"prarie" poems
The Lillies bring you peace,
They can even be an animal.
The breath of babies,
The man that's hanging.
Roses are many different colors than just red,
Those colors having different meanings.
Violets can be the color of their name,
They can also be the color blue.
Some flowers are from the sun,
Others are not as bright.
Daisies and Lillies can be in a prarie,
Others don't even sprout from the ground.
My best friend is my favorite flower,
Even though she's not an actual.
Flowers are bright and colorful,
While others can be dull at times.
She is as beautiful as anyone's favorite flower,
Looks wise and personality.
She's almost always bright,
But everyone and thing had their moments.
The moment we meet she had me hooked,
I never knew I was missing anything till I found her.
When people are sick they ate given flowers,
Or even is they just need them.
Good saw we needed some flowers,
But he had a plan.
He gave us each one flower a piece,
He knew just the one would suffice.
He knew we would help the other,
He knew she'd be the perfect flower, for a damaged one like me.
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
a dream of fantastic horses
there were red horses.
white horses and spotted
horses. horses so black
they shimmered crow-like
in the morning.
pouring across
the plains of sleep,
thunder horses,
lightning horses,
horses swimming in floods,
dying in deserts.
horses wading withers
deep in snow.
knife-hooved,
prarie-eyed,
mountain-thighed
memory horses,
lathered up unsaddled,
strung out like ribbons in the wind.
Aug 16, 2010
Aug 16, 2010 at 3:16 PM UTC
In your eyes
Deep blue skies
Rise above
Seas of green
Along the prarie
Its gentle waves
Rolling down
With the breeze
That glides in paths
Not walked before
And as I pass
In this moment
A quick hello and goodbye
I can see
In your eyes
Unchartered waters
In a time not yet here
A brand new thought
A dream of hope
Smiles and laughter
Fill these lands
Mend the hearts
Of souls forgotten
That grieve the loss
Of our past
I bid farewell
To these lands
And the prarie
Unchartered waters
Lie ahead
In your eyes
A single tear
A farewell and hello
To a past and a future
As you sail
Away once more
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 10:48 PM UTC
You are the beauty of each flower
and the blush on every bloom
you are the touch of April shower
and the forests sweet perfume
You are the bay aflame at sunset
and the beach beneath my feet
you are the ripples of the ocean
and the warmth of summer heat
You are the desert and the prarie
the rolling hills atopped with snow
you are as gentle as the daisies
and the rain that makes them grow
You are the laughter of the river
and the birdsong in the pine
you are the meadows and the mountains
but best of all you're mine.
Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 7:43 AM UTC
must have got a dud
coffee.....still nothing
brewing, nothing clicking
over.... just open prarie space....not even a cliched
tumbleweed......
........ god.... hope i have n't
lost my brain.......
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
Pray the foghorn comes no closer;
bringing thunder over rolling waves.
A stampede across an open prarie
bellowing with ancient lungs.
Are there secrets with the crickets?
Whispering in harmony
to the rustling leaves?
There is no hospitality
in silence.
Conversation lives between everything that breathes.
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 9:07 PM UTC