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Why is the sky silvery, gray and blue?
How many stars are in the universe?
Can the grains of sand be counted?
Who arranged the colours of the rainbow?
What makes the sea stop at the shore?
It comes into your life-
A fresh soul,
Awaiting a home
Waiting for tender loving and care
You could offer them the world
A field of friends,
Connected by roots
But when you start to neglect
1000 white lights like Christmas trees
Grow dim as the night wanes
Across the moonlit sky
The luminous atmosphere
Bags of me to ask it why
East twinkle is like an answer
Of its own surmise
Freons The boulders have been ground by the waves
Cascading onto beaches making sand over the ages
Now smooth Stones sit upon the grains
Welcoming the waves that come in with the rains
Excuse me, I beg your pardon,I'm just here growing in my garden.Like everything, I come from a seed,So please don't call me a pesky weed.
Shifting shallows, Shifting shadows
in the shallow deep
Salt from my soul seeps through to swim with her
sadness...
I am here, all wet
With the drops, falling from Above
I remember, when we first met
As you touched my skin, I fell in Love.
I began to wait for you,
Your eyes see so many objects some objects give gift of happiness if you forget to reconsie problems then happiness in your way i can find 100 reasons to smile in a seconds and dance is what happiness can be expresssed poem is like a song read a
Washing clean the rocks in A rainbow of thick moisture spraying off into the opaque depths Tangled streams of rain rushing quicker than gravity Eloquence of beauty translated into the speech of Roaring mist and pounding spray that careens into poo
Frost encumbered
yet sitting in the sun
the green grass glows.
Beautiful to the world
but look inside,
its heart froze.
When sunshine breaks through the clouds
and warm breezes rustle branches
and make the ripples on a pond
Summertime
When bullfrogs leap
to and fro
and rabbits frisk in meadows
Soaring high
Bird of prey
The rustling of feathers
The cheeping of chicks
Large jagged boulders
Long hooked feet
and
Glinting in the sunlight
Majestic wingspan and wild call
Fog is silver, white and wispy
Fog comes out when the air is chilly
It hangs over cities, farms and houses,
It blinds the cars and trains
If anything is in fog's way it's swallowed up in misty blankets
Ya Know I've Found In This Life...
That... Girls And Guys...
Who Behave Like CHUMPS... !!!!!
Like To Play... Mitch Green...
And Beat Me To The PUNCH.... ?!!!?
When My Lyrical Flows...
Walking in the desert is an act of complete awarenesss,
You are a visitor
You must tread lightly
The desert demands respect, you hapazardly and carelessly step, you will be pricked, you will be stung
We have sprinted on our paws from silver fields into the ashen corridors of Office-Max How early we set our alarms, how grown up,who don the coats of men, despite the heat, who drive on four wheels down Park Avenue pasts the willing lemonad
A vast landscape beckens onerous treks
Entreating tilling rocks and honest thoughts.
Paths ahead intersect, awaiting steps
Lined along eager vines and ochre moss.
Oh to be the wind
blowing so gently
Oh to be the strawberry
Red and scrumptious
Oh to be...
wait
The bumblebee?
I don't know about this....
well, if you say so.
One summer day
Lazing by the window
I saw a wasp
Orange and yellow
I jumped from the chair
Screaming in fear
Afraid of the sting
As the wasp flew near
Let me tell you the story
Of a pomegranate flower and a honey bee
The honey bee was flying by
The bloom had flowered recently
It could not resist the pretty orange
And it the buzzing bee
I hate those days when the sun don’t shine
Makes me reflect on the days you were mine
So I hurry and close the blinds
So the rain doesn’t come down my eyes
The Bible says there will be streets of gold
I imagine some reds and oranges will be there too
This crisp air takes me there
Each breath fresher than the one before
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commonbees, pollen-sifters
a poem by riley minteer
You can find me in the fields,
catching water bugs,
and small red beetles.
