deep in the concrete jungle, there is a small oasis hidden in the courtyard of aging hotel, a forgotten service entrance, cracked sidewalk, seeds blown caught in the crevice’s dust gathered by rain, layers roots growing down, limbs shooting up, a nest fertilizer, a leaky…

Green yet obsolete Concrete fences stunt crops There will be no fruit

When you close your eyes What do you see? Do you picture your future The dream house The dream family Do you picture a career Your life Your success Now what does that look like? It’s different for you Everyone dreams different So let me…

Write a nature poem set in a city. or Write a poem about technology in the context of nature.

The dark green of the jungle cloaks my presence Thick vegetation dampens the noise of my cries My surroundings hide me in fear of what I could do But I can’t move, my might suppressed by traps The King of the Jungle, how far below…

I splash, l dive, l tumble swimming up the cool stream my beak digging into mud, foraging for a yabby lunch, I nest in my burrow, away from the sun I am rather adorable unique as they come    

Although living in a cage, I am a bird; flying in my dreams. Mine is a story untold; I wish I was enough bold! In the question marks I believed, And in the doubts, I often dived. I imagined to come out of the cage,…

  My furry friend my faithful companion my playmate my guardian. You were always brave,  with those expressive eyes  you’d always manage to get your way. Even when caught red handed… Oh what simple pleasures satisfied you,  playing fetch, Taking long walks in Albert Park…

When Gracie cuddles up to me a fur ball of love is all I see. I refer to her as my therapy dog and people seem to play along. But it’s really not a joke to me. My Gracie is great therapy. There’s nothing wrong…

Your muzzle grows white Poor, old girl. Affection starved Hoping this time Someone will have time Someone will help with the stairs Someone will brush me And feed me And walks me And loves me.