Category: Poems

Happy Valentine’s Day

Roses spring from vases wide,

Scattering petals through the tide.

Boxes of chocolate arrive at your door,

With ribbons a’dancin’ to the floor.


‘Tis a day of love, a day of joy,

A day when one heart speaks to another.

A day of rest and quiet fun,

As he says “I love you.”


A little note expressing thanks,

A vase of flowers saying hi.

A hug, a kiss, a little grin,

It’s Valentine’s Day today!



Hi, readers! The title might turn you off, but please bear with me! I wrote this poem out of the blue, not even intending it to end up like this. The rhyming and rhythm surprised me.  I originally wasn’t going to publish this but it came out better than I expected. Enjoy!

Who ever knew

Your secret thought?

Who ever dreamed

Your secret came to naught?


Your life is full of “ifs”,

“Buts”, “Ooohs” and “Aaahs”.

Where’s the rock of your youth?

You seemed so sure of yourself…… (more…)

The Seasons

Autumn comes when the wind blows hard,

Rustling, roaring through the trees.

Autumn comes when the broad leaves fall,

Gently, swiftly to the ground.


Winter comes when the snow falls thick,

Swishing softly through the air.

Winter comes when the cold air stings,

Turning your cheeks to a rosy red.


Spring comes when the snow all melts,

Truckling, rushing down the hillside.

Spring comes when the buds peek up,

Pushing softly to the light.  (more…)

The Siren of the Sea

The sea grows rude

And raucously loud

As it beats against the rocks.


But could you see,

Through wave and dell,

A silvery back flash?


Ah, yes, it is!

A dolphin’s back,

Crashing through the waves. (more…)

New York

New York is big and very busy.

With scrapers to the sky.

When I go there I get all dizzy

Because the’re so very high.


New York is straight and honest and strong,

It is the eastern gate.

Come all now and join the throng,

It is a turn of fate.


Taxis wheel and weave and twist,

As they charge like cavaliers.

The buses come, they can’t be missed!

As they go through the city’s tiers.  (more…)

The Cowboy

He rides across the wind-swept prairie,

His horse is brown, his gait is airy.

His hat upon his fair young head

Shadows the face of comely Ned.


The sky is dark on a stormy day

As he heads above the prairie hay.

The mountains loom like shadows tall,

As if to break before they fall.


He passes trees, tall and dark,

Mysterious as the morning lark.

The snow upon the top glistens,

Even as he will pause to listen.


The grass beneath him crunches aloud,

As the frost makes them appear cowed.

The stream is trickles

Through snow-fed ripples

As though it were afraid.


The cowboy climbs the plains up high

Before he reaches the top,

He turns around

Gives a shake of his hand,

And he glides away from sight.