair behind her ear
cupped her face in his hands
as he deeply & passionately
kissed her rosy, full lips.
they soaked in the moment
of love's words through touch
feeling the beautiful essence
they had created with love.
with nature as their witness
guarding their precious moment
they honoured their day
their anniversay; the way it had begun.
Copyright © Lynn Marie | Year Posted 2006
Jasmines are flowers of paradise...
an absolute work of God...
sense of the splendid inheritance...
omniscience of God to his servants...
nutrient for the pure of heart.
Nobody can be absolutely...
album, which sets no time...
The love for resemblance does warm the soul...
harmonic songs echo in the life of love audible noise...
actors are like living shadows...
nugget, voice and feelings of those who want to hear...
igneous flame that all travel...
exercise for the imagination of those who observe...
living is not for everyone - only the strong survive.
Birthdays are acts that comprise only a single contemplation...
equivalent to the jasmine garden of the Lord...
host for the coming...
real, for those who know how to love.
Copyright © Max Diniz Cruzeiro | Year Posted 2011
She was a devoted ole gal always at her best
so many days I cried hanging off her chest
down to the lake in the hot summertime
we would cool her off and swing on a vine
Every morning at five am here came Belle, now my friend
and again at six pm there Belle was ready to work again
years passed and Belle became a part of our family
we worked, we played, and we milked twice a day
Half my life she was one of my dear friends
I greeted her in summer with warm sun burnt skin
and in winter I spent my time warming them
when Belle died I can't say things were ever the same again
Belle had become more than a cow in a pen, who gave us milk
she became a babysitter, a circus act, part of the swim team, for the neighborhood
but most of all Belle had become a lonely teen's dear friend
Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter | Year Posted 2012
Together we sway
to the rhythm. Coconuts
squash the romance quick.
Copyright © Arnisha Paxman | Year Posted 2012
... stint of adventure,
all in six sequential dream.
Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013
*OHIO* O O OHIO *OHIO*
H H H H ! H H
I I I---- I ! I I
*OHIO* O O OHIO *OHIO*
Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2012
Again a small poem guys dedicated to my Darling hubby..
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare
Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby
Twilighting glow of the sky..
Wanna fly so high..
Sparkling amidst the million stars..
chosen the crazy pal and so life is excellently par..
As like the blossom were kissed by soft rain..
Your arrival in life diminished all my pains..
God has entwined me..with my emarald diamonite gem..
Enlightening new vistas in life as like your next aim..
At an astounding pace time flew..
But When i didn‘t see you..I feel like..Life is been dew..
Your divine presence in life rejuvenates me..
Every tick of my heartbeat resonating wit your‘s or whatever it will be..
Your innumerable naughtiness made me silly..
But yep, your beautifying nature had an fragrance in life like lilly..
As like snow crested the nestled mountains..
You cuddled my persona..like a sip of fountains..
Being With you, Life is euphorically elated..
Full of high spirit and delighted..
Thanks for being accompanying me my theist..
Your admirer with lots n lots of Love:
Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013
Can I catch you
Can you stay?
Forests at wood
There we play
A gentle hand
That fixed the dress
Brushing tears back
I can not bare
The oaken wave
Can I save
I miss your hair
And what it covered
More than a mind
God knows I loved her
The ghost I knew
She rests away
I can not catch you
You can not stay.
Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013
Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near
inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954
Copyright © chriss todd | Year Posted 2013
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2010
Rolling pastures of green meadows rise to greet the horizon meeting a deep blue sky,
Beautiful old Perennial Clovers fill the glades and valleys with sweetness and beauty,
Yellow Goat’s Beard, Dog Daisies with Chervil, shelter under hedgerows and Oak trees,
A Yellow Rattle and the Lotus meet the Quake-grass and have done since I was a boy.
As I get older and become friends of Fescues, the Rough Cocks foot is still my dream,
And warm days of June are brilliant and beautiful the nights very calm soft and warm,
Where moonbeams and the evening stars twinkle in soft silver the background a blue hue,
Trees silhouetted against the starry night sky like a painting on canvas immortalized.
