Charliebo

Beyond my window’s dusty pane, Either side the travellers lane, The meadows fold, Like seas of gold, Wreathed in plants That nature grants To embroider its flaxen gown, Adorned in ...

On winds it wafts, like scent unsmelt, Without passing lips, on tongues may melt, Distinct to touch though left unfelt, Kindling every sense. Bright enough to blind the eyes One ...

I see the scraps of morning Gently amble over-head, The farm-cat fiercely yawning Stretching, Scratching on my bed. All about, The air is thick with Light anticipation As i slip ...

If, in some deep, unthought of place, The dead could congregate with grace, They'd shuffle, wartorn, timid, bold, All breathless in the dusty cold, Of every race, creed and kin, ...

a seriously revised and condensed version of a very old poem of mine. i feel this one is a lot better in many ways. would appreciate your opinion. ^^ After ...

Day becomes a simple word And hours hard to keep When you're waking in a different place from Where you went to sleep The world's a box you've opened But ...

All the night while he slumbers So very far away I lie and watch the window where The wordless raindrops play And the moon makes them glow Silver in the ...