Best Cabins Poems

Just as bees squeeze like watermelon seeds
Spit across apricot fields
My wife and I on Friday
Join the lines of highways up north

Pulled by hilltops to the...

Read more of this work...

As early dawns sunlight, of golden glass....

Now drips from the ambient forest of green

Showers of light reflected, from across the pond

Gazing amid the cabins threshold;...

Read more of this work...

White dots on the hat
                    ...

Read more of this work...

For flowery words I have no gift
deep thoughts I'm rarely thinking
And when it comes to penmanship
my dear I fear I'm stinking
But none the less amid...

Read more of this work...

Mary Rose, the mighty sailing sea vessel glided majestically across the waves 
She had robustly and bravely sailed the briny waves for many a night...

Read more of this work...

Jan Allison's - Fun Pyramid Cruise

Rolling shores of sugar form on crimsoned lands
Tan children run through cinnamon granules between their toes
Crunchy warm, doing soccer flips,...

Read more of this work...

SENSITIVITY

They’re all ignored by us, but they have feelings too :
A black  gravestone  in  New York, down in the world, 
Recalling its...

Read more of this work...

I went searching for-
that little child who cuddled in her mother's arms, 
those tender feet that jumped in rain, 
that little heart which melted for...

Read more of this work...

Close your eyes and imagine with me
Camps, cottages, cabins and trees
High in the mountains or beside rolling seas
Perhaps it’s chateaus and castles you see
Maybe cathedrals...

Read more of this work...

Lightheaded I ambled
towards the lonely pub.
Liquor helps sometimes you know.
It burns the mind,
empties it
of niggling thoughts,
of subtle yearnings,
of ambitious aspirations.
 
There she was
redhead and flushed.
A...

Read more of this work...

Cottage dreams, wooden cabins and the scent of burning campfires 
Every July we would gather at Vince's cottage to see Santa in attire 
Into the...

Read more of this work...

This poem is not mine. Credit goes to R. McSpadden, aka Texas Bob, wrote this version of ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas (TexasBob.com)

Merry Christmas y’all...

Read more of this work...

I stand atop a mountain tall,
look down upon the land,
the forests clinging to the slopes,
green valleys long and grand.
Rivers carve torrents right through them,
can still...

Read more of this work...

Selected by the swift sound of hand to shoulder blade,
The bells upon their ankles sounded like seven trumpets
to me. I had been a chosen sheep...

Read more of this work...

I.

Espy, distinguish divinely made lively, lovely Trees
He or she, inhales carbon dioxide, then breathes
out for us humans, life given clean oxygen
Stout roots run deep, holding...

Read more of this work...