Writing Prompt
POEM STARTER
Compose a pastoral poem that describes a meadow full of wildflowers.
Pastoral poetry focuses on the human connection with nature, and often idealises simple country living.
Writings
Enjoy The Little Things š¦
She runs through
a bright green meadow.
The sun is shining
Brightly on her face.
The air smells of roses ,
gardenia & lilac blossoms.
She sees wildflowers
All around her, in every color
Of the rainbow .š
The birds are chirping
and singing. She sees
Monarch and Swallowtail
butterflies everywhere, they
seem to be chasing
Her! She also sees rabbits,
chipmunks, and squirrels šæļø
jumping ...
The Golden Fields
Youāre barefoot, stepping your way through a Forrest.
Trees as green as the start of spring, provide you the oxygen you need.
Your feet takes in Mother Nature and the earth, the soil and the tree roots.
As you step out of this magical world of a Forrest, your feet sink into the dirt.
Your eyes take in the surroundings, your no longer in Forrest. No, you see, you are in a field of wildflowe...
Dawn
Looking at a sky drawn city
When buildings become monuments
Resonate a fawning meeting
Advents that relent
A comatose dose of verbose feeling
A toast that hosts
The ataraxy of
A single lily at dawn
At any location
On a murky forest green swamp
On a nuclear lawn
Especially at star kissed crossword
Assortment of colors crossed
In touch with others
Intermingled shimmered single...
Meadows
On a distant hill, beneath a vast blue sky, there stood a single tree, ancient and wise. Children from the nearby village would often gather beneath its sprawling branches, finding joy in its shade, climbing its sturdy trunk, and listening to the wind whisper through its leaves. The tree had witnessed countless seasons and sheltered many generations.
However, over time, the village began to chang...
Pebbles
If one ugly pebble
Taken from the beach
Where it once was surrounded by others just a like it
Just a little less smooth and a little less perfect
If it was tossed into the sea
To join the other fallen stones
Would anyone really notice?
Would it even make a sound?
Iām sure thereād be a plop as it hit the water
Maybe a few rings would radiate from the impact
But after the fact
After that pebble has...
Meadow
Swaying yellow daffodils
abound the rolling hills.
They wave their delicate petals;
the bright cheer in all the meadows.
Amid the pollinating bees,
of course there are clumps of daisies.
White to match the puffy clouds above,
theyāre here to share their love.
Pops of color here and there,
purple lavender gives its share.
Oh so lush,
with their magical touch.
Dandelion petals blowing in the win...
Free To Be Me
I emerge from the tree line.
A sight full of wonder and color in front of me.
Pinks, purples, blues, and reds.
All interspersed amongst the grass.
I lean down to smell a flower
Its fragrance is divine.
I decided to pick one. Then another.
A hoard I start to amass
I weave them into a tiara.
A crown for all to see
I'll wear it to school tomorrow
And show it off in every class.
For now, it's the o...