The simple joy of autumn leaves
Warm, gold hues on a sullen creek
The beauty of their short descent
The ephemeral life we all are meant
They fall onto the winter ground
USED TO BE:
There was a time, long ago and far… far away
When my life, was drab… dreary and gray
WHEREAS, the accenting mist kiss the skies
as the sun warms the snow-capped rise
I love you; and
The wind guides the bayou’s surface
dancing in rippling patterns,
they masquerade around the trees’
and whistle a soft tune.
Crickets applaud. Ducks rally.
Same attitude but different dayI'm over exaggerating on nothingSpeak my peace; Body in flamesThought I was just copingCalled myself being smooth on wavesNot knowing it would not get me anywhere
Golden sunlight beams down on
The grass, turning it emerald.
Leaves fall gently down,
Making their slow descent to the damp ground
Autumn is coming-
No, wait; it's already here.
The world is dying, they told her
But how can I stop it, I am only a child?
That my dear, is why the world is dying
For all the world are children
I was always a man on move, a man on run, a man on Highway
Maybe, that is my destiny, my karma, my go to place, my secret conclave
Highways keep on surprising me as magic unfolds every second
When I arise to the occasionIt feels just that amazingHold me close because you're staying
No better feeling of those soft kissesDon't have to ask or know what I'm missingSecretly planning, always on a mission
Clouds looming on ominous horizon.
The sun hides in fear as the storm nears fast.
Silver linings fade slowly, one by one,
the sight begets fear and ensures it last.
.
.
Autumn flowers
Flowers withered by the march of time and season
Yet I find it very vivid to my heart and reason
Displayed in plain, on the table - a craft made
Where the wandering of my pen is inlaid
Logged between the row of housesand the grassy banksruns the canal;it waters shimmering in the sunrays,twinkling like diamonds, The canal shimmering in Sunrise,as shadows dance within,the sun throwing his rays,like diamonds on the running canal. T
The golden sun raysstreaming through the curtains.Scorching heat,forty degrees at nine in the morning,water in the taps piping hot,vapor from the garden grassas the gardener waters garden,dried burned leaves,and twigs upon the branches,not a bird
Sweet Septemberbringing with her autumnbrightening the colorsmaking the world colorful. A month to harvesthoney and cornand flowers in bloom. A month devoted toThe Mother Maryand month for the Holy Rosary. Sweet Septemberthe seventh month in a Gre
Being hinted down in a
Forrest filled with skyscrapers
Dodging bullet like traffic
I sat down on an artificial
Park bench comforted
By artificial trees thinking about
Global warming, climate change
There is a burning;
a fire of love in me.
It burns intensely for you.
Though you may try,
you will never extinguish it.
birdsong melodiesgentle wind caressing leaves~ pleasing perfect pitch.
.© 2020 Mark Toney. All rights reserved..Original artwork by Jon McCormack
"Mother Earth", you are an extraordinary being,
A mother of fervent virtue and benevolence,
"mother Earth", you are emblematic,
and a productive source of ingenious.
Oh! our euphoric nature.
concrete it is,
mysterious it seems,
Beauty and splendor it brings,
makes our heart feel at ease.
Every spring
that
gossamer
explosion
of pink,
of downy,
almost
frothy
white.
Those crabapple
and cherry trees
of my childhood
and that one in particular,
thickets of ivy
bathtubs of mud
a consortium of
bubbling
bleating hearts
slipping, sliding
gliding with
powers of croaking warlocks
from stick to rock--
careful, hold on,
in the ponds of mountain no tomorrow
mother loon croons her songs of sorrow
and though the tufts of storms blow by
she will not quit her phantom cry
the corpses of canoes will sink and lift
Staring from the window of my home,
I noticed the sky becoming monochrome.
The cloud's curdled in sky's meadow set,
Dangle and are drawn in descend drops of rain which cling to the leaves of plant making it wet.
Staring from the window of my home,
I noticed the sky becoming monochrome.
The cloud's curdled in sky's meadow set,
Dangle and are drawn in descend drops of rain which cling to the leaves of plant making it wet.
breeze like soft hands brushing hair out of my eyes
dandelion seeds float through the sun-bathed sky light as feathers
soft earth below my feet is humble and grounding
The cheatgrass stands sparse dry and straight on the hillthe way gooseflesh causes hairs stand uptheir airy delicateness coated in gold leaf by the setting sun
Our beloved nature,
Gift from our God Almighty.
