21. God, The Great Creator
A crisp, cool autumn evening,
Stars fill the night up high.
God, the great creator,
Decking out the sky.
A crisp, cool autumn evening,
Stars fill the night up high.
God, the great creator,
Decking out the sky.
Advertisement
Advertisement
I walk around the streets at night.
I look around and see the light,
The light that gives me hope
To find my way back home.
Advertisement
Advertisement
Yet another day passes.
Over hills, twilight presses.
Moon already hung up high,
Welcoming nightfall.
Thanks a bunch for this beautiful poem. Being an English Literature student, I really love reading poems.
I live in a world of yellow and green,
An abundance of colors rarely seen,
With swirling seas of silver and gold,
Irregular at every post,
Every ridge and every fold,
The contour of every coast,
There is beauty to behold.
Once in a while, if you are feeling blue,
When troubles seem to keep coming along,
If you will take the time to listen to music
It can lift your spirits on the wings of a song.
It's very true. Nicely penned. Simple and clear expressions.
When the day becomes the night and the moon begins to glow,
The ocean waves will sing a song nobody knows.
As the mountains peak up high and the trees begin to shake,
When I couldn't find anything for a project, I came to this website and searched poems and found this...great poem.
The wind whispers to the waiting trees,
A special summons to rouse their spirit;
Strumming their branches with a breeze,
And swirling the leaves to add some merit,
Thank you for sharing this poem with all of us. My family recently lost my father-in-law. He was battling cancer and in his last few hours, I decided to read some poems to comfort him along...
Famous Poem
No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
This is beautiful! I love the description, and I will be using this for a presentation. Thank you so much for sharing. This is a question I think everyone has thought about at some point in...
I love a lonely winding road
That takes me where I cannot see
Until each softly rounded hill
Reveals its landscaped mystery.
Vivid view of the wonders of nature with a rhythmic flow as it's spoken.
This work is timeless and will be just as potent 50 years from today.
Deep into the wood where the bluebells grow
Next to them the wild garlic will show
An old oak creeks with a century of age
With brand new shoots and the sun they crave
Analysis of Form and Technique
If I could take a brush and paint the mountains and the moors,
I would splash the hillsides yellow and cover them in gorse.
I'd take the finest needle and the darkest thread of green
And sew a line of bracken along the landscape. In-between
As I walk across the earth,
thousands of things I get to see.
Birds fly high, soaring higher,
and on the flowers I hear the buzz of bees.
I am 12 years old and I have written this poem as a love for the nature. I love indulging in poems and writing them. By my poems, I want to focus on nature and it's beauty.
It's nighttime
Everything is so silent
Serene
Peaceful
Beautiful, very crisp, clean, straight to the point.
Analysis of Form and Technique
A dark gloomy sunless start
Cold and calculating
Frost on the windows
Icy streets
I watch the waves crash in, breaking on the shore.
All their anger dispensed on the ocean's floor.
I look at the sky so blue, sun shining so bright,
Spreading heat and happiness with its blinding light.
Today is the world environment day, As I love and protect our environment, I like to read poems on environment and I searched, so jubilant to see , I found this nicely fabricated impressive...
Analysis of Form and Technique
As a child, I would sit and ponder
at the wooded areas, for their beauty relaxed me.
The sway of the branches and whistling of the winds,
as if they were calling my name.
I spend every waking moment that I can outside, walking with my dog in nature! We are fortunate to live surrounded by many trees. They make me feel safe and protected, and this poem shows me...