At the end of the line, she returns to the earth.

In my opinion, they do.

All creatures, great and small, have feelings. They all have a soul.

A very short poem @KTeilio

A Poem about the glory of the wide-open sky.

A Poem about the Ocean at midnight; written on a beach.

A Poem of Gratitude about the wind and appreciating the overlooked.

Whenever my life descends into times of struggle and decision, I walk to a certain cypress tree near my apartment and pray the rosary beneath it. This poem was written under that tree, during one of those times.

An uplifting poem about the freedom of the birds.

Enough politics. Here is a poem about a cloud.

A poem comparing and contrasting patriotism in the American sense with nationalism in the Pan-European sense, utilizing an eagle's soaring, ever-stretching dominion as a comparative metaphor.

A Poem about the Rhodesian Bush War.

A poem conveying my love for and devotion to my homeland in the American Southeast.

Another fun poem. This one expresses gratitude for a traditionally vile creature: the Florida palm rat. It's an attempt to prove the existence of Agape love, the actual benefit of which remains up for debate.

So, a poem. I was inspired to write this after doing a poetry workshop and had a bunch of ideas bursting out of me. I haven't tried to improve this piece at all, just thrown a few lines together centered around a common theme. Can you guess what it is? I s'pose that's the real test. Here goes!

A whimsical yet profound flexing of verbiage on the subject of the majesty of nature.

For once, I'd actually welcome rain.

A very short Poem detailing and glorifying a morning's Sunrise: A simple concept, yet... Timeless, and ever-more-beautiful.

A poem of mine focused on the fierce cultural independence and rich Identitarian history of my very own Homeland: the American Southeast. It must be noted that a much lengthier work of mine exists elsewhere which tries a similar theme. This other work is called "The Dixiad", and although it remains incomplete at this hour, this shorter poem cannot be fully understood without it.

This work is a heartfelt love-song to the mightiest of the broad Western rivers: The wide Mississippi River, the ever-contended Rio Grande... And the deep, Canyon-graced Colorado current. May all three of these wondrous Works of God forever flow across the Continent in joyous Earthly Harmony.

Upon re-reading a very old and whimsical Poem by the Scottish bard, Robert Burns, I was inspired to pen this trivial but witty thing: an address of self-less and sympathetic gratitude to an often-disease-ridden airborne Insectoid parasite of the Tropics of the World.

The other night, I thought: "I have been taking to the pen quite often, as of late; still, I have not written a poem purely and solely pontificating on the natural world." I then promptly attempted such a simple task: and failed. Here is the otherwise-successful result.

Sea shanties and the ballads of maritime piracy amongst them have been springing up from covered galleys since the days of the Greek Trireme. Here is my attempt at fusing the classical Victorian literary cadence with the waltz-like structure of a shanty. The theme tried: Privateer-Captain Edward Teach, better known as Blackbeard, terror of the Atlantic.

The water is flowing, the water is rushing...

The start of day, the start of night.