Earth bless its riches.
Serve as bread weaner,
Where we can eat, breath and sleep.
To keep us, to live.
I gazed upon the darkest sky and then I saw --
The stars. They flash like fiery embers through and through --
To east, to west. They're everywhere. To north to south
Like precious jewel there, so distinct and rare.
There's nothing good as merry as mellow meadows.
An airfield of gentle buzzing breeze; mine shadows --
Doth smile and racing with my fingers; the grasses --
And theirs as if hands they reach on me, wanting me --
I sighted golds within the sun's coruscate beam,
And tiny drizzles are blessings that falls downstream.
The trees now rested in an open peacefulness.
The birds performs aloft, and in bliss with the wind.
Dark brown swampland meets,
Where frogs roam free.
Willow, that’s her name.
They think your weeping, why have you led them to believe so?
Weeping Willow,
That’s what I’m told happens so.
Sometimes at night as the sun is setting,
Falling below the hills like an old balloon,
I see them. Mountains in the sky
Ominous mounds of magic or cloud
in the afternoon sun we
become
different people.
we
change
color
and change into color
The maple seed hangs tight against the wind
But a gust comes through and it can hold no longer
It flies, dancing and twirling on the breeze
Pirouetting over fields and forests
I saw the sun rise from beneath the ground,And bring a time of sunshine and cheer around,When children played around and the nature danced to its own beat,When birds sung their melodies and butterflies came to greet,
the brightest colours fill my head
"will reach your destiny soon, heart said
the BLACK road the GREEN grass around
the sun was comming with me
with his bright ORANGE and glee
the sky was pleasant and BLUE
When I look into the sky,Amidst the dark clouds, Amongst a bed of stars, There appears before me, A star which shines the brightest, drawing my attention.No other star could outshine,The sparkling beauty of my star.I could hear, my guiding star, w
RainPitter-patter, PetrichorLightning, Peals of thunder, Gusty windsA feeling of freshnessDownpour
Did you see her falling from the sky?
Drenched in a stardust cloud.
Free spirit like the eagle that flies above.
Far away from the maddening crowd.
Like foam on the ocean
the clouds drift by
theirs is a vast sea
the blue of the sky.
Like foam on the ocean
changing form with the breeze,
such are the clouds
in the sky's blue seas...
He brings joy to me,
his laugh makes my heart smile,
his eyes, like the sea.
Endless charm is his style,
and he is my willow tree.
Clouds float high in the sky.
They are the apple of my eye.
They are so far, yet so near.
They are so solid, yet so clear.
How fast and scattered they can change.
Yet, they are never in dissarange.
Gurgling, gurgling
Soft ripples
water slapping against the pebbles
pushing the verdant calamus
On the beach
The Wolf Pass by AM King
In spring’s horse ride through the mountainous pass,
Early morning’s dusted with snow that fell.
The horses uneasy, picked up a smell,
Became more unsettled in the crevasse.
The Wolf Pass by AM King
In spring’s horse ride through the mountainous pass,
Early morning’s dusted with snow that fell.
The horses uneasy, picked up a smell,
Became more unsettled in the crevasse.
A passing thought while strolling through the dale.
With their limbs , on hikes , I’ve bumped my head.
Roots caught my boot ,on the floor splayed I spread.
Passing glancing, perhaps giant nemesis they were.
Sun beams drew me to the river’s edge,
Pulled me knee deep in a mound of sedge.
Light’s encompassing aura of gold,
Took a grip on me with a bold hold.
Looking down to see what was above,
Let my garden be a song to you,
When dawn wakes the bird to praise.
Let the woodpecker hammer out your glory!
Let my garden be a song to you,
When dawn wakes the bird to praise.
Let the woodpecker hammer out your glory!
In all the years I have walked among oaks ,
I’ve seldom sat and let their allures soak.
With their limbs , on hikes ,I’ve bumped my head.
Roots caught my boot ,on the floor I spread.
