Once this piece of paper was A part of an innocent tree Reaching for the sky As the rain helped it grow It soared to…
1 CommentOnce this piece of paper was A part of an innocent tree Reaching for the sky As the rain helped it grow It soared to…
1 CommentI saw a woman emerge from a shadow With a sly demeanor and look about. Her sequined dress was aglow. She didn’t know I was…
Leave a Commentthe night empress sat upon her throne, matted by the endless void, decorated by the stars as she watches over the mortal world beneath while…
Leave a CommentMy honesty poem: Izabella Davis I was born into a crazy family! That makes me crazier. I don’t know how to live a perfect life…
Leave a CommentI’m going to keep climbing this mountain. I’ll fight through the blizzards, hill fires and even when the volcano erupts. I’m still going to be…
Leave a CommentGood morning, fair cardinal – How are you? How are your children? Your plumage is nearly outdone By the sun’s golden hue. The mattress is…
Leave a CommentForgive me, young dandelion. I did not feign disinterest. My mind has running thoughts That stole my attention. You only meant to be a friend.…
Leave a CommentIt was hefted upon a breeze – As in a warm, flowing current Through a sea of palo verdes – To search for an embankment.…
Leave a CommentBehold the marvelous wildflowers! How they boldly carpet a sloping glen – Our gift from Earth’s seasonal showers. Hardly is the desert recognizable Come March…
Leave a CommentAfter a morning of rain The grey skies didn’t depart They were stale with a promise of more We stayed inside hoping there was going…
1 CommentWinters are long Where my home began Fast until Only the groups Cut through the Winter
Leave a CommentSweet crickets, the tune You’re playing tempts me to sleep. By your tune, I will drift off Better to a place dark and deep. The…
Leave a CommentApril – breezy and demure – Make yourself at home. I’ve kept some tea warm. Here is a seat of nature – A trunk on…
Leave a CommentBees labor not in vain For their task is plain. Listen – how they hum Around the myoporum. Purple buds then show forth Declaring their…
Leave a CommentAmong hills Apache red Where damas and vaqueros Built up a homestead Past the mercados And hills with a vague past Running aside the mission…
Leave a CommentOn Havana’s white shore – With each salt-infused whirl That agitates its border – Every sand is a potential pearl.
Leave a CommentThe Moon became quietly jealous One night when I surveyed Venus. The usual glory reserved for her Went to the dancer with Perseus. At first,…
Leave a CommentStar of wonder, star of power Bluest of steel blue It shines at the midnight hour. More wondrous than Regulus Its eight points burst forth…
Leave a CommentOur Sun imprints heavy July Upon a crimson sunset. The first star I see in the west Brings with it a cobalt sigh …
Leave a CommentWith a spurn of yellow and a shout A lone Mexican poppy Aside the mountain path Caught my meandering eye. How diminutive was its stem…
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