Free Verse
A Sense of Peace
Dear Teacher
Death Can Strike Twice
Drunk Driver
Empty Dreams
Echoes of the Future
Facets of Life
Forgotten House
Freedom of Imagination
Hidden Danger
Hidden Truth
Huddled in a Doorway
Humanity Abandoned
Innocent Lives
Irresistible Force
Kaleidoscope
Legacy
Lunar Echoes
Merry? Go-Round
Mighty Weapons
Moment in Time
My Friend
My Journey
Odd Socks
Predator
Realm of Fiction
Released by your Touch
Remember Me
Shadows of my Mind
Shadows on the Edge
Spring has Arrived
State of Mind
Stones
Storm
Take Me As I Am
Tenerife
Thread-Bear
Tidal Wave
Touching Lives
Turbulence
Winter Numbness
Rhyme
Bullied
Computer Addiction
Dare to be Different
Hydraulic Arm
Hair Rebellion
Imagined
Life Is An Express Train
Loneliness
Related to the Addams Family
Words
Snippet Challenges
A Wintry Ballet
Acceptance Denied
Disarranged
Distorted Image
Homophobia
Jilted
Journey To A New Life
Lost Village
Memorial Candle
New Beginning
Nightmare Trip
No Compassion, No Dignity
Old Age
Opening the Book
The Estate
The Matrix
Vast concrete jungle
of the sprawling metropolis,
creeps slowly outwards;
swallowing my tiny village,
which lies in its path.
How I mourn the loss
of the Village Green -
with its glorious borders
of tiny seedling plants:
true heart of the community.
What fun we had,
on summer Sundays;
watching willow greeting leather;
while chubby babies,
in frilly bonnets,
played happily on the grass.
The thunderous roar
of incessant traffic,
has replaced the sweet chirp
of fledgling birds,
echoing through
cherry blossom trees.
Where is the farmer
who sold baskets of eggs,
still warm from the hen?
Rows of squat houses
fight for precious space
on his once rich land.
And still the concrete jungle
is not satisfied:
hungrily, it bites deeper
into the countryside.
words used: blossom, green, cherry, willow, seedling, bonnet, chirp, fledgling, egg, basket
ŠNina Simon 2005
