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Weeping WillowA Story by Ripple of AquaContest entry I made on the spot, about a girl, a garden, a boy, and a camera. |
Amper(stand)A Poem by Anna AuelBurnside, ironside, bricks and heavy things. names that bear a testament to cement. steadied by nails (the poor man’s weaponized construction).. |
Mother Nature's GiftsA Poem by queensonviaHaiku 1Beautiful flowersPurple petals spread so wideAn elegant gownHaiku 2Flowers' pure colorsWaving hello to the worldDancing in the windHaiku 3Some .. |
Valentine's DayA Poem by LexyI've been trying to get this where I want it since February. It's not working. |
Lost LoverA Poem by Wild Willow BlueYou'll find me, and keep me.. |
A Special GiftA Poem by Wild Willow BlueIn love with what kills her.. |
the riverbed -by .dh.A Poem by Dusty Hamiltontoday was a devine day of creative juices, this poem is one of these inspired by a poem i read today, "Where the Sidewalk Ends" by Shel Silverstein.. |
Glances of a ForestA Poem by seraphicAlisahanother quick type for this day, I guess! |
When Flowers DieA Story by SheActsLikeSummerThe ground is damp, the lush green grass covered in dew drops... |
DeathA Poem by MistyFogDeath is near It's almost hear I am feeling cold I am growing old They bring me flowers I count the hours The days slip by I know I will die .. |
Two FlowersA Poem by LegolasTwo flowers lie beside each other.One, a blue orchid.The other, a pink Sakura.Side by side they lie forever.Never wilting.Never leaving.Never hurting... |
How Beautiful is the Night?A Poem by LeighHow beautiful is the Night? And how little it supposes At dusk its flowers come out In beds of quiet and colourless roses The moon.. |
Waiting Around for the DeadA Poem by Nichole Juliet HemstockAhh, another shortie, but a goodie. |
Muse in the Garden - Part 1A Poem by lisalureeThis is a love story about the muse and the beauty and inspiration she finds in nature. It is about almost losing herself, almost losing her love, be.. |
To Hide Her DespairA Poem by allie_arrowzThe flowers,They danced,In her hair,And she whisked,And she twirled, Without a care,To the music in her soul,Beating louder than her heart,To hide her.. |