This poem was written once already, but after reviewing it over, I had to take down the original and rewrite everything. I hope you guys enjoy and always remember to "listen" to your world around you... You may be surprised on what knowledge you can learn...

The Fluff of a Feather

Peace of mind

Une poésie dont le sujet est inspiré sur la discrimination, différence ou harcèlement en utilisant les feuilles d'un arbre. Écrite le 12 mai 2017, ce texte est en Quatrain, vers longs et les rimes sont blanches (sans rimes).

A poem about my character William who struggles with murderous urges. Just like any other human being, he contemplates his morality.

Poésie en Quatrain avec les vers en Alexandrin et la rime est plate, elle peut-être dite d'une Poésie Parnassienne. Le sujet porte sur les flocons de la neige à la nuit.

"On those rocks, and cliffs, and 'falls, my best mountain grew."

Living in a big city with a lot of light, I miss seeing the stars.

Written a long time ago, about the kind of praise conducted by nature itself. Humans give praise for many things, including the creation around them. But creation itself also gives praise through the way it behaves on a daily basis. Reviews are always appreciated!

Just a poem I wrote for school. It's about protecting the enviroment.

Une autre poésie dont le thème est la lune. Le texte est en vers libres et les rimes sont blanches. C'est la sonorité des deux mots qui m'ont donnés l'idée.

I wrote this about Earth while pondering how far away everything really is, considering the universe is infinitely large and there's 10 times more stars in the night sky than there are grains of sand on the Earth.

a short poem about being outside at nighttime

A short poem about nature and relationships which I wrote while walking along a river and sitting under the falls.

The night after I killed the jackrabbit, I chased the rising moon out to the spot where I'd left its broken body, and found it there, just before the six-hundred mile mark, due east.

you are a swan looking for fish

Moon, night, stars, me, you, him, her, them, us.

J'avais écrit un petit texte comparant l'Océan/Eau à un Cœur humain/Sang et celui devient un poème à vers libre et blanc qui envoie un message. Le sujet est le pouvoir d'un donneur universel aqueuse dont malheureusement, une source détruite par les hommes.

a short poem based on the symbolism of yellow roses

A poem about the cherry tree in my yard, after a night of rain.

Wars and batttles are fought daily in all forms and species.

A short poem about two kids, love, and what happened beneath the tree. And after. TW: Suicide

Night sky lights up with specks of white/The field continues endlessly...

Whatever quiet civilization grows up along its shores, / The lake will always be a wild animal. / Huge / Powerful / It cannot be contained.

Une poésie écrite le 24 Avril 2017, composé de 3 quatrains, vers libres mais longues et rime plate. Un jardin de fleurs blanches est ici comparée à des pages de livres.