Another poem for school, unknown type.

the moon waves its hands across the night/shining down its silver light :: poetry

Une poésie issue d'une écriture automatique et d'une idée sur le nombre de syllabes croissant. La forme de la poésie est en vers libre et rime plate, écrite le 16 août 2017.

An ode to Blue Mountain and California rain.

o the sea green waves battering the golden sands/ocean and waves upon the land :: poetry

Nature surrounds us. Look carefully.

[OS du FOF] Devant l'adversité qu'est le temps, ils fleurissent et lentement, main dans la main, tous ensembles, s'ouvrent. Bonjour soleil, disent-ils en cœur.

Each chapter will have a poem about an animal.

the leaves, they locked hands over our heads/and so they were like a hallway leading off to some beautiful unknown / poetry /

Another poem for school, 7th grade I think. I believe this poem is more spiritualistic than anything

When you were a kid, did you ever spend hours playing outside (in the bush) and then realise with a shock that the sky was getting dark and had to hurry home (which was a tin shed in the middle of said bush)? Well, here is a poem.

It was pouring over here earlier...

There Will Come Soft Rains "And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone."

Nature creates imagination and reverence.

when the boughs break.

Poetry can bring objects to life. Imagination is the key.

Not the night before Christmas ... just about a storm doing what strong storms do.

A short poem that I wrote about the different seasons. Note that I wrote this a while ago, so the writing isn't that great, but I decided to post it anyways. Hope you enjoy :)

Poetry form: Sestina (if you want to, check out Elizabeth Bishop's online first). I wrote this in 2015 and only tweaked it a little. Don't be daunted by the blocky structure! Rated T for ambiguous big gentle animal killing, with hints that children are watching. Includes the sea, children, innocence? and animal blood. Dang, that sounds morbid and graphic. It's really not!

Un petit poème sur la nature qui m'est venu en tête

A poem about some chicory flowers

Youthful adventures are priceless. Even old age cannot diminish the emotions felt long ago.

This is another one that I wrote when I was 14. I have like three of them that I wrote when I was 14. Remember my poet skills have advanced from that time when I first started writing poems.

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Freedom begins in nature.