poetry about beauty (Remove filter)
Wild Flowers
In the blue-green meadow
of my silent soul,
scorpion grass -
dormant for decades,
now grows wild and free,
sustaining me,
spreading love
for the aching world
to behold its beauty.
Monday 25th February 2019 3:27 am
Recent Comments
Larisa Rzhepishevska on I Know Those Who Hate The War
27 minutes ago
Russell Jacklin on Death of Fanny Adams
2 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on An act of kindness leads to a divine reward
9 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on Le Chat noir
9 hours ago
raypool on Death of Fanny Adams
11 hours ago
raypool on celestial school of verse
11 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on An act of kindness leads to a divine reward
12 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on June 2025
12 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Here Today Gone Tomorrow
14 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on celestial school of verse
19 hours ago