No genre goes unnoticed in this list:

From photos blurred in backdrops flush with filters

To paintings brushed just like impressionists

(Though some I note from other sites are pilfered).

Although I find your watermark distracts

From screaming natural unnat’ral glows,

‘Least you adjusted all their hues & blacks

‘Way from their boring, ordinary tones.

& you know from no search should e’er be stricken

Such fitting pics of figurines & chickens.

For hours I’d gaze up @ those spritely flames

Bourn by the coupling ‘tween sunset & clouds,

& meshed e’en mo’ unscorched in icy rain,

With thunder white & hot—& just as loud.

I spread my arms & wait for rain to flood

Around my body, soul, & coupon stashes—

Veins running @ the touch of such cold blood

Till filling my soft stomach with warm splashes.

I’ll always miss the weather you display,

Every morning, night, & all the days.