A few of my favorite poems- Enjoy!!

AN AWFUL TEMPEST MASHED THE AIR
by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

N awful tempest mashed the air,

The clouds were gaunt and few;

A black, as of a spectre's cloak,

Hid heaven and earth from view.

 

The creatures chuckled on the roofs

And whistled in the air,

And shook their fists and gnashed their teeth,

And swung their frenzied hair.

 

The morning lit, the birds arose;

The monster's faded eyes

Turned 

slowly to his native coast,

And peace was Paradise




































God's Garden

Dorothy Frances Gurney







The Lord God planted a garden

In the first white days of the world;

And placed there an angel warden,

In a garment of light unfurled.

So near to the peace of heaven,

The hawk might nest with the wren;

For there, in the cool of the even,

God walked with the first of men.

And I dream that these garden closes,

With their shade and their sun-flecked sod,

And their lilies and bowers of roses

Were laid by the hand of God.

The kiss of the sun for pardon,

The song of the birds for mirth,

One is nearer God's Heart in a garden

Than anywhere else on earth.



























She Walks in Beauty

BY LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON)

She walks in beauty, like the night

   Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

   Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

   Which heaven to gaudy day denies.





One shade the more, one ray the less,

   Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

   Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

   How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.





And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

   So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

   But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

   A heart whose love is innocent!





































Rain by Shel Silverstein

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

I like dreaming

I'm a dreamer...


I have always lived in my own little world inside my head. Yes, I was very much picked on and teased as a child- and adult! But, it has always been that way for me, and once I accepted that about myself- I have felt happy and complete. It’s just in my nature.

What are you dreaming of?

I think we all have hidden dreams. A place inside your mind where you are at peace and you feel connected to your inner being. The true you. What do you see there? I see warmth, love, acceptance and all the wonders of the cosmos! I know that I am a spiritual being and that this outside shell is only temporary. All the sadness and strife I have experienced in my life does not define who I am and does not make me any less worthy of love.

“Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be diminished. Happiness never decreases by being shared.”

Buddha