Poem #1: Seasons Change (Free verse)
Seasons change;
what does that mean?
It feels like magic.
As the cold fades away,
replaced by sunny warm days,
and the sun shines bright
in the era of Summer.
And the snow falls silently
and you see your breath,
clouding the chilly air in the Winter.
Spring and Autumn, all their own,
after the winter days have flown.
Spring brings its joy with the crisp fresh air,
and Summer comes along,
Autumn follows by with the tumbling leaves,
as each season passes by,
I wonder what makes it change,
I guess I might never know
unless I try hard enough to see.
But if I must come to a conclusion now,
Be it magic? Science? No.
It's as simple as this:
Seasons change.
That's all I need to know. ★
Poem #2: Spring Is In The Air (Rhyming)
Flowers and bees,
birds and butterflies,
Here to pay a visit with a happy surprise.
When a warm vibe fills the air,
with the flowers in bloom.
For defrosting the snow,
the warm sun will do.
The animals frolicking
in flowery fields;
April showers are fine;
a roof is our shield.
I'm ever so glad
that Winter is done,
cold nights can't compare
to a warm, welcoming sun.
If Summer gets hotter,
and Winter was cold,
than I don't think Spring
will ever get old!
If it should be over,
let me say one thing.
I can't wait until next year;
It holds a new Spring! ★
Poem #3: Summer Fun (Also Rhyming)
Blue ocean waves;
Rolling, crashing.
Happy children;
Playing, splashing.
Fresh watermelon;
Hot dogs, sundaes.
Enjoy a nice picnic;
Score one for the fun days!
Sand and surf;
Salty seas.
Fresh Summer air
with a gentle breeze.
Relaxing and playing;
In the warm sun;
There's nothing else like Summer fun. ★
Poem #4: Autumn is Amazing (Rhyming)
Tumbling leaves from the trees are a wonder;
Flying in the crisp, chilly air that blows.
Not long until we see December;
Greeted with Winter when it snows.
Autumn is a season between two others;
Summer heat, and Winter cold.
While in September, Autumn is young;
The year is getting old.
As each day passes in the Fall;
I know without a doubt,
that Autumn gives a warning call:
"The warmth is running out!"
The welcome in September;
to the coldest days within,
it's Autumn until December,
where Winter can begin. ★
Poem #5: Winter Wonders (Rhyming)
When Winter starts, we know that means
the year is almost done.
In January, we can say a new year has begun.
Spring and Summer flew way by,
And next up was the Fall.
It tried and succeeded at showing signs;
it gave a warning call.
Now Winter first seemed cold and dreary,
long nights of staying home.
But Winter is a wonder, from the warm house to the snow.
Ice skating, sledding, snowmen.
Art from here to there.
Half the things are made of snow, that Nature wants to share.
Catching falling snowflakes,
Glistening ponds of ice.
From all the wonders I've watched and seen,
Winter is more than nice.
If I could make it last forever,
I would make it so.
For Winter has so many wonders,
No matter where I go. ★
Poem #6: Seasons (Haiku)
All the seasons change.
Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall.
Beauty in nature. ★
What did you think? I really love writing poems about nature. Plus, if you wanted to know, my favorite season is Summer. I also like Spring. What's your favorite season?
Seasons change;
what does that mean?
It feels like magic.
As the cold fades away,
replaced by sunny warm days,
and the sun shines bright
in the era of Summer.
And the snow falls silently
and you see your breath,
clouding the chilly air in the Winter.
Spring and Autumn, all their own,
after the winter days have flown.
Spring brings its joy with the crisp fresh air,
and Summer comes along,
Autumn follows by with the tumbling leaves,
as each season passes by,
I wonder what makes it change,
I guess I might never know
unless I try hard enough to see.
But if I must come to a conclusion now,
Be it magic? Science? No.
It's as simple as this:
Seasons change.
That's all I need to know. ★
Poem #2: Spring Is In The Air (Rhyming)
Flowers and bees,
birds and butterflies,
Here to pay a visit with a happy surprise.
When a warm vibe fills the air,
with the flowers in bloom.
For defrosting the snow,
the warm sun will do.
The animals frolicking
in flowery fields;
April showers are fine;
a roof is our shield.
I'm ever so glad
that Winter is done,
cold nights can't compare
to a warm, welcoming sun.
If Summer gets hotter,
and Winter was cold,
than I don't think Spring
will ever get old!