What could match the clear beauty of a June sky as bird’s soar across turquoise day,
Wild oats and Darnell's by waysides, Red Pensile panicles in the light winds that blow,
Each a friend with the Fox tail and Timothy they all sway in the same breeze dancing,
Wrapped in light air-grass and the Purple Burnett all are loved in a summer’s meadow.
The corn grows tall in the golden sea it has waves when the wind strokes the stems,
Walk in a dreamland of wonder over fields and along the footpaths since time began,
The rye as tall as your head and the wheat beginnings to shoot away from the husks,
Then the wild flowers among these crops are a beauty on a wonderful sun shiny day.
Copyright © Terry Trainor | Year Posted 2012
Tonight, the full moon blooms
And foils the looming gloom.
The remnant doom from noon
Has lost it's bullish tune.
And embraces dusk's eerie cool.
The village square it illuminates
Arena of moonlight tales of late
The little ones gather and wait
While the elderly engage in debates
And the goats noisily ruminates
The bright night, lights sparks
Of bliss and joy in trees' barks
The tall iroko whistle in parks
Where young lovers end their tracks
And skimpy skirts lose their tacks
The son of perdition frets unsure
The thief in the night fears exposure
The pirate sailor steers from ashore
The night fisherman denied action
For the kind light bathes the ocean
Tonight, the full moon beams proud
As the town crier makes his round
Belting forth a piercing sound.
While the town's chorus echoes loud
The stage is set for the yearning crowd
Copyright © Kolapo Olapoju | Year Posted 2012
A short autumn's day
Brings forth the long autumn night
A horrible sight
Copyright © Jarrod Denney | Year Posted 2012
Come walk in my garden aren't I a pleasure to see
The weeds are all pulled they were choking me
I have a new fountain of flowing jugs
Powered by the sun need itshugs.
Colours galore in this garden of mine
Also herbs, coriander, parsley and thyme
Have a spectacular clock to grace my quiet place
Where a sit on the glider chair carries you to peace
If you know of anyone whose in need of peace
Bring them to my garden cos I am that place
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2013
Wild flower bouquets
Handpicked, wrapped with blades of grass
Placed in her clay jars
Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2007
in my ruined backyard
overrun by shoots
catches my sleeve
Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2012
The drops of rain brushed my eyes,
Breeze blowing in my face long,
Instilled a freshness in my heart,
With nothing but love all along.
The moistened drop touched my skin,
As it dwelled itself within me,
Amounted an emotion of freedom,
And reflected my soul upon thee.
The thunder wave across the sky,
Creating scenic beauty to be seen,
Fulfilling the desire of light in life,
To filter the darkness where it has been.
The sound of birds and insects,
Nature singing pleasingly,
Peace to the ears and the soul,
Aspiring me to be free.
Rustling of leaves from the tree's,
Adding the effect to nature's soundtrack,
From the water drippings to the air's whoossh!
No one can save me from this wonderful attack.
And then i see a distant image,
An image of a lady old,
Blur! Why can't i see properly?
May be my eyes are sore!
What was i wondering? What just happened?
I asked myself confused!
I can't hear, i cant see well!
I am in eighties and i am old!
What was i feeling? What was it?
I wondered again in tears!
With the lady stepping out from the blue,
Wiping all my fears!
She talked to me but i couldn't hear!
I could just read her lips!
'' It was this moment, you proposed me 50 years back!''
'' and we begun our journey and joined our tracks! ''
She smiled at me and hugged me warm,
All in my head were the thoughts that swarm,
It was the place and time, i reckoned,
All the way before all this happened,
The gist of nature and her loving face,
This moment in her eyes i could just gaze,
The feeling of love and nature together,
The true harmony Co-existing forever,
Copyright © Suraj Grover | Year Posted 2014
As rain drops never fails to touch the land
As waves never fails to overcome the sand
As birds never fails to reach highland
I'll never fail to love you till the end
Copyright © Sharon Priya Ramachandran | Year Posted 2012
Baby lets take that drive today.
