I like reading fantasy. Every once in a while, I write a poem about something.
The sun shines bright upon this winter day; Each glowing drop of springtime shining down And most the snow has melted all away
By Shamus Schneiderabout 11 hours ago in Poets
We like to imagine our ancestors as simple Heathens, living their lives without much thought or care Year by year, taking each day as it came
By Shamus Schneiderabout 12 hours ago in Poets
many frogs sit on a stump they watch silently until one day ribbit water is everywhere help call the coast guard glub
By Shamus Schneider2 years ago in Poets
I walked through the woods, my mind adrift, and my feet wandering freely. I came upon a clearing, and within the clearing stood a tree.
By Shamus Schneider3 years ago in Poets
cold pierces from within. a familiar pain. a comfort. my body feels fear. my mind feels peace. most feel discomfort mistaking a lack of feeling
Three sparrows rest on a snow-laden branch The forest, a bated breath As the sky fades to black
