On this night of a full moon when it was shining so brightly, I looked up into the sky and saw a white orb, the moon, glowing with a radiance like no other.
The Moon
Shining down on us so bright,
The moon so fierce,
During the night,
Illuminating the darkest ages.
Many mysteries within,
That no one knows,
We will keep wondering,
But the moon will never tell us.
Gives light in the night when no one can see,
Disappearing by day,
As if melting away,
To wait out the sunlit hours.
Standing boldly in the sky for all to see,
To see its light guide the way,
It will take us where we need to go,
Or just let us observe its mysterious presence.
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Thursday, January 9, 2014
The Flower of Light
I read another poem that was very well written, and it made me want to create another one that was similar to it.
The Flower of Light
The flower so luscious and
white,
Shines in the sunlight,
Glistens in the moonlight,
Absorbing the light in its
delicate petals while enriching its existence.
It stands out in the day so
white and so pure,
Never fading away,
It stands in the heat day by
day,
Not giving in, never dying
away.
In the moonlight it sits
there so natural,
Atop its throne of a stem,
It gives new life and new
hope,
To all those who near the
flower of light.
It sits there for an
eternity,
Ruling the world,
Absorbing the light,
Never letting it fade.
Monday, January 6, 2014
Sounds of the Night
I find this poem to have a calming effect on the reader. I hope you enjoy it.
Sounds of the Night
A screeching sound cuts
through the night,
An angry bird who lost his
meal,
The jingling sound of an old
chime,
Swayed side to side by the
small midnight breeze.
In this quiet nightly world,
The sound you hear above all
others,
The sound of silence and
peace,
Where everything is at rest.
The scurrying of mice,
The lapping of the waves
against the shore,
The children a snoozing deep
asleep in their beds,
All the sounds that you hear
as the night comes around.
Though the nights peace and
quiet,
Many sounds can you hear,
The sounds of quiet lives,
Being lived in darkness.
Friday, January 3, 2014
Snow
In the middle of winter I thought that I must compose a poem about the most magical things about it... Snow
Snow
Creeping through the towns by
night,
Covering them in a glistening
white,
Filled inside with a magic of
sorts,
Snow is the element you
cannot thwart.
Pinching cold and freezing
fingers,
The price you pay and it
lingers,
The never-ending freezing
fall,
Shall fall and fall past the
wall.
With this substance you can
make,
A smiling snowman or a
protective fort,
The snowman with a smile of
coal,
While the fort protects from
the cold outdoors.
Out the window down it falls,
The snow coming down in
sheets and walls,
A beautiful sight to behold,
It seems as if you’re in a
different world.
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