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- Collection: Poems
Eyes like the rain, cleansing and transformative
The storm arrives, a sudden silver shield, To soften the harsh and certain sun, And in the blur,…
The steam unfurls, a lazy, white-gray ghost,
carrying the scent of what is held most—
the quiet hour, the table set for two,
the empty space that…
A story to a cup
Pouring your words like steaming grounds,
a dark and fragrant mystery.
Each sentence, like the bitter, sweet first sip,
tells a…
The text itself is a powerful metaphor for the strength of commitment and inner resilience in the face of adversity.
"When tempests rise and…
‘One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish’ by Dr. Seuss was published in 1960 in the United States by Random House. Since then it has been placed at…
Your eyes are like the rain when it is quiet and relaxed. Rain makes everything shimmer and adjust. Peaceful and Gentle. Beautiful like the rain.…
Kisses on the Wind
I blow a kiss upon the wind
Hoping it will find you safe
And land with a tender touch
Upon your much loved cheek
I kiss my…
My heart aches within from missing you,
My lips long for the feel of kissing you,
Right now all I need is to gently touch your skin,
To look into…
Me challenging AI's Perceptions/edges.
Thinking
Kicking off 4 searches
Looking at 89 sites
Putting it all together
-Petting Water-
To…
The Fish
Elizabeth Bishop
1911 –1979
"To My Daughter"
You will be walking some night
in the comfortable dark of your yard
and suddenly a great light will shine
round about you, and…
I stare forward looking into your eyes, constellations abound. Intricacies, patterns, designs weave a story that I want to read. ~LArry
How Beautiful is the Rain ~by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)~
How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery…
The poetical works of John Milton
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the…
The Initiate
The Forgotten Dialect Of The Heart
Embrace of the Mother Tree
In whispers green, her branches weave,
A tapestry of life, where dreams believe.
Nurturing roots in earth’s embrace,…
AS my Family and I camped out top of NJ. Unbeknownst to them the danger that existed round, I kept silent, but my anger showed through, not towards…
Busy old fool, unruly sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers'…
A gentle touch, a helping hand, can mend the broken, mend the land.
With strength within, a whispered plea, to lift the spirit, wild and free.
A…
When Do I Think Of You? By sherry Hilderbrand