Home > Creative Writing > Poetry
Created on: April 20, 2009
Open doors are always closed
Broken are the stems of a rose,
Shadows seem alive at times
Enchanted forests are there
Reflections in the morning dew
View!
Alas, the hate is happy
This love I have not tasted
Inspiration comes and goes
Open are the petals of the rose
Not all observations can be heard.
Learn more about this author, Bruce McDaniel.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.
Below are the top articles rated and ranked by Helium members on:
Poetry: Observations
In the darkness, past and present,
Of man's ignorance untold,
Breeds a virus so unpleasant
It releases not its hold
On the elements
"Village"
I walked through your village today and sighed,
Anticipating all of the ancient treasures, I might find.
I walked
by James Lyons
Thoughts of Self creep in. Self-centeredness settles. Unpacks.
Making itself at home, Worry moves down each hall.
Doubt chooses
by Kristi Love
Have You Ever?
Have you, I wonder, ever given a try
to see with your ears and hear through your eyes?
Imagine the sound of
I went out and it's as if from years of hibernation.
I saw a jogger
fast, keeping an even jogging rhythm.
Globules of perspiration
View All Articles on: Poetry: Observations
Featured Partner
Nature's Voice Our Choice's mission is to preserve, conserve, and restore water resources in communities throughout the world through public awareness, education, and the implementation of projects that use applied science and traditiona...more