+16Raindrops on our dresses,
sunshine on our face,
no matter what the weather ,
The look of love won’t be replaced.
the silent sound as rain falls,
the brilliance of the sun
they only promise radiance,
caused by either one.
let it snow,let it hail
earth blanked with white
it won’t prevent our day or deny the magic of our night.
This poem was written/submitted by Quisean Brown.
+38i was sitting outside just oneday
And i thought to myself this is what i say
the sky is so bright full of sunlight
as i sit and enjoy the birds flight
knowing in a few days soldiers must go fight
but then i say to myself
you need to stop the war soldiers are dying
and when they die their family’S are crying
we cant do it ourselfs
we need help especially from the wealth
so we need to remember this everday
and things will be good this way
This poem was written/submitted by tateanna pender dedicated to shade\\\' reid.
+2Sitting in the breeze way with the wind lightly blowing through my hair.
The cars pull in as students rush to class.
The drains let water from the roof rush slowly to the pavement.
lookin out seeing the trees on the moutain top.
Dreaming of being in another time.
Birds chirp breaking the noise of the cars going by.
The smell of wet grass leaves me longing for the smell of the salty breeze of the coast.
Another time another place.
This poem was written/submitted by Ashley Walters.
-2Little is me
Even Little are my eyes
But Little are not my dreams!
Need open space to fly
Want to rule the sky!
Need a song to sing
Want to unfurl my wings!
Need to unbend on twig
Want to grin & swing!
This poem was written/submitted by KAVITA.
0OPPOSITE my chamber window,
On the sunny roof, at play,
High above the city’s tumult,
Flocks of doves sit day by day.
Shining necks and snowy bosoms,
Little rosy, tripping feet,
Twinkling eyes and fluttering wings,
Cooing voices, low and sweet,–
Graceful games and friendly meetings,
Do I daily watch and see.
For these happy little neighbors
Always seem at peace to be.
On my window-ledge, to lure them,
Crumbs of bread I often strew,
And, behind the curtain hiding,
Watch them flutter to and fro.
Soon they cease to fear the giver,
Quick are they to feel my love,
And my alms are freely taken
By the shyest little dove.
In soft flight, they circle downward,
Peep in through the window-pane;
Stretch their gleaming necks to greet me,
Peck and coo, and come again.
Faithful little friends and neighbors,
For no wintry wind or rain,
Household cares or airy pastimes,
Can my loving birds restrain.
Other friends forget, or linger,
But each day I surely know
That my doves will come and leave here
Little footprints in the snow.
So, they teach me the sweet lesson,
That the humblest may give
Help and hope, and in so doing,
Learn the truth by which we live;
For the heart that freely scatters
Simple charities and loves,
Lures home content, and joy, and peace,
Like a soft-winged flock of doves.
This poem was written/submitted by Louisa May Alcott.
0MY soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring
And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze;
For above and around me the wild wind is roaring,
Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.
The long withered grass in the sunshine is glancing,
The bare trees are tossing their branches on high;
The dead leaves beneath them are merrily dancing,
The white clouds are scudding across the blue sky
I wish I could see how the ocean is lashing
The foam of its billows to whirlwinds of spray;
I wish I could see how its proud waves are dashing,
And hear the wild roar of their thunder to-day!
This poem was written/submitted by Anne Bronte.
0HAPPY insect! what can be
In happiness compar’d to thee?
Fed with nourishment divine,
The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
Nature waits upon thee still,
And thy verdant cup does fill;
‘Tis filled wherever thou dost tread,
Nature self’s thy Ganymede.
Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing;
Happier than the happiest king!
All the fields which thou dost see,
All the plants belong to thee;
All that summer hours produce;
Fertile made with early juice.
Man for thee does sow and plow;
Farmer he, and landlord thou!
Thou dost innocently joy;
Nor does thy luxury destroy;
The shepherd gladly heareth thee,
More harmonious than he.
Thee country-hinds with gladness hear,
Prophet of the ripen’d year!
Thee Phoebus loves, and does inspire;
Phoebus is himself thy sire.
To thee, of all things upon earth,
Life’s no longer than thy mirth.
Happy insect, happy, thou
Dost neither age nor winter know;
But, when thou’st drunk, and danc’d and sung
Thy fill, the flowery leaves among,
(Voluptuous and wise withal,
Epicurean animal!)–
Sated with thy summer feast,
Thou retir’st to endless rest.
This poem was written/submitted by Anacreon.
