Tags summer
darknessA Poem by ofelieangeliejust something |
Beach, Booze, and a BlondeA Poem by CrystalLying on the beach, drinking a can I felt on my shoulders a gentle frisk. The stranger was wearing a hint of lavender, she asked if I was happy and.. |
Lonely FlowerA Poem by Cara BLonely Flower Lonely flower, all alone, pummelled by the wind. Lonely flower, fading petals, withering stem. Lonely flower, once so beau.. |
Heart Waiting For A Warm Summer DayA Poem by nraiMy feeling about the Nordic winters |
Sit and RockA Story by Gia de CadA very short story about a grandfather and his rarely-seen granddaughter. |
DREAM SUMMERA Poem by Matilda AnnIt took us a long time to get to where we needed to go. The heat coming off the road cut us to pieces and we kept tripping over the bits of ourselve.. |
Bees in SummerA Poem by Emilia KingsleyInspired by the plethora of honeybees hanging about the tree in our backyard. |
Death of a SeasonA Poem by Emilia KingsleyAs the seasons pass Spring into summer, summer into fall Slowly the green fades The life which was there is no longer Long days grow cold This de.. |
Summer RainA Story by SophiaWhen a hot day turns into a rainy day.It's so wonderful how fast the whole weather changes.The bright sun hides behind the grey clouds.The sky changes.. |
SummertimeA Poem by The Poet of Black WingsSummer. The time of golden Skies and green trees. The respite in between Harsh cold, and white Storms, and strict Mentors. A short chirp Fr.. |
FateA Poem by Elizabeth J. GelingerSummer Haiku |
RaindropsA Poem by Elizabeth J. GelingerSummer Haiku |
A Summer SongA Poem by Spencer BarkerA glance the daisies that rise,stems of leafing spreads,in the shade a wonderful surprise.A warm wind,its tendrils dear,the ever present gift is so ne.. |
AquamarineA Poem by SamanthaGalliI feel like nothing has meaning anymore. I travel 20 miles to the shore to watch aqua waves roll in. I do it to feel peace but it on.. |
Here I StandA Poem by JasmineWhen you take a chance and tell someone you true feeling for that person. |
DOWN THE VALLEYA Poem by Peter RogersonThe year Dorothy and I were to marry we went for this exact walk with our scruffy old dog, Max. |
From America to ParisA Poem by Gypsy DreamerA treasured friendship |
That SummerA Poem by Robert FilosWho thought that all this time could passand we would still remember those daysDo you know why some times are specialand others just fadeRiding in tha.. |