The contest is over, but not the fun. Here are some more amazing poems and their poets for you. Enjoy!
Flowers floating to the ground
petals falling, make no sound
pink snow flying fills the air
petals falling everywhere
flowers in my hair
the scent of spring
fills the air.
Oh, To Be a Dandelion
A child’s sweet puff, surrender to breeze.
To fly with the wind, and land where I please.
As i walk with you
I can’t stop feeling
blessed By your presence
A light shine upon us
And our path turns brighter
Than its usual state
When i walk upon alone
Stay with me forever
To grow old and frail together
Let’s leave this life as one
And find each other
in another life for Eternity
Like sweet honey, the dew drops dripped.
Like summer breezes, the sighs of contentment.
Relaxing, reclining, with day-dreaming intent,
The sunshine caressing the branches and arbours.
The nature lovers ideal never changes, never alters.
Long sunny days spent by streams babbling waters.
As I observed the tree
I saw its utter depth
The meaning it gives to life
Sadness within me crept
As I touched the bark
I understood what steady meant
Support throughout life
Whether straight or bent
As I counted the branches
Expansion took a new turn
Succession and ancestry are
Not opposites but one
As I closed in on the leaves
I could see beginnings of result
How gradually a small step
Raises a magnificent tumult
As I saw a budding flower
That result became clearer
Now everyone knew
It was a fruit bearer
As the fruit than ripened
It taught me patience
The virtue often lost
Amidst life’s fast cadence
As I zoomed out the picture
Something was missing
How could the tree prosper
How it wasn’t dehiscing
As I was then reminded of roots
I came to a realisation
Success is not far or difficult
When there’s a healthy foundation
As I stood and as I observed
I was filled with regret
That so few of us relate
And repay nature’s debt
Sing me the romance of the lovers
who in another century have met
in evening gardens shadowed by purple violets
and rained with pastel painted butterflies
I’ll live like Venus in Botticelli’s primavera
touched by a gentle wind born in the west
watching the dance of the three graces
with virgin eyes picked from your sweetest dreams
I’ll spring into an evening late in autumn
like Cleopatra under Caesar’s heavy eyes
coiling my naked body into ropes of fire
until i’ll melt like wax the pride of an empire
I’ll live in your words forever
like Mary Magdalene between two worlds
feeling the darkest desperation
when blood was flowing from His wounds
Sing me the romance of the lovers
when the first morning washes our sins
make me immortal with your words
when between pearly silky sheets
two fragrant flowers gently dream.
To stand in the presence of the universe is something indeed.
To feel that blanket of inky black cast itself over your head;
To watch as the stars stitch themselves into the fabric of time;
Revealing to you, the watcher, all the ages of existence.
To stand there with awe is to be reminded of our size;
That we are small beyond belief and are less than a
breath of time as it undulates through space.
There is comfort in this: for we are free, and in the end it shall go on;
There is joy in it too; so stand back, look up, and
Watch the stars, for they too gaze back.
Spring is a time for new beginnings.
Or so they say.
Gentle showers bring May flowers.
Spring for me is a time of endings.
Graduates and proms.
End of school year, summer draws near.
Well I hope you loved them, because I did!
How was your weekend everyone?