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spring poems
summer poems
winter poems
fall poems
animal poems
peace poems
love poems
spring poems
The Spring And The Fall
In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
The trees were black where the bark was wet.
I see them yet, in the spring of the year.
He broke me a bough of the blossoming peach
That was out of the way and hard to reach.
In the fall of the year, in the fall of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
The rooks went up with a raucous trill.
I hear them still, in the fall of the year.
He laughed at all I dared to praise,
And broke my heart, in little ways.
summer poems
Where in the world did you go summer?
I felt your warm breeze flow through the window of the car
as I made my way through the highways of the big apple.
Where in the world did you go, summer?
I had you close,
as I walked the streets of Central Park.
Where in the world did you go, summer?
I felt you so near as I walked down 5th avenue.
Where In the world did you go, summer?
I felt your heat moisturize my skin with sweat.
I never saw you go;
I had you in the palms of my hands.
Fall poems
There's a crispness in the air that greets the morning sun, a feeling of anticipation, a new day has begun.
Harvest days are ending, winter is drawing near, yet in between is surely the most special time of year.
They call it Indian Summer, and it seems to fit the bill, for it's as if the Lord took a feathered brush and painted all the hills.
Winter Poems
Sensational tresses like locks of snow Passionate eyes like embers aglow A pale face with indication of desire Surrounded by subtle white fire Delicate limbs carved by ice Shrouded in thy gown of sleet
Alluring smile; we it shall enticeStill she lies, so quiet and sweet
Jack frost
Look out! Look out!
Jack Frost is about!|
He's after our fingers and toes;
And all through the night,
The gay little sprite
Is working where nobody knows.
He'll climb each tree,
So nimble is he,
His silvery powder he'll shake.
To windows he'll creep
And while we're asleep
Such wonderful pictures he'll make.
Animal poems
hear of a place that is made of gold,
a place where we shall never grow old,
But one answer I have not heard at all,
will there be paw prints from my little dog?
He promised us joy right from the start,
peace poems
peace poeSound of thunder, flash of light;
Children screaming, the sound of fright.
The bombs that fall, from up above;
They take away, those that we love.
Love poems
I have a feeling
That I can comprehend
In my deepest thoughts your are
More than just a friend.
I wouldn't want to
Rush us now
As love we explore
But there's a growing love inside
That we just can't ignore.
