beauty

Sunset

Submitted by stringbean on Tue, 05/04/2010 - 02:50

I love to see a sunset!

A sky not just blue

but orange, green, and russet

yellow and purple too!

The sky is briefly colored-rainbow

Colors stretching around earth's bend

With beams bright or mellow

It has not rain or even end!

No end to color in the sky

But brief is the medley's stay

for eventually they must bid good-bye

Night overtakes the day.

 

O Almond Tree

Submitted by Annie on Sat, 03/13/2010 - 20:22

I would like to know, it's simply the nature of curiosity,

How does one grow so, and yet does not bow?

What does one see, you're simply so high in the sky.

It's just the nature of my curiosity. 

 

I would like to know, it's simply the nature of curiosity,

Do you mind all the climbing, clambering children? 

They scale your branches so effortlessly, and I wonder, what do they see?

It's just the nature of my curiosity. 

 

I would like to know, it's simply the nature of curiosity,

What of your glorious pink blooms?

Unrestrained Beauty

Submitted by Mairead on Mon, 03/08/2010 - 21:26

     Spring has arrived. The nippy breeze rushes past me, mixing a soft chill with the suns warm rays. As I wander aimlessly through the new-living yard, simply breathing the crisp air, I feel like I’m breathing in a fresh start, a new year. I smile warmly. The sun makes me happy.

Den Vakre En/The Beautiful One

Submitted by Julie on Tue, 02/09/2010 - 01:58
Den Vakre En
The Beautiful One

Warded against
Weapons of foes
All swore the oath
Save mistletoe

Loki, disguised,
Learned of the plant
The bane fateful
To cause Balder’s death

Loki, the sly,
Laughing guided
Blind Hœnir’s dart
Heedlessly thrown

“Where did it fall?”
“Where did it land?”
Asgard fell silent
Aghast by fate

Mistletoe’s kiss
Murdered the god
Odin’s fair son
Asgard’s most loved

Balder the fair

Listen,Watch,Experience

Submitted by Kassady on Thu, 02/04/2010 - 19:29

Listen,Watch,Experience

 

Listen the air is filled with music.

Books of Poetic song.

The day is flowering with beauty                                             

A Perfect golden sun,

Like the paintings of great Arts Watch the sinking sun,

Wonderfully Ending the day,

Leaving us to wait for the next day

to come