Its the right time to get away.
Lets go to that same old spot
that we both know so well.
Its there. The sun
is always warm and nice.
And the river runs so cool,
always flowing thru our minds.
Love is in the air tonight.
This time, this time that we share.
Being here, being here without a care.
Love is in the air tonight.
When we're here we feel free.
So plentiful, just you and me.
We know its here for sure.
We'll make love all thru the night.
Love is in the air tonight.
Holding hands below the stars.
Below the stars, we begin to dance.
And we'll dance all thru the night.
Love is in the air tonight.
We'll sleep all day,
just to wake all night.
To wake and love and dance.
Under stars again,
love in the air to share.
Another night again,
always hand and hand.
Love is in the air tonight.
Copyright © Ronda Aldridge | Year Posted 2011
Its your Halloween rave, having your mascaraed
With all your best friends from back in the day
Liz Lauren and Blake and while they're dressed like skanks
I'm on the front line of battle
Howlin like jackle with A real nasty cackle
puttin a razor blade in the sack of Blake's apples
crack in Lauren's snapple
Staddle Liz like mclovin
But I am more like faghole As I babble at her ass
Axe her fast and mash her up like cattle
Sneak back and tackle your dad and put him in shackles
Shove sour patch kids Down your trap and gaggle
Its abominable, so unbelievable
But its inevitable, the end is kissable
I have rattled these kids psyches
squirming like a centipede, cutting them like celery
hear their squeamish screams echo in the streets
as the creepy bells of the chapel ring
I remain a mystery
You'll need nancy drew, and at least 3 of the hardee boys to find what I'm up to
Theres this gloom that looms down in your basement room
Consuming shrooms, enhaling fumes to escape your doom
Witches zoomin by on their brooms makin sonic booms
Quick call scooby doo, but I killed him too
You heard a loud pound cause I cut the fuse so you
Run away to a motel room, assuming your safe
And As you look the other way,
I got my fangs in your veins and stranglin your neck
Too bad you didn't text your friends to tell them who is next
Hmm let me think for a sec. As Hex your boy rex
with an incessant twitch, till he is dead in a ditch
Hang him from bunny man bridge
Yo dude turn the lights on
But there's no flip to switch , I have flipped the script
Its bewitched with no miss to kiss
Exorcist with no priest to dismiss the spirit
So the town clock strikes half past 3
There's one last gas before i must sleep
Or i will crash fast if the light touches me
Put on the mask jack, just like the sixth scream
I need to grasp havoc, till i hear shrills and shrieks
Please back rabbit, these chills aint for teens
As I stick a cherry bomb in your moms exhaust pipe
Run up on you with nine a knife, and the head of your wife
Its useless I'm the nuisance that's abusive yet conducive
To your fear that I am near So close I could whisper in your ear
Smell the shampoo in your hair Wipe the floor with your tears
And as you look up in the mirror
I'm there ready to smear your blood all over the chair
as I stab you with my spear I crush a coors beer then
Leave you re crops there dead, red spread on the floor
But I hear a knock on the door
Are you okay honey? "Yes mommy, just got a cold sore"
Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2012
We are in a continuous state of becoming
with our environment
I am becoming that tree
just as that tree is becoming me
It took in the carbon dioxide that I exhaled
which became part of it
and through photosynthesis converted it to oxygen
which I inhaled becoming part of me
I am the tree and the tree is me
I am becoming that insect, that bird, that animal
and other persons
I breathe in the air they gave up
Air that was part of them is now part of me
just as the air I exhaled is now part of them
Earth is becoming me and I am becoming earth
It becomes me through the food I eat
which comes from the earth
directly or indirectly
and I become the earth through matter
that leaves my body
waste and otherwise
which returns to the earth
to become the earth
Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013
On stems of leaves and thorns
Slowly unlocks its beauty in
Copyright © Barbara Washington | Year Posted 2008
World Naked Gardening Day
What’s this world coming to
I read it just today
They’re promoting naked gardening
On the 14th day of May
It started back in 05
But has spread around the world
It’s all about the great outdoors
And doing it unfurled
It celebrates the weeding
Planting flowers in the buff
And trimming more than hedges
As if that’s not enough
It’s soaking up the sunshine
Big doses of vitamin D
And trimming trees and bushes
For everyone to see
It’s best to warn your neighbors
Or to work behind a fence
It’s not for the faint-hearted
But for those with confidence
But take it slow and steady
Don’t get in a big rush
Be sure to use some sunscreen
Or your cheeks will surely blush
If you’re handling a tool
Be careful of its edge
If your neighbor also gardens
Don’t linger near her hedge
Beware of poison ivy
Watch out for poison oak
Be careful what you pull on
Be careful what you poke
Come on – join the movement
The sun will do you good
You can beautify your own yard
Or your whole neighborhood
So now you know the story
I’ve laid the gauntlet down
It started in Seattle
You can bring it to your town
And all your friends and neighbors
Will stop – and then who knows
Maybe they will join you
(Be wary then of those!)
