Best Meadows Poems

IN THE MEADOWS IS MY DREAM

Strolling, strolling we are in the meadow: airy and green
where asters, dahlias, nod and wink passing their green

With him by my side, the hours of dread and fear  are gone 
His blue eyes speak: "we're a match in heaven,...

Continue reading...

Subtle like the midnight air

She walks in meadows upon the sky

Never touching ground with a care

Her spirit lifts my heart high

Daydreaming often about you

You fill my mind with thoughts as well

Perhaps one day this dream comes true

An angel you are, time shall tell


2~July~2017...

Continue reading...

Now starved of sleep I watch the shadows creep,
this selfish heart now seething with desire,
beats and beats - relentless thrums grow deep-
they hide, oh how they hide inside the fire!
Then...peaceful in the meadow is this gloom,
in lunar lumen's self-defining light,
that cowers from the truth that...

Continue reading...

Sunlight or Moonlight - Moonlight on Meadows chosen title 8-21-24
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Moonlight on Meadows

Moonlight lays with meadows 
  Splashing auroras of platinum mist
   On midnight
 As lupine enters Luna’s corona
  Dressed in veils of silver blue.

Light’s fingertips spread wide
Taking in the silk caress...

Continue reading...

 

I love walking in dawn's emerging light,
when meadows are bathed in golden shimmers;
and the birds chirp a song of sweet delight,
with reflected hues of dancing glimmers.
The colored wildflowers wet with dew sway;
there is a promise of a perfect day !

I find an old tree...

Continue reading...

Down in the meadows the sound of a calling lark 
is filling my ears with melodious sounds of beauty 
He heralds Autumn's arrival with his brave chirps   
and as his tinkling notes summon up the sunrise, 
he sings this mellifluous song of old...

Continue reading...

In Dreams, We Danced In Flowered Meadows

I wrote you, yet only to find silence
cast into shadows were clear sun once beamed
Was hiding so far away your defense
from my love that saddened earth and sky screamed

Where moonlight once graced our united stars
now empty sky holds its...

Continue reading...

My heart remains asleep, until you touch it... (poet)


You are the most' enigmatic existence,'
which will never be mine.
I remain a million waves away,
trying to make beauty from your scars.
Love is a reflective remedy in a world
veiled behind hateful hallucinations.
Envious eyes are an enemy 
in episodes...

Continue reading...

Dancing in a moonlit meadow makes me feel alive.          
                          ...

Continue reading...

THE MEADOWS


A soft gentle breeze flows through the quite meadows
as the birds and butterflies joyfully sing and dance,
The perfect scene for you and I
The perfect scene for romance. 

With all of our troubles set aside 
with no worries on our minds,
The meadows seem to have...

Continue reading...

*When Dawn drifts into enchanted meadows,
listen to the choruses of birds’ song.
Feel on your skin the wind that softly blows.
Hear the crickets too which with birds chirp along.

Right before Dawn has arrived, maybe she
will paint the sky with orange, and I know
sometimes you might be...

Continue reading...

--------------
Where meadows flush with hints of rose 
Soft lavender and amber wild 
That blossoms drop their silhouettes ,
Against a moonbeam's afterglow .

This regal glint carries me high 
From meadow lush to summer's grace 
When nothing but Luna divine 
Mirrors through treetop's lambent view.
 
And the...

Continue reading...

you dismantled my 
   wisteria-covered walls,
unraveling my defenses 
      like frayed silk...
my nights are now 
    painted with your kisses
soft as twilight spilling 
       across an oasis
  ...

Continue reading...

To fly like a bird, basically unencumbered
     leaving behind the world's joy and pain.
To soar to spaces only birds have been,
     and touch the very edge of a violet sky.

To drift on a cloud as it hides...

Continue reading...

Vashon Memories

A song to sing itself –
A birthing voice,
Shouting then whispering
Of fields and quiet harbors
Of blackberries and sunlight on smooth waters,
Of boredom, rest and restlessness
	In tidal pools
	Hunting hermit crabs and limpets,
		Sticking on all fingers,
	Avoiding jelly fish and barnacles
When pigtails and freckles
	Fly through misty bracken fern,
	Evergreen...

Continue reading...