Add to ORKGPoem the begins: I want to leave you, but how can I when your summers are so sweet— when I know that honeysuckles share their sugary scent every afternoon? Their sunshine-yellow flowers grin, knowing their perfume’s descent will flirt with noses. Their ethereal drops float on the balmy breeze, spraying Earth’s skin
As the sun touches the tips of trees, And a smooth grey light gently Wakes up the natural world, The...
strophicpiano and voiceTo his Pupil, Miss Harriet H. Taylor.2337Johns Hopkins University, Levy Sheet...
Dandelion Wine The summer breeze blew through your ruffled hair.My thoughts mixed in the ocean’s shi...
My name is Rachel Carter. At the time of this writing, I am a senior majoring in English and Writing...
This poem, written in one sitting on a Sunday morning, is a reflection not only on the transition be...
[Verse 1] Sweetheart, Sweetheart, dry those eyes of blue, I’ll come back to you, With a heart so tru...
Have I ever seen so beautiful a sight As Butler in the autumn of the year! Today The browns and reds...
[Verse 1] Summer is here, roses are red, Bright skies of blue, smile overhead, Birds sweetly sing, d...
VERSE 1Molly dear, now don’t be sighing,Molly, dear now don’t be sad,Winter days, will soon be flyin...
Spring is returning the heavens are blue.The Zephyrs have dried up the tears of the dewSpring is ret...
It is midsummer now When even the greens turn Hot Shiny shimmery intense green Cornfield Passing war...
[Verse 1] My heart goes pitter patter, No one knows what’s the matter,Just received a telegram from ...
The early morning sun is gentle on the trees, its light drifting through branches made silhouettes i...
Visiting the Garden Winter is goneThe sun is out I open right upI come right out. My bright red com...
I made this poem for my grade 8 english class while we were doing a poetry unit. We had to make all ...
As the sun touches the tips of trees, And a smooth grey light gently Wakes up the natural world, The...
strophicpiano and voiceTo his Pupil, Miss Harriet H. Taylor.2337Johns Hopkins University, Levy Sheet...
Dandelion Wine The summer breeze blew through your ruffled hair.My thoughts mixed in the ocean’s shi...
My name is Rachel Carter. At the time of this writing, I am a senior majoring in English and Writing...
This poem, written in one sitting on a Sunday morning, is a reflection not only on the transition be...
[Verse 1] Sweetheart, Sweetheart, dry those eyes of blue, I’ll come back to you, With a heart so tru...
Have I ever seen so beautiful a sight As Butler in the autumn of the year! Today The browns and reds...
[Verse 1] Summer is here, roses are red, Bright skies of blue, smile overhead, Birds sweetly sing, d...
VERSE 1Molly dear, now don’t be sighing,Molly, dear now don’t be sad,Winter days, will soon be flyin...
Spring is returning the heavens are blue.The Zephyrs have dried up the tears of the dewSpring is ret...
It is midsummer now When even the greens turn Hot Shiny shimmery intense green Cornfield Passing war...
[Verse 1] My heart goes pitter patter, No one knows what’s the matter,Just received a telegram from ...
The early morning sun is gentle on the trees, its light drifting through branches made silhouettes i...
Visiting the Garden Winter is goneThe sun is out I open right upI come right out. My bright red com...
I made this poem for my grade 8 english class while we were doing a poetry unit. We had to make all ...
As the sun touches the tips of trees, And a smooth grey light gently Wakes up the natural world, The...
strophicpiano and voiceTo his Pupil, Miss Harriet H. Taylor.2337Johns Hopkins University, Levy Sheet...
Dandelion Wine The summer breeze blew through your ruffled hair.My thoughts mixed in the ocean’s shi...