Great Forces
I've been telling my dreams to the weeping willow, "I want to soar like an eagle and not stare out this old window, I want to fly far, far away and no longer be broken." But there were no words to be...
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I've been telling my dreams to the weeping willow, "I want to soar like an eagle and not stare out this old window, I want to fly far, far away and no longer be broken." But there were no words to be...
Spring come harken to the summer's call, That passes by on a whispered breeze, Exhaling warmth like a shallow breath, On the ebb and flow of calming seas.
#acrostic S ing me your song as nature unfurls, P lay me a tune that's sweet to my ears. R escue my soul from winters slumber, I n awe, you awaken my senses hunger.
A smile is a rainbow Flipped upside down, And the light in the sky Can have a pretty sound. The robin in the clouds Puffs out its proud red chest, But the lovely white dove Never has time to rest.
#natureacrostic Sunlight the warmer of the two Uplifting heat that turns our skies blue, New days seen with its rising in the east, Lioness of the sky a fiery, hot headed beast, Ignited to the...
#natureacrostic. #anexperiment (diditwork?) *I forgot to mention, I was watching Twilight Eclipse when writing this. Shoulders unweighted newly lived, I give her time.
I am the moon in the night sky,. I share my domain with the stars,. The sun is on the opposite side,. Wrapping the world in its sunny scarf,. I light up the darkest sky's,. I signify the night,.
Jag vaknade av att solen sken in i mitt rum, in genom gardinerna som jag hade dragit för fönstret.
Imagination blooms. In a chameleon flower. Growing from the ear of. An iguana, illuminated. In the sun of the father of. A brilliant mind showered. In bright sparkling Time. Empowered by Love,.
Soaking up the sunlight . In the dead of night . . There's a cold wind blowing . The heat is going . . Say goodbye to summer . Winter's here and it's a bummer . . When snow falls .
Trees project high overhead like spires towards the heavens. As I lay here, or perhaps more correctly, as gravity works upon my mass, gently tamping the loose soil, the broken twigs and leafy decay.
Winter has intruded into cool February air Leaving kisses in a blanket To tuck the snowdrops back to sleep.
Her legs lightly tapped her floor. Counting each step... Each breath. Had she been spotted. She'd never blend against the great white that surrounded her, And ironically if she had been spotted...
the biggest tree of them all is very diffrent then all its branches are to small the leaves are blue its trunk looks to fat to be choped down to the biggest tree of them all would like to be...
Water ripples~~~ against toasted grains:::::, soaking up its last remains. A light beams<<< at sapphire blue glass, shadows the land, that is moving fast.
Time is eternal, yet our share is not. As sure a flower will rise in spring, with floret each lush in violet; ‘twill wilt and tarnish in autumns wing.
I ask you for rain To wash away the remaining pain I ask you for love To fill my every vein I ask you for strength So my tears would stop going down the drain I ask you for wind To fly away and...
After a shrimp picks his mate, they retreat to a Venus flower basket. This coral is essentially a tube and soon it closes in on both sides, trapping the shrimp inside.
A moth drawn to the flame, A flicker in the dark, A heady combination, A teasing, taunting spark.
#adventchallenge. I think he's hibernating. Because it's been so mild. He's sleeping off the winter. Somewhere in the wild. He showed up for a while. All blue and frosty heart.
All we need. To take away our words. Is the cool, gentle breeze. And the lovely. pineapple trees. Just you and me. Connected to. the seven seas. Silent or loud. The waves crash around. All we need.
The last flower shed salty petals Unsupported, it slumped against glass They looked on: at a loss and without hope The final of Nature's blazes Her passion unsummered in a bell-jar Beauty decomposed...
#adventchallenge Intricate snowflakes, Floating to the ground, Silently communicating, Yet, without a sound. A blessing from above, No two the same, Each and everyone-unique, But deprived of a name.
A soul made of glass. Imprinting my body on your grass. Eyes shut with no tears. A heart with no fears. Mind in a trance. Body can still dance. I lie on your grass. Free from all my pasts.