Pages tagged with Sunset
The glory of a sunset and the beauty of May give tribute to the memory of each fallen soldier...
Here are some random jots from my notebook, more thoughts than poems. Why not try writing poetry? It is fun and a lot easier than you think, as these three offerings highlight.
A short poem about the sunsets and sunrises and what you might see and hear. All about natures gifts.
I love travelling. It always turn me on . These are the few pictures I love the most.
I found in an old New England cemetery the broken remains of a long forgotten gravestone and wrote this poem as a result...
There is a journey no-one wishes to take. Losing a loved one is the loneliest time of anyone's life. It is a long path back to joining the world around you once again.
Mid September has brought cold weather to Maine, and the leaves now begin to change. It is the time of the harvest moon and autumn.
A trio of nostalgic poems to read on a cozy night by the warmth of a fireplace and the glow of your fondest November memories.
I am missing the summer and the lovely sunsets we have so thought I would do a poem about it.
This original poem was written by the author, Jeni Platt, in the year 2005. It vividly illustrates some of the beautiful things she loves.
On holiday in Greece with a boyfriend. My first holiday abroad with a romantic partner. It was a wonderful trip.
Painting is a not a new passion for me. I recently decided to put myself out there as a professional artist. I do commissions through word of mouth and small shows when I can. 'Sunset' was painted at 2am.
This is a short poem to remind us that despite how bad things can sometimes get, we're never alone
A poem about how a tired poet enjoys the ailing view of Birds fluttering across the white and blue dome of sky.
There are many shades of pink, and I like them all for the feelings they create in me.
The first in a series about a road trip to France, this is the prelude. It certainly was an adventure - or perhaps even a thriller (!!) - our trip from North East England to Dover, battling with the traffic on our English motorways.
As I near my own sunset, I look back on an enterprising episode of my youth.
