Visitor Poems - Poems about Visitor

Something was different this morning I'd gone to bed chilled, reached for another blanket knowing I'd have to defrost with coffee before bracing for the north wind. But sunlight peeked at me through my kitchen window. Too tempting not to open the door and say, "Good morning." There it was— the first crocus greeting me as if it was her calling card. I felt the warmth of...

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It was on the 7th of May. It was in the early part of the day. He appeared but was never invited. Upon seeing his kind, I was not delighted. There were smaller ones I had seen, But not this size since I was fifteen. Slowly, around the corner, I saw him glide. He then settled into his curl as if...

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Once again, my eyes open, and I scan the room, looking, wondering if it were him who awakened me. The time is 3 am. Why am I losing valuable sleep time? What is wrong with me? My mind says,” “You are going to wish you had these extra two hours.” But, my soul is excited. Wanting...

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The nights were short, A clear summer, long and hot, A chickadee visited every dawn, And caught a stunning view by the pane. Maybe my nest’s walls knew, A fluffy gray-black chick who... Lit the sun pointed to my nest house... Captured my morning drowse. A courageous little skylark, With a notorious chirp crack, She repeatedly taps my pane, And sharply beeps, in rhythmic strain....

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You make me Tingle The flutter of your wings Tickles my soul As your beauty darts before me Resting for a moment On my timeline Capture me please Let me be absorbed. Hold time delicately As you wave and say hello I want you to live here In my consciousness So I can meditate on The beauty of This fleeting moment I hope you feel the love In some...

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Moonlight creeps through the writhing woodland as Arion walks alongside me—upward toward the lone mountain. We had trekked for miles and the way was wearisome, heavy fog in its obscuring fidelity stalking our every step. Winds shrieked around us like dissonant flutes— high pitched, fortissimo screams that died in and died out dismally. They reminded me of...

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bird feeder pole snapped in two suet cakes gone-border collies barking large furry forager departed- sated ...

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It comes whisking in when least expected, Its steps silent, its grip too cold. It slips through cracks, unseen and unchecked, No whistle blown, no stories told. Whether the doors are opened or locked, It doesn't knock to take its due. Whether the windows are open or closed, It cares not for the clear sky or view. It will one day meet us...

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This morning I got visitor... The cutest ever little guest. A sparrow, walking as a twister on my rope with washings space. It looked at me with browny eyes and bravely stayed in front... A piece of bread I found at once and my guest got his breakfast pot... I hope that little sparrow friend will start to come each day. My crumbs will wait...

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The Midnight Visitor. (A lone voice whispers) I stood over her luscious form Bathed by the cool glare of the Crying moon as The Ancient Mother pretended to sleep but watched as she slept Listened to her slow breathing and Watched her twin mountains Rise and fall underneath her white silken sheets I knew She did not know that I was there For She...

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astral visitor spies the pets first dogs begin to growl cat screeches and runs sleepy sister wakes up thinks she is dreaming goes back to sleep she is not ready yet to see beyond the veil she may never be her sister floats away...

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I drink the dirty water, I walk with a dirty vessel I stand on a dirty ground yet profoundly I even ingest dirty food and my blessings I am confessing it's not what i partake of it's not what I'm earing but what resides within me for you see I am righteousness of God in Him. I am my...

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When your pulse quickens, and You gasp at that moment of time. You realize you're the only one in the room, But not alone. The room becomes smaller, and The air is thick with fear. This is when you see the shadows, Dodging between the doorways. The lighting in the room becomes darker, As you hear the whispers and noises all around. Your curiosity...

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Once upon a night so bleak, frozen silent laid the creek -- air of death, pushed, swore and swore...as if were fists pounded the frail, wood door; shutters noised, bolting and banging; metal hinges oddly clanging – cupboard glasses adding more tumultuous tang, as they, in vile unison, vibrantly rang… suddenly, through frosted pane I spied, crossing the blanketed plane, a spirit like figure --...

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Death, an unwelcome visitor in life, Stealing loved ones, causing heartache and strife, We stand there, shattered, as they slip away, Fighting a battle they cannot sway. A million words and tears won't bring them near, We try to hold on, to keep them here. Their loss engraved upon our heart, Leaving scars that never truly depart. I feel as if I'm buried...

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