21. An Ocean Of Memories
Analysis of Form and Technique
My family is the ocean around us.
My father is the hurricane,
knocking anything and everybody out of his path.
Analysis of Form and Technique
My family is the ocean around us.
My father is the hurricane,
knocking anything and everybody out of his path.
That's the same for me! Except, my younger sister is the storm haha.
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Famous Poem
Though all the fates should prove unkind,
Leave not your native land behind.
The ship, becalmed, at length stands still;
The steed must rest beneath the hill;
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Outside my window flowers bloom
In a rampant disarray.
They pay no heed to color schemes
In their wonderful display.
In a dusty, dark corner of a very old house,
sits the tall, wooden worn out clock.
It has seen its share of memories and pain,
keeping perfect time with a tick and a tock.
We're all clocks just trying to keep up with time, knowing full that in the end, time will win.
Water the seed, and a plant will grow.
Feed the plant, and a tree will grow.
Give a tree room, and it will bloom.
A seed to a plant,
I had an idea of what being a father was. But, as I had my own children, becoming a father made me reflect and change completely my relationship with my parents and what I conceived as being...
My dear neighbor, Nellie, who is in her 80s, asked me, as I am an artist, to paint a picture for her to give to her husband for Christmas. She said he loves the poem "Here Comes the Fog" by...
A little egg under her mother's wings.
Yet to be born into the world of things.
A crack and a pop, out she came.
Yes it touches to my heart.
As we are the parents who do this for our children to make them strongest on earth.
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Grand oak
A majestic figure
Always standing straight
I gracefully bloom in July,
Clothed in a delicate silk,
Fringed with a delicate lace,
Sprinkled with the color of milk.
This is a very beautiful poem. The inspiring topic and the perfect rhyme add charm to the poem. I can picture the lily standing in the field, a glimmer of beauty in its entire surroundings,...
SPRING
I slowly unfurl to the wide World
Stretching up to the blue sky
I had a little seed that I had found upon the ground,
I kept it in my pocket where it was safe and sound.
What may it be, this tiny little seed, now tucked inside my cloak,
could it be a sugar maple, or perhaps a mighty oak?
Flecks of blue
Lavender delight
Morning gold
The black of night
Famous Poem
The mountain sat upon the plain
In his eternal chair,
His observation omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.
Famous Poem
An oak tree and a rosebush grew,
Young and green together,
Talking the talk of growing things-
Wind and water and weather.