Tags weather
Slipping through my fingersA Poem by Abby L.time keeps on slippin', slippin'... |
The Wind,Rain & Sunshine....Let alone The snow...A Poem by OnlymeHave you ever stood outside in the windand felt the breeze whip and swirl inand around your body.From the top of your head to the tips of your shoes.A.. |
Silence of WinterA Poem by Beth LindsaySnow falls in a quiet night |
ParanoidA Poem by Alison VictoriaIs everything what we think it is? |
The First Hints of WinterA Poem by Mary Jo. ClareThis poem is about the first hints of winter. From the bare trees to the cold weather, winter settles in a not so subtle way. Allow yourself to pictu.. |
When I dieA Poem by Andra QuintanaThis is a poem from a person to their loved ones using weather. |
Weathering The StormA Poem by OnlymeHave you ever sat in bed at nightand listened to the winds howling and blowing outside In a bad storm.And the rain battering down.The combination of b.. |
Rise To The Occasion - (A Didactic poem)A Poem by Earl SchumackerForces of nature to have and to hold |
Bad weather stops fairA Poem by COLLYMORESelf-explanatory |
UnderwaterA Poem by JessieQuickly drafted on a depressing rainy day. Not my best but hey, I'll give it a go. |
Stormbinder - Chapter 1A Story by AshWhat if we could control the weather? What would happen when those who couldn't started to fear us? |
Stormbinder - Chapter 2A Story by AshA lot of awkward interactions. Still setting up the story. |
Mood(s)A Poem by cluelesspen__cloudy,this bright blue skyrainy,this hotwindy daylonely,this coolwarm springstormy,this fairytale world |
Shadow of the StormA Poem by FoxI'm sure you can figure out what the storm represents. The experiences of youth impact you more than you think. |
14. THE HOLLOW TREEA Chapter by Peter RogersonFor Chantelle, things take an unexpectedly dark turn |
White Hot ChristmasA Poem by Michael R. BurchWhite Hot Christmasby Michael R. BurchI’m back from my jog;it felt like summeron Christmas Eve.What a bummer!Forget the sleigh, Santa,hire a Hum.. |
New DaysA Poem by Laura KateHow lucky I feel that I must be to raise my sleeping blinds and see Jack Frost has danced the night away; so I wake to a glistening, crystalline da.. |
Service WindowA Story by R J FullerIs escape possible? |