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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Trees: 1 of 220

The Willow Tree There beneath the Willow tree, when the sun is striking three. I'll tie the Celtic Knot with thee, our two hearts will both agree Willow tree shall stand in awe, Deer's light step, the Crows strong caw. Waves wash up upon the wall, lovers' eyes become enthralled. Tears of joy the Willow weep, unlock two souls...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Christmas: 1 of 202

The Angels Kiss Once again it's Christmas time and there's a story to be told, To warm your hearts this holiday when winters' winds blow cold. About a man named Charlie, whose home was on the streets, When he laid his head to rest he used cardboard for his sheets. One night as he walked the city upon the Christmas tide, He c...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Enveloped: 1 of 47

Enveloped by the morning haze, as I sit with scalding coffee in hand, on the bank of the bubbling brook. Awaiting the first tendrils of the suns warmth, to entice my eyes to open to a new day. Enveloped by the waking leaves, dripping dew upon the thirsty ground running in river lets into the stream. Adding their force to the...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Wide open: 1 of 46

THE GIFT I will never forget the night they called and said your time had come. Your heart had fought a valiant battle, bravely you faced the setting sun. From the glass that life had given you, you sipped each and every drop. With head held high you touched the sky, harvesting a shortened seasons crop. I remember as I drove...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Holiday stories for children: 1 of 40

Small Wonder As long as I can remember I have always kept Christmas and its' traditions deep in my heart. The sounds of carols and hymns have lifted my spirit; the anticipation of the day and the sharing of tidings with family and friends have always put a skip in my heart and lightness to my step. Watching those I care for ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inevitable: 3 of 116

How many misty mornings will we see dawn's light? How many stars will be left to twinkle bright? Or will they just give up the fight? Just vanish from our failing sight. What are we going to leave the children now? The leaves of the dying trees fall one by one. The once proud giants wither away beneath the sun. I wonder if t...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Naps: 2 of 62

CAT NAPS Boris Ivanavich Merlinsky is the name of our old Russian Blue. He's a big grey ball of fur and he constantly purrs, and he always loves a good scratch. Now, Boris Ivanavich Merlinsky, is quite a remarkable puss. His greatest desire, is to wander off and retire, he's the master of taking a nap. You see Boris Ivanavic...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I hear you: 6 of 167

I HEAR YOUR VOICES It started as a child, I would wander wondering between the stones. Reading names of those who walked this world so long ago. Pausing at each tablet, A red rose rock remembrance, of worldly remains. Dealing date and distinction, heralding pains and gains. My imagination flowing, fleeting faces fill the fol...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Wonderful: 4 of 66

I stand in awe, by the waterfall, cascading down like endless rain. It fills the thirsty waiting pool, and heals my aching pain. I strip my cloths, bare my bones touched by the tingling spray. The child inside me emerges, to embrace the light and play. Then I stop, neath endless drops, that soak my parched dry skin. Blooming...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Truth: 2 of 30

"The Seeker of Truth" I've been a seeker for so long. Searching for words to build the song. Stopping for souls along the road. Adding a bit more to my load. I've always lived for what is right Leaving the dark side for the night Shutting my heart out to the lies, Hidden in smiles, such sweet disguise. I've been a pawn in a ...