Visitors Poems - Poems about Visitors

...Dottie had been looking past the relatives for sixteen days Staring out the window, at the pasture, seeing angels They motioned for her to come, but she was never alone. Her daughter did not under......Read the rest...

...We finally arrived after going through metal detectors passing through so many children mothers praying for their sons then there was us my curiosity of it all passing the guards I felt str......Read the rest...

... Spring is the best time of the year for this old crabapple tree. Winters are too lonely and summers too hot. Autumn is nice but people prefer the lake or forest trails. But spring always brings vis......Read the rest...

...My cedar tree Makes such beautiful Sounds, loud chirping Singing and crackling Sounds, because it’s filled with Visitors, from squirrels to All kinds of beautiful birds Singing their heart awa......Read the rest...

...I Guess I'll Be Me Before, When I was afraid to be me, I looked at others And tried to be a copy Mimic all their motions Repeat the same moves Maybe then I can Follow all their rules? I tr......Read the rest...

...Strewn on a beach Threads exposed Elastic challenged by extremes But vibrant and undefeated For it was only Spring So far it had only ever known being wanted From the excitement of the designe......Read the rest...

...I was an experienced interior designer, whose specialty was outer doors, Ever opening to amber sunshine, as petals open, when vivid beams pour. Functionality and beauty were very vital, s......Read the rest...

...Opening the door to my soul Welcoming whoever walks in Joy may stroll on through Or sadness can lurk within Greeting all visitors who enter Opening the door to my soul Not pushing around any ......Read the rest...

...A band of showy daffodils Sway and Their yellow trumpets Blown by a bellowing wind The Bluebells ring their dainty chiming bells Songsters sing a sweet melodic lullaby Painted Ladies clap thei......Read the rest...

...There is a strange heat raging outside and the sun is sitting on the other side, the wind is blowing, my spirit is glowing and Spring is igniting a fire underneath the sheets. Where did this sudden c......Read the rest...

... Amidst the cobbled streets Stands a library Decrepit, consumed by the moss feeding off it The walls have no ownership over the pages Despite its greatest wishes Echoes act as a reminder ......Read the rest...

...Every year In Robin Hood Country Nottingham There in October, they hold. What is known, as the Goose Fair. It's huge. and goes back centuries, straining the Middle Ages, perhaps even longer. My pal......Read the rest...

...Within the shaded dust accumulated annals Layers of times past And cobwebbed dim cold halls of a history Not always hide their secrets and mystery As the echos of the past still resound That ha......Read the rest...

...Empathy Ink Not Blood / Trolls on the Run An Army of pens descended, the battle lines were Drawn As they scoured and searched for the Enemy, ......Read the rest...

...You are the reason why I am here because I have so much to share. You are the reason why I am here, and you act as if you don’t care. What kind of person are you? You are just looking out for you;......Read the rest...