If it should be over,
let me say one thing.
I can't wait until next year;
It holds a new Spring! ★
Poem #3: Summer Fun (Also Rhyming)
Blue ocean waves;
Rolling, crashing.
Happy children;
Playing, splashing.
Fresh watermelon;
Hot dogs, sundaes.
Enjoy a nice picnic;
Score one for the fun days!
Sand and surf;
Salty seas.
Fresh Summer air
with a gentle breeze.
Relaxing and playing;
In the warm sun;
There's nothing else like Summer fun. ★
Poem #4: Autumn is Amazing (Rhyming)
Tumbling leaves from the trees are a wonder;
Flying in the crisp, chilly air that blows.
Not long until we see December;
Greeted with Winter when it snows.
Autumn is a season between two others;
Summer heat, and Winter cold.
While in September, Autumn is young;
The year is getting old.
As each day passes in the Fall;
I know without a doubt,
that Autumn gives a warning call:
"The warmth is running out!"
The welcome in September;
to the coldest days within,
it's Autumn until December,
where Winter can begin. ★
Poem #5: Winter Wonders (Rhyming)
When Winter starts, we know that means
the year is almost done.
In January, we can say a new year has begun.
Spring and Summer flew way by,
And next up was the Fall.
It tried and succeeded at showing signs;
it gave a warning call.
Now Winter first seemed cold and dreary,
long nights of staying home.
But Winter is a wonder, from the warm house to the snow.
Ice skating, sledding, snowmen.
Art from here to there.
Half the things are made of snow, that Nature wants to share.
Catching falling snowflakes,
Glistening ponds of ice.
From all the wonders I've watched and seen,
Winter is more than nice.
If I could make it last forever,
I would make it so.
For Winter has so many wonders,
No matter where I go. ★
Poem #6: Seasons (Haiku)
All the seasons change.
Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall.
Beauty in nature. ★
What did you think? I really love writing poems about nature. Plus, if you wanted to know, my favorite season is Summer. I also like Spring. What's your favorite season?
TOADSTEP PVO
What just happened what kind of dream was that? Toadstep wondered.
He couldn't believe he just dreamed that he loved Dovewing more than Ivypool. He shook his head vigourously trying to get the thought out of his mind. Ivypool was lying beside him and dreaming too, she mustn't of heard him call out his dream.
Thank god! Toadstep thought with relief.
He nudged his mate and she got up, "Morning, Toadstep." She purred rubbing her face against Toadstep's..
Everything is going to be okay, Toadstep you'll be fine, as long as she doesn't find out about the dream.
What just happened what kind of dream was that? Toadstep wondered.
He couldn't believe he just dreamed that he loved Dovewing more than Ivypool. He shook his head vigourously trying to get the thought out of his mind. Ivypool was lying beside him and dreaming too, she mustn't of heard him call out his dream.
Thank god! Toadstep thought with relief.
He nudged his mate and she got up, "Morning, Toadstep." She purred rubbing her face against Toadstep's..
Everything is going to be okay, Toadstep you'll be fine, as long as she doesn't find out about the dream.
It’s a silent staring match between you and her
The quiet air above you is whispering you words
Words you choose to ignore, words glaring at you,
Gnawing at you from the very tip of her eyes
But you won’t let down, no matter how much
She isn’t saying, no matter how much she can’t say
Because you’re in power, you brought her here
You yell, and she shrinks back, but in fear?
No, she’s waiting for her chips to add up
As life’s a poker game, the highs are all that won
She knows this; you’re the one who taught her
‘Lay low until you gain the throne
To strike back at those who thought
The same as Arrogance himself;
That you, gullible and pathetic, were theirs alone’
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Please tell me what you think, criticizm is welcome.
The quiet air above you is whispering you words
Words you choose to ignore, words glaring at you,
Gnawing at you from the very tip of her eyes
But you won’t let down, no matter how much
She isn’t saying, no matter how much she can’t say
Because you’re in power, you brought her here
You yell, and she shrinks back, but in fear?
No, she’s waiting for her chips to add up
As life’s a poker game, the highs are all that won
She knows this; you’re the one who taught her
‘Lay low until you gain the throne
To strike back at those who thought
The same as Arrogance himself;
That you, gullible and pathetic, were theirs alone’
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Please tell me what you think, criticizm is welcome.