I appeal to you to cease the continuous mayhem you bring upon me but you have turned deaf ears to my plea. My blue skies on high are no longer clear, my bright stars are now dimmed by your constant pollution.
I appeal to you to cease the continuous mayhem you bring upon me but you have turned deaf ears to my plea. My blue skies on high are no longer clear, my bright stars are now dimmed by your constant pollution.
rain when I was a kid meant
cancelled recess, rainy day projects
a chance to stomp in puddles,
the time to wear your pink raincoat
the older I got, the more I began to fear it
If I were a leaf on a tree..oh how would I leave ..me
leaving me..would make me laugh..leaving for you..
you think.. you ask...no says I to me...you know..
leaving for free..says me..right now..I would leave me..
Sunshyn
Still sound of flowing stream
Cool breeze
Creatures singing hymns
Mind at ease
Nature is healing me
Do You Ever Take The Time To Just Recline …
And FEAST Your Eyes On … " The Sky At Night " … ?
Last Night I DID And It Was Quite A Trip … !!!!!
Escape to your favorite landscape
Waiting there is the one who created every sunrise and its Escape
Be still and wait on the Lord
And you'll see that everything is controlled by him and not a remote or power cord
The stars looked down on me
As the heat of the air kissed my cheeks
Your eyes apprised a dreary story
They were clear, they were deep - those beautiful black discs
I felt a sweat roll down my chests
I WAS MAKING A GARLAND
THAT WAS LOOKING LIKE A WHITE BAND
THE FLOWER WAS VERY WHITE
EVEN THAT WOULD MAKE THE NIGHT INTO BRIGHT
THE FLOWERS ATTRACT US AT IT'S FIRST SIGHT
HELP ME HELP ME
HELP ME TO GROW
LITTLE BY LITTLE
I WILL GROW
FOOT BY FOOT
I WILL GROW MY ROOT
I WILL STRONG MY SHOOT
JUICY FRUIT! SWEETY FRUIT!
PULPY FRUIT!CITRUS FRUIT!
Extra tiny dinosaur
Walking over there
Covered in scales and dust and mud
For you life is not fair
Hunted and stolen
Lost and beat
I want to save you
Because you are neat
I walk into the winter night
And the fragrance of the Queen of the Night embraces me
It is sweet
I gulp in lungfulls of it
As if it is a draught
I am greedy
I want to breathe it all in
Like the sound of distant coughing
the masks of people’s courage fail
and we flail in amongst our daydreaming fears
the tears of beast we don’t normally acknowledge
A symbol of love
Only a few
Resemble
With the power
Of the light
What others
Do upon a plight
Of a sun storm
That light as wind
Becomes a greater thing
Of nature
High up in the mountains
on a clear, starry night,
far behind me is the gleaming
of the city's harsh light.
Before me lies a valley
clothed in fog's misty shroud.
These mountains don't know
Laden with thoughts,
like ripened fruit
heavily hanging
upon bent boughs
memories weigh
and must somehow
attain release
from the tree
that is my mind.
Still and quiet
contemplating
A eagle had
To land on
A sun rock
To make sunfire
While sunrays
Lit the ground
Upon sun diamonds
Only to see a snake
Staring
At a sun fly
Said the sun god
Sitting atop
Clouds of thoughts,
Condensing in my head,
Unable to think,
When will it end?
This is how we deal with things
Red, blue, purple, green
Splashes of paint against the canvas of life
Leaving our marks in the world
Black
The color of tragedy and of growth
Represented
by Diana
goddess
Greek huntress
the ancients
understood
your power,
knew
you as
a celestial
navigator-
guide of sailors
and farmers
illuminator
Her next challenge is flooding right in front of her
And the rough stones tremble underneath her feet
A heaviness surrounds a once vibrant soul
Its back now turned from old passions
Glued to the bed, a foggy mind reaches for the fan
Falling off the bed, the wind points its fingers towards the window
The trail I walk is
Well-traveled, yet familiar to none.
Clouds can creep in, inviting
Unwelcome storms
From every direction, heard
And felt
Deep inside me.
When i feel lost,
I feel sad, or happy, or thoughtful,
I simply walk on the beach.
