Tags Lakes
Gliding ByA Poem by Blossomhaiku |
My Mourning StarA Poem by Richard WilliamsA mourning sonnet. |
God's Journal of CreationA Poem by Lucas GrashaGod’s Journal of Creation Day one: I created light today; and by created I mean I put a new light bulb in the basement a.. |
PalmA Poem by Naomi BloomA poem about the palm of my hand. |
An October MornA Poem by Savannah BlyIt is about Robert Wood's painting 'October Morn' |
When I learned to dieA Poem by Mircea PopescuWhen I learned to die Bleak and weary seems the dawn Of a new life already gone I thought I’d drown In endless lakes Of a mos.. |
The PiersA Poem by LinzeyA walk poem that explains my memories at the pier as well as the thoughts I wonder a fellow student Max had before falling from the pier this last Feb.. |
The Somewhere HomeA Poem by AnnaDistance dances wider every year between me and my home,I used to know how to get there, but of it all knowledge is lost.I can remember the trees that.. |
A River's RevealA Poem by AnnaI haven't written here in so many endless long days,hushed by silence in the yearly lakeside summers.I wove myself into so many stories while I was aw.. |
I'm on vacationA Poem by SamSatLeaving the knots back home, I hope.Craving a tender coconut milkshake,I'm off.3 hours of travelfor someone who hates it.Smiling stiffly in the selfie.. |
Rivers & Waterways.... 🦆 🐠 ԇ..A Poem by Carolai'm a greenie & love the untouched environment best of all. |
EndaA Story by Amanda HakesWhen six-year-old Enda is pushed out of his Grandmother’s wake and into an adventure of grand proportions. |
A Dying Fall, for ChloeA Poem by Michael R. BurchA Dying Fall, for Chloeby Michael R. BurchThere were skies onyx at night... moons by day...lakes pale as her eyes... breathless windsundressing tall e.. |
Night At SeaA Poem by Abbe Asailing |
How Fortunate We AreA Poem by The CragWriting how the variety of life that we have on this beautiful planet and that we really need to value it more than we do. |
sandcastles by the lakeA Poem by kimpetersen13kpbecause I'm spiralling—I want to feel what I am lusting after |