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PeterNoahThomas
PeterNoahThomas
M/Wyoming I am a writer, outdoors enthusiast, mountain climber, avid reader and trouble maker. I live near Yellowstone and Grand Teton National Park in Wyoming.
The sun sets over the horizon Painting the sky with orange and purple hues The clouds are like cotton candy Floating in the air, soft and sweet The ocean waves gently caress the shore Leaving behind traces of foam and shells The sand is warm and smooth Inviting me to lie down and relax The breeze whispers in my ear Telling me stories of distant lands The stars begin to appear Twinkling like diamonds on a velvet cloth I close my eyes and breathe deeply Feeling the peace and beauty of this moment I wish I could stay here forever But I know this is only a dream
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Nov 1, 2023
Nov 1, 2023 at 10:44 AM UTC
Dreaming of Paradise
In the depths of the night, where shadows creep, Lie tales of darkness, so hauntingly deep. A moon cloaked in mist, a chilling wind's wail, Where spirits awaken, and courage may fail. Beneath gnarled trees, a graveyard awakes, Where restless souls wander, their rest at stake. With hollowed eyes and whispers of despair, They yearn for release from their eternal snare. Amongst the tombstones, a figure does tread, A specter in black, with a cloak like the dead. Her name is Lilith, the mistress of fright, With a wicked grin, she conjures the night. "Oh! Hear my call," she whispers in the dark, As she weaves her spells, leaving her mark. Bats take to the sky, their wings spread wide, Guiding lost souls, to the other side. In the haunted manor, spirits do dwell, Where echoes of laughter turn into a knell. Ghostly footsteps echo down the hall, As the present and past collide and enthrall. The clock strikes midnight, the hour of dread, When the veil between worlds grows thin, it is said. Ghosts emerge from their slumber, seeking release, Their ethereal presence, a haunting caprice. In the flickering candlelight, shadows dance, As witches gather, their potions enhance. With cauldrons bubbling and spells on their lips, They conjure enchantments, with mystical quips. Oh! Beware the night, when the jack-o'-lanterns glow, And spirits arise from the depths below. For Halloween's magic, a captivating lure, Where darkness and mystery forever endure. So, as the moon rises, casting an eerie glow, Embrace the enchantment, let your fears go. For on this haunted eve, when the spirits unite, We celebrate Halloween, in the shadows of night. But tread carefully, for darkness is near, And the spirits are watching, with ghoulish cheer. Enjoy the thrill, the ***** and the fright, On this chilling Halloween night.
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Oct 27, 2023
Oct 27, 2023 at 9:12 AM UTC
The Spell of Halloween
In the depths of the night, where shadows creep, Lie tales of darkness, so hauntingly deep. A moon cloaked in mist, a chilling wind's wail, Where spirits awaken, and courage may fail. Beneath gnarled trees, a graveyard awakes, Where restless souls wander, their rest at stake. With hollowed eyes and whispers of despair, They yearn for release from their eternal snare. Amongst the tombstones, a figure does tread, A specter in black, with a cloak like the dead. Her name is Lilith, the mistress of fright, With a wicked grin, she conjures the night. "Oh! Hear my call," she whispers in the dark, As she weaves her spells, leaving her mark. Bats take to the sky, their wings spread wide, Guiding lost souls, to the other side. In the haunted manor, spirits do dwell, Where echoes of laughter turn into a knell. Ghostly footsteps echo down the hall, As the present and past collide and enthrall. The clock strikes midnight, the hour of dread, When the veil between worlds grows thin, it is said. Ghosts emerge from their slumber, seeking release, Their ethereal presence, a haunting caprice. In the flickering candlelight, shadows dance, As witches gather, their potions enhance. With cauldrons bubbling and spells on their lips, They conjure enchantments, with mystical quips. Oh! Beware the night, when the jack-o'-lanterns glow, And spirits arise from the depths below. For Halloween's magic, a captivating lure, Where darkness and mystery forever endure. So, as the moon rises, casting an eerie glow, Embrace the enchantment, let your fears go. For on this haunted eve, when the spirits unite, We celebrate Halloween, in the shadows of night. But tread carefully, for darkness is near, And the spirits are watching, with ghoulish cheer. Enjoy the thrill, the ***** and the fright, On this chilling Halloween night.
