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This poem speaks more of the wind, the scent and of my island. It speaks about me.
Nell by Brendan Hunt
"Nell" is a poem inspired by the movie but not about the movie. It talks of the need to rediscover the simplicity in life. It is a poem about escaping everyday life and finding something richer, more spiritual.
An observation of life from an attic window whilst living as a student in Stirling (Scotland) and spending too many hours town- watching rather than studying.
This poems is about the stars. I have admired them from afar, for most of my life. These are some of my thoughts.
I wrote this poem while in Colorado, after an evening in the mountains with a very special friend. While leaving the mountains I was feeling very empty inside, knowing it would be a long time before we shared a moment like this again.
In writing the poem, I decided to write about both the mountain, and the person at the same time, using descriptions that could fit either one. I suppose it is up to the reader as to what I am talking about, my friend, or the mountain. You decide.
In writing the poem, I decided to write about both the mountain, and the person at the same time, using descriptions that could fit either one. I suppose it is up to the reader as to what I am talking about, my friend, or the mountain. You decide.
I wrote this inspired by the amazing wonders of nature and the natural beauty of butterflies, they also have an uncanny resemblance to fairies. Quite charming.
Just a short poem about the beauty of nature. I think it conveys a feeling of comfort and love.
I am so thrilled by the sound, beauty, the force of the sea that I am compelled to write about it. Nowhere else on earth do I feel so much peace as I do when at the sea. It mystifies my entire soul.
Living in a place where you can see the river any day you want adds peace to your heart. There's never a day where it looks the same. I wrote this poem in 1994 when I was a Freshman in high school and because of a teacher that inspired me to write. She never gave up on my abilities, and so, with my eyes closed and pen and paper in hand I sat in front of the river just as the sun was about to set. I wrote. I didn't write sentences, but words. Words that came into my heart. When I felt that warm feeling in my heart simmering down, I knew I was finished. What I had then was this