Copyright © mike dailey | Year Posted 2012
Today the planets align,
Blessing from the celestial divine.
My love is now thine,
Our romance coincides a cosmic sign.
For as long as the stars shine,
You will always be mine.
Copyright © Marissa Faries | Year Posted 2012
St David our patron and wearer of daffies
Lynched by the English who named us all Taffies
With our fellow Celts, they feared we would stand
and repel Anglo-Saxons from all British land
But spring-time did come, along with a truce
The trumpets of yellow announcing the news
A change in the seasons, a break in the rain
The daffodils dance in the warm breeze again
*Happy St Davids day for March 1st
Dydd Gwyl Dewi I pawb yn Cymru ar Mawrth 1af*
For Francines Daffodil contest
29th Feb 2012
Copyright © Jodie Williams | Year Posted 2012
Sublime winter wind
dripping icicles on the bench-
where we first met-
our first treasured kiss,
subtle and sweet-
just like the lake's frozen serenity
and the blue jay's soft hum
reminding us of our youth-
But even the bark now has faded
and our smiles eventually frown,
the haunted branches remind us only of what happened.
Even the blue jay now remains perked upon the crooked branch,
clinging for his life while the others flew south a long time ago.
Winter's kiss was now a curse-
And this curse is my every day,
you're presence vanished,
leaving me in the cold,
on this half-frozen bench,
where the tree's roots reach
and the swans once danced-
heaven's clouds burden my torn soul
yet through all the misery,
all the memories we created,
I come here now to visit
I come here to feel you're comfort
they say your duties remain where you felt most at home
and with you it's haunting
Copyright © Sarah Casey | Year Posted 2011
mild weather ahead
so says the news report
except for the wind
that frozen voice from the north
button up then till april
conjure now green vision
how happy those spring sounds
tulips thrusting up
refreshing smell of spring rain
just a winter’s nap away
Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2012
The sounds of nature
As I walk ever so softly, on the brightly fallen snow, I hold my breath to feel the suns glow, I look up to see an eagle soaring through the cloud draped sky, Oh how I wish I could soar through the sky so free, how peaceful that would be.
The sun is lowering behind a bare tree so brightly, I love the glow, it shows God's light, to be in the midst of Nature's embrace, so tightly, to hear the sound of the cold winter breeze, I shiver so slightly as I feel the cold winter breeze.
The different sounds that our Mother nature provides, I'm certain have touched many children's lives, may it bring joy, love, peace, such as the sound of of water trickling from a fresh water pond, seeing newly hatched tadpoles swimming about, is sure to delight my daughter no doubt.
As I sit amongst these wonders, I can't help but breathe in and exhale my burdens, my worries, my burdens, I can feel tears welling up in my eyes, I feel my healing tears falling down my face, they fall down freely to the creek below, I begin to smile, for I have been made whole again, by our Never ending Mother Nature's Beauty once again..
Copyright © Jennifer Donnay | Year Posted 2015