Snowflakes
Fluttering softly to the ground,
So light, they make no sound.
So pure, crisp and white,
A cold winter's delight.
Seeing them cover the lawn,
Me stifling back a yawn.
Waiting for permission to go play,
In the fresh new snowflakes today.
Now running outside, feeling so young,
Tasting the snowflakes drop on my tongue.
Seeing them sparkling on the grass,
I slip on them and bust my ***.
2007-02-21 15:07:52
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answer #1
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answered by √ẫηΣşşẫ 5
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DREAMS A kiss shared Beneath the Eifel Tower Romance and wine In a cafe in Italy Exploring lost castles In the heart land of Spain Playing darts together In an Irish pub Dancing to bag pipes As we travel across Scotland Swimming under the sea On a beach in the Carribian Sweaty bodies pressed together Home in our own bed These are just a few dreams Each night I have of you by me
2016-05-24 00:18:59
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answer #2
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answered by Anonymous
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It may indeed be phantasy, when I
Essay to draw from all created things
Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings ;
And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie
Lessons of love and earnest piety.
So let it be ; and if the wide world rings
In mock of this belief, it brings
Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity.
So will I build my altar in the fields,
And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,
And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields
Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee,
Thee only God ! and thou shalt not despise
Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice
2007-02-20 12:44:26
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answer #3
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answered by Phlow 7
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I love it when the sun rises
another day to smile
another day to feel the wind
and hear a baby's cry
everyday it goes on this way
and the sea it remains blue
a rainbow will appear today
after the rain is through
2007-02-20 12:49:52
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answer #4
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answered by Anonymous
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SEVEN INCHES OF SNOW
by Lois A. Wiederhoeft
Seven inches of snow promps
children to slide down
the slippery slope of stones.
2007-02-20 13:08:57
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answer #5
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answered by grandma_author_poet 3
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Nature's Law-A Poem
Great Nature spoke: observant man obey'd-Pope.
Let other heroes boast their scars,
The marks of sturt and strife:
And other poets sing of wars,
The plagues of human life:
Shame fa' the fun, wi' sword and gun
To slap mankind like lumber!
I sing his name, and nobler fame,
Wha multiplies our number.
Great Nature spoke, with air benign,
"Go on, ye human race;
This lower world I you resign;
Be fruitful and increase.
The liquid fire of strong desire
I've pour'd it in each bosom;
Here, on this had, does Mankind stand,
And there is Beauty's blossom."
The Hero of these artless strains,
A lowly bard was he,
Who sung his rhymes in Coila's plains,
With meikle mirth an'glee;
Kind Nature's care had given his share
Large, of the flaming current;
And, all devout, he never sought
To stem the sacred torrent.
He felt the powerful, high behest
Thrill, vital, thro' and thro';
And sought a correspondent breast,
To give obedience due:
Propitious Powers screen'd the young flow'rs,
From mildews of abortion;
And low! the bard - a great reward -
Has got a double portion!
Auld cantie Coil may count the day,
As annual it returns,
The third of Libra's equal sway,
That gave another Burns,
With future rhymes, an' other times,
To emulate his sire:
To sing auld Coil in nobler style
With more poetic fire.
Ye Powers of peace, and peaceful song,
Look down with gracious eyes;
And bless auld Coila, large and long,
With multiplying joys;
Lang may she stand to prop the land,
The flow'r of ancient nations;
And Burnses spring, her fame to sing,
To endless generations!
2007-02-20 12:59:01
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answer #6
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answered by MikeDot3s 5
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What lies beneath the sky?
The beauty of Earth.
What happens at night?
We lie ourselves down to sleep night night.
Why does the sun come up?
So people can see.
Why do flowers sooth are soul?
Because of there beauty and sent.
Were do we go when we die?
We go to Heaven or Hell depends on which one lied
2007-02-20 12:55:32
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answer #7
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answered by °The Earth Goddess° 4
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We live here where we're safe and well;
Why soldiers live and fight in hell.
Let's not forget the ones who fall;
And all the one's who answer the call.
We must stand to stop this war;
Before we lose any more
copyright:2005 Anna S.
2007-02-20 12:59:43
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answer #8
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answered by Anna S 2
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What is this you ask of me?
You want a poem about a tree?
Of flowers and lakes and green green grass?
Write your own poem, You silly ***.
2007-02-20 12:53:40
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answer #9
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answered by Amy Beware 4
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Haikus are red
Some are blue
Simple and natural
but banned by you.
2007-02-20 12:45:38
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answer #10
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answered by Spotlight 5
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