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In the depths of verdant woods, whispers dwell, Ancient trees stand tall, with stories to tell. A tapestry woven with secrets untold, The forest, a sanctuary for spirits of old. Through dappled sunlight, gentle breezes stir, As melodies of nature softly purr. Moss-clad stones, witnesses of ages gone by, Guarding the wisdom that time can't deny. In the heart of the forest, silence is alive, A hallowed hush, where wild creatures thrive. The subtle rustle of leaves, a sacred hymn, Echoing the harmony of nature's eternal whim. Amidst towering pines and canopies above, A place where the spirit finds solace and love. The sunbeams, like leaves, gently cascade, Inviting us to wander through nature, unafraid. In the footsteps of our ancestors, we tread with care, Respecting the balance, the fragile and rare. For the forest is more than a mere collection of trees, It's a sanctuary, a refuge, where the soul finds ease. So let us venture forth, guided by poetic light, Into the embrace of the forest, an ancient rite. May we find inspiration in nature's embrace, And honor its beauty, while we leave no trace.
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Jun 10, 2023
Jun 10, 2023 at 9:27 AM UTC
More Than Mere Trees
Underneath, there are secrets Kept safe from prying eyes Held fast and secure Behind a lame disguise Would they think less of me If everything was shown I wonder, would their eyes still see The person they have known
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Nov 17, 2022
Nov 17, 2022 at 1:43 PM UTC
Underneath
Light melts across the gilded field sunbeams through holes in a cloud silently across your face, rays yield shadows cast off their shroud A dewy kiss warms morning thoughts of a lover's raw embrace desires twisted up in knots yearnings will unlace Lay me down on a clover sea and a honeysuckle bed gentle breezes wash over me flowing like water instead Wet lips entwined with hunger gives way to beating hearts our fingertips do linger panting breaths depart So lay with me on this bed of gold blowing kisses in my ear a golden field for my love to hold darling, let's stay right here
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Nov 5, 2022
Nov 5, 2022 at 6:07 AM UTC
Morning in a Field of Gold
when life seems hopeless and despair has grabbed hold and kept you there inside the blackest places known you feel scared and alone search within, look deep inside a tiny speck of hope implied will grow so slowly then collide with helpless thoughts that try to hide it shimmers, swirls, burns like fire picks you up and takes you higher lifts you from the pits of hell and suddenly, you can tell your spirits brighter than the dark you are a flash; you are a spark that bathes the world with golden light a lighthouse shining in the night with your spirit that has grown you sense a presence yet unknown you squint to see, and you're shown you have never been alone a field of radiant, brilliant sparks they glow and pulse, leave their marks upon your tattered weary soul they help to make you feel whole so when the darkness has a grip around you, helpless feelings slip the light that's in your soul defends the sparks are all of us, your friends
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Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 10:25 AM UTC
sparks
Run away with me to the mountains; we'll find peace of mind. Let's snuggle close together; leave our cares behind. Look up and see the stars shining high above the trees. They glisten like a billion snowflakes alight upon the breeze.
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May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 6:38 AM UTC
Snowflake Stars
when the world ended, i fell to the floor, tears rolling down, the future tore. heart in my throat, my jaw felt weak, you held me tight, you kissed my cheek. when the world ended, your hand on mine, softly caress, fingers entwined. no whispered words, you let me be, your quiet strength, meant the world to me. And on that day, when the world ended, you held my hand, you stayed with me, you made me see, my world could be... mended... again... someday.
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Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 3:02 AM UTC
When the World Ended