Poetry: Fresh air 84 Articles

by K.C. Jean Kellam

I am not running away, I swear Just stepping out to get some air That is not the wind beneath my feet Just a breeze ever so sweet Fresh air is all I ask A moment alone is all I need Don't get the wrong impression ...read more

by Lisa Kates

Fresh air Swooshing breezily Windows opening. Spring air Fresh Spicy Sweet Earth's awakenings. Fresh air Perfumed muse Scents of Freshly mowed hay Pink and white clover. Fresh air Wafting cherry blos...read more

by Jared Garrett

Morning fresh air and light glow into my prison drawing me from slumber penetrating the wool curtains of my heart i arise searching depth a way to return with honor flying colors looking for a compass ...read more

by Rachelle de Bretagne

Using the rhythm of the poem "If" by Rudyard Kipling. If you can change your overall consumption Of petrol products that pollute the air, And realistically assess your gumption, Until you make decisions that are ...read more

by Mascaretta Shamoo

Fresh Air, The Breathe of Angels, Cleansed by Mother nature, with snow or rain, Came with Father Time, Designed to Tickle your nose, Fill your lungs with Peace, Your Heart with contentment.read more

by Tarra Davis

Breathe in Breathe out Twirling, laughing Filling my lungs I pointed at the devil laughing uncontrollably At the sight Of two birds colliding in the sky It's not funny It's unimaginable It's not love It's d...read more

by Karen Jones

Fresh Air Nature's soft breath Tantalizingly brushes my skin, Gently permeating to depths of my lungs; I taste the purity. My soul soars high on the Fragrant spring breeze, Akin a butterfly Awakened from metam...read more

by Jennifer Searle

Warm, moist, soft Milk-weed blowing Honey bees waft Flower growing Deep breath Lungs fill Toxins death Chemicals nil Breeze tickles Hairs rise Skin prickles Mind flies Sweet, gentle, mild Toes in gr...read more

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by Carl Jeffreys

My winter's morning ritual begins inside At five o'clock, sheets and blankets wrapped tight Moonlight peeking through the folds of the curtains Uncompromising chills hasten my transit From bedsheets to bathroom Hot ...read more

by Scott Scherr

A Stale Life How long must we stay within this box? All of us packed in together, our own little community prison. Lights out for so long, can't remember what the sun looks like. Is this what's become of our liv...read more

by Jordyn Rhorer

Calming breaths soothed our silence. Starlight illuminated the edges of your smile and your calloused fingers caressed the velvet curves of spotted night skies. Your palms were raised into the black, stretching out to...read more

by C. L. Craven

"On The Roof" He said all he wanted was a bit of fresh air. I sat waiting on that uncomfortable chair. His friends stood around me just waiting to see, If he would return and would they get lucky. An hour had pass...read more

by Jane Allyson

Fresh air. Wide eyed and even a little scared, we came. We wondered what the sweet taste was. It was the air, pure and uncontaminated by Poisons from the traffic and the factories. We breathed it in, cool and crisp....read more

by Robert Irvin

The air is thick And hot. It stinks of the city And cars. The noise all around me, It blares. How I wish I were home. Where the air doesn't stink And everything's green. Trees and flowers grow Near a mountain s...read more

by Effie

Fresh air. I enjoy the fresh morning air, In the early morning air, Banishes all stale air, From the night before, The early morning air brings a new day, The birds are chirping in the fresh morning air, The ani...read more

by Jill Blake

Today I went to catch a fish To put in momma's serving dish I put a worm upon my hook And settled back to read a book I waited and I watched my line While hoping soon to see a sign I played with sand, I played...read more

by Jack Ivey

You ask is it fresh, is what fresh I say The air that I feel on this warm summer day That soft blowing breeze, which flows past my face Invisible in flight, no color, no trace But there is no taste, no texture, no feel...read more

by Peta Cameron

Crisp and clean is the mountain air I breathe. The open window allows the wisp against my skin. The face of my friends who make me laugh. My Lotto numbers that win first prize. A beautiful dress on my wedding day. Th...read more

by Linda Batey

Scent of lilacs linger in the morning sun God's gift of another day has begun, Fingers dig into the cool, damp soil As I begin my day of gardening toil. I close my eyes and breathe, long and deep, Letting scents int...read more

by Bob D. Caterino

This is amazing I can't believe it For this makes me sing It ain't the pits Nope, this is a joy What is it you say? My wife had a boy it happened just today. The boy was hanging by his feet The doctor slaps him, n...read more