The seasalt air circles me,
Hovering and holding promises of adventures.
In these four walls
I feel restless
My eyes wander
Seeking, yet pause
Spotting my muse
Billowing in the wind
The path of a forest stream is
guided by the gentle branches of surrounding groves
meandering angles shaped by stoic roots
driven deep into the bitter earth
The path of a forest stream is
guided by the gentle branches of surrounding groves
meandering angles shaped by stoic roots
driven deep into the bitter earth
making dirt and mud their mossy home.
Five to seven weeks
I’m hoping for past 80 years for me
Designed with a purposed
I had to find my own
Five to seven weeks
The flower grows
In the soil.
It sprouts from the ground.
In swoops the farmer
To pluck it out.
It is a weed.
Pink petals and
Bright green leaves
Gold-brown pinestraw crunches underfoot;
It's spring.
The sun shines down on me,
Colors take me away
Sweep me up in a flourish of pigment
A swarm of hues and shades
Come to rest within my head
The colors take me away
Consumed in a rush
Under the glow of flickering neon
Boots by Chloe Bernards
I had expected angst and nerves
And instead I got freedom
A trail winded me through
And the liberty of making a new one not yet created
The MoonA light to the lostA hope to the brokenA lover to the romanticsA muse for the artists
All of creation
holds
an abundance of
gorgeous gifts-
an overflow of magical
exuberance-
none are foremost
though some are special.
And so it is
with these givers of
solace and
The green lands on the floor,
Surrounded by bountiful trees all over.
You listen, you can hear, you can see,
But what is this exactly?
What titan war
Erected such peaceful giants?
What earthly force pushed forth
The jagged piers that pierce my heart?
Without motive nor vision nor chisel,
Inspiration has no particular source.
It appears in everything that surrounds us,
the little things that make us stop for a moment because
there it is again.
That feeling.
Feel the hidden Spaces between the lines/ Siente los espacios escondidos entre las palabras
They are whispering the hidden secrets between your eyes/ Están susurando los secretos entre tus ojos
She provides her neighbors with a home
Sheltering those within her dome
Though wind may come and storms may try
Her limbs exalt the lofty sky
When hairs turn grey she'll still be green
The pristine colors of brush and grass swirl together like paint on an artist's hand after a day's work.
Deep green cedars sprout, like rocks out of the sea, from the pastel yellow and purple tide of aging grass.
The beautiful crystalline snow-
falls from the Heavens
to the earth below.
The wind swirls it
with a playful gust
it blankets the ground
like diamond dust.
When young and fresh
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It was the verdant lushness
that startled my senses-
more than the trepidation
of,
where were we to live?
where to work?
what to eat?
Exiles becomes accustomed
to those things...
Peace, wind in your face
Peace, blowing autumn leaves past you.
Peace, the sun creeping through the leaves and branches of the tall daring trees.
Serenity is what I need.
Peace, laying on the cold ground.
Peace, wind in your face
Peace, blowing autumn leaves past you.
Peace, the sun creeping through the leaves and branches of the tall daring trees.
Serenity is what I need.
Peace, laying on the cold ground.
My foot sinks in the moist,
Freshly dewed grass.
I feel my systems rejoice
As my feelings rush en masse.
Nature is inspiration.
Hello, can you hear me?
I hear you, in all your glory
You whisper in my ears
Constantly
But I don't mind, because it's nice
Hello, can you hear me?
I hear you, in all your glory
You whisper in my ears
Constantly
But I don't mind, because it's nice
Step outside,
Trees of autumn glancing down,
Skies of blue freely flowing,
a city skyline in the distance.
As the cars drive along the dirt road,
I long to contrinbute to the world.
and smile
And what of this poet's fascination
with the spirals of nature?
A snail shell's intricate whirl
coiling, perfect...
The desert's dust devil's fury
racing and then dissipating...
The spiritual ecstasy
Inspiration can come from any where you see
It doesn't have to come from family.
It can be just be where you want to be
and I want to be with the trees.
The trees itself can't inspire me.
