junipers

poem #82: stars in prineville night falls, the moon casting a ghostly shadow through the sharp-twigged juniper trees yet is comforting fire sparks go up reaching for the stars which ...

poem #81: music i put on the headphones and turn the volume up all the way it blasts in my ears and even though I am going deaf i can ...

poem #79: typewriter click clack goes the typewriter on the table by the shop in the dead of night tick tock goes the clock by the desk striking midnight click ...

poem #78: bird song i rub my eyes and crack my window draw the curtains and open the blinds and the sound of chirping fills my room it fills my ...

#PoetryShoutouts I wanted to give a big shoutout to @MomoMajesty for making a comeback when she had writers block and writing some great poems like the one dedicated to @Euphoria8. ...

poem #77: lake of the past? (the question mark is to represent how much we question ourselves) the silver reflections tell a story, beautiful and unique but all too familiar ...

poem #76: clouds the blanket of night is being pulled back slowly revealing gray cumulus clouds below it lighting the streets and allowing us a view of all of the ...

poem #75: the afternoon the hot sun is starting to cool down and we sit in the shade drinking lemonade elbows on the grass turning the pages of a book ...

poem #74: fourth of july we run through the streets fireworks exploding above us independence day playing through the loudspeaker rupturing neighbors eardrums but we don't care because it is ...

poem #72: wish i wish on the little dandelion swaying in the wind sitting in the edge of the sidewalk crack and little dandelion seeds fly away turning into new ...

poem #71: dream dreams are floating on the breeze and through the thick woods branches encrusted with thorns and sharp twigs but the dreams easily fit through them they are ...

poem #70: easy goodbyes a block away (haiku) i just said hello but i really have to go see you tomorrow!

poem #69: I have a dream part 2 i have a dream that fantasies were real but for now they are whispering to us from yellowed pages of an old ...

poem #68: I have a dream i have a dream that one day i will dance above the clouds and sing i have a dream that sometime i will finally ...

poem #67: the fairy house across the road from the dairy queen there is a large beech tree tall, with red leaves that bloom in the summer and knobs wrapping ...