Biography of Macy Dvirnak
i am just a teenage girl who takes great enjoyment in writing poetry. my poems are selections for all ages. some poems are meant for more mature readers, and others delightful to children.
As you read my poetry, you will immediatly be whisked away on jubilous journeys, be taught the importance of true love, laugh with me at spontanious scenes, and ride by midnight astride a silver silked horse! so, dear readers, saddle up, and lets ride!
I am at college and have very limited internet access. so postings will also be limited till next summer. thank you, dear readers.
Attention, all readers! I invite you to read my latest poem, The White Lion. I am convinced you will enjoy it.
Macy Dvirnak's Works:
hope to publish 50 - 100 poems by the end of the summer. i need more people to be reading and commenting and liking my poetry though. u, o talented judges of picturesque poetry, can help with that. i u see the name 'macy dvirnak', please read and rate my poems. MY GOAL IS TO BE IN THE LIST OF TOP POETS.
SINCERELY, MACY DVIRNAK.
Macy Dvirnak Poems
Doubt ye not, The power of words, For they can build up,
Spring Did Come.
Spring did come, On butterfly's wings. On a flitting bird, And the song it sings.
Common Sense, Or Not So Common?
If you possess, An ignorant ear, You will also possess, Stumbling feet.
The Master Spoke.
Why is the world here today? The Master Spoke. Why are we sinners, like sheep gone astray? The Master Spoke.
Defining The Cowgirl
The clothes don't make the cowgirl, But the definition does. To be a cowgirl,
The White Lion
I was walking along, In the Dusk of day, When I looked up, And there a creature lay.
A Deceptive Nature
A Day To Fly
If God gave me A day to fly, I'd spread my wings With great glee,
Thankfulness Is A Virtue
Thankfulness is a virtue, That we shouldn't live without. It fills us with immense happiness,
Kiss Me Not
I am waiting for the one, Whom God had in mind Before I breathed,
What Is A Barn?
A barn is many things- A barn is a fun place To run, romp, and play.
God gives me riding lessons When I go to sleep each night. Just can't get the hang of it,
Amazing Love In Everything
I love the crescent moon at seven, And the setting sun at eight. The lilac bushes blossoming in spring, And the velvet muzzle of a horse.
I am a city slicker,
Yet a cowgirl at heart.
In other words,
A cowgirl held hostage
In the city.
Riding a piano bench,
Instead of a horse.
Breathing restaurant aromas
In the air
Instead of manure.
Not gravel roads.
Oh! How I long to ride,
Is how I feel inside.