Get Your Premium Membership

Niagara I Am Not

Cool waters fall with force; my whirling mist dampens the dryness of the summer’s wither. Flora and fauna nearby depend on my relentless role. The great Niagara, I am not whereas, I miss all the tourist hoopla.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 6/26/2025 9:28:00 PM
A unique etheree, Reason love that title and final line
Login to Reply
Date: 6/21/2025 12:49:00 PM
When a single etheree will do, why double it?
Login to Reply

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry