Poetry Blog by mollie learmonth

Recent Comments

mollie learmonth on memories (Sun, 2 Aug 2015 01:51 pm)

Michelle on memories (Wed, 29 Jul 2015 07:34 pm)

mollie learmonth on Humming bird (Fri, 17 Jul 2015 06:17 pm)

ali bell on Humming bird (Mon, 13 Jul 2015 01:02 am)

Graham Sherwood on Humming bird (Wed, 8 Jul 2015 05:01 pm)

cats get in the way

Little men with little hats,

running with the bats.

over the hedge and under the fence,

dodging frustrated cats.

people call us gnomes. but thats not who we are...

were pixies born from guilded stars.

hearing mother nature call when all the leaves begin to fall.

sprinkling diamonds in woven webs on frosty mornings

when all thats green slumbers in its bed...

Read and leave comments (0)

catsfariesleavesnatureoutdoorspixieswildlife

twisted trees

A twisted oak coiled round its self the perfect home for a mouse.

He climbed up a twisted branch and made his peace there, he built a nest of twine in the hollow center.

twine woven in brade, ants climbing up in parade. the army came to a hault and flead, they

feared for their lives and would rarther not be dead.

 

the stars a gemstone, the moon an ivory marble in a get jar.

 

...

Read and leave comments (0)

antsbranchescalmhighmindmoonnightponderingsoulstarstreeswoven

close to the twighlight

On a hot summers eve close to the twighlight,

the marble of crimson came rolling down past sight.

 

Misty clouds coating the ever changing sky.

birds whistle their last tune before slumber calls them.

 

Stars begin to light.

Soon it will be night.

Close to the twighlight.

Read and leave comments (0)

birdscloudsmistymoonnightskyslumberstarssummertime

memories

Swaying flowers,

passing hours,

birds in evergreens

 

happy smiles,

worth your whiles

and sappy little trees

 

muddy faces,

fraying laces,

and a gentle summer breeze

 

swaying flowers,

passing hours,

making memories

Read and leave comments (2)

birdsbreezeflowershoursmemoriessmilessummertimetrees

Humming bird

Humming bird, buzzing bird

flying high, oh so absurd.

how i wish i flew to see the forming dew

then left another morning new.

there will be room for you.

 

on the star we'll fly so high

over, under, in the sky.

singing fairies lulabies.

watching rolling tides.

 

flying slow flying low,

over swaying medows

seeking stars that glow,

then going home.

 

T...

Read and leave comments (3)

airbirdsDiscoveryflyinggracefullhighhumming

The floatability of fruit {an awardwining poem}

It's not about what you eat, it's not about what you wear.

It doesn't really matter whether you're a peach or a pear.

When the star you see blinks at me,

it died years ago but its ghost is still seen.

On the crystal cold days when your breath turns to smoke,

something secret seen to all,

sometime then I will fall.

Caressed by the sand man wrapping me with drowsiness,

a swin...

Read and leave comments (0)

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message