I know you've seen the empty cave
That echoes deep regret
For time lost here casts darker shadows
Than memory's silhouette
So beautiful
So many sounds passing through my ears
Listening to every bird chirping
Every rustle of the twigs
Seeing so many animals
Deer, porcupines, bears, bunnies
So tranquil
So relaxing
High In the sky sat the moon. Perched on his throne of night.
In a sea of stars he lay, shining ever so bright.
The Sun asked him how he did it.
How could he stay awake for so long?
Flowers brighten a prison yard,
where they bloom they cannot know
their riotous beauty quite unmarred
by the truths of where they grow.
You search out the vast expanses of my soul like a distant lighthouse.
I am a specter that surrounds you like an innocuous, curious fog.
You peer through my dense mist,
I lay back,
splash,
and the sheets consume me.
I fall with my feet planted to the floor,
backwards I fall through the mattress
through the floor
A light fall breeze passes over the forlorn field,
Carrying with in an air of lonesomeness, a desire
To restore life into what has been sealed
Up for all eternity
Stroll through the park
dew on the freshly cut grass and yellow
glimmering on the path. The smell of the sun
mixed with the Pacific coast breeze.
Every year, every season, every month, and every day
Nature is my home,
it inspires me to be who I am
the outdoors is a stress reliever, a safe place.
No drama. No gossip. Just peace
Nature is a place where you are persuaded by your own thought
I saw upon yonder, a tree standing alone,Upon a hill, so stony and cold.I wandered that hill up to the tree,And to my surprise, the tree said to me,
Flora
and Fauna
innocent and pure elements
of nature's dance
you have never known
nor observed,
borders or barriers
and for you,
fences are useless.
Though cattle and tumbleweeds
Snowfall. Dawn.
Today’s a new day; I woke up under a tree.
I did not see it before, was used to being in cages
For the one in my company, I have nothing to bring,
Lady, there, sipping cappuccino
smelling sweetly of scented soap
jasmine, coconut,
lavender or vanilla.
Are you the worldly
sophisticate
avant-garde
an epitome of fashion
dazzling?
Autumn,
season of my birth,
season of golden- hued
leaves
some are
crimson or russet, crinckled and fallen...
These leaves and
leavings
showing that change is in the air
Commonplace
themes
though not necessarily
cliche
they've held their
significance
through time...
For the artist,
creative minds,
these are old standards,
reliable touchstones
Frontier
Endless
Eons
the desert,
beautiful, ethereal
though dangerous.
Starkly
striking
with it's sentinel sierra's
and dull dun dust.
Here, ancient Apache
phantoms
Isn’t she lovely?
Stars, beautiful and glittering,
it isn’t quite fair.
He breathes in the cold black night air.
Two green eyes, white bands beneath lace wings:I'd love such beauty, except of course, he stings
Quenching
liquid
font of life
vibrant
and vital
luscious...
Though at times
wild,
unchecked
and destructive
a deluge
of drowning
ravaging and raging
angry waters
Soil-
beneath
our feet,
the ground on which
we stand
pulverized rock and
organic matter-
a rich humus
fertile catalyst
womb for seed-
for sprouting-
thus, growth.
Quaint, a bee,
Zooms rapidly,
Through the warm moonlight.
Her destination predesigned,
A star upon the night.
i feel at home
when the wind hugs me gently
and the sea kisses my toes
i feel at home
when the trees serenade me
and the grass whipsers sweet nothings
i feel at home
when the sky flows endlessly
Moon-
(not morn,
nor noon)
cool brook
flows
smooth...
orb looks
on
foggy woods
floor-
on blooms
of color-
(showy)
so, old moon
glows gold-
wow!
Space-
truly the final frontier
it is limitless
and it's expanse
unreachable, unmeasurable, unknowable...
Still,
we are a curious species,
full of questions
wanting to understand,
I am.
I am made from molecules of gas that coalesced in space millennia ago.
I am the caretaker to a global garden of life-- but
Alien desolation expands
Racial desperation increasing
Nothing's working, bring the next one in
They said as they ignored the screaming
and the agonized whimpers of their
Look around at the world you see
The waters so deep
The sky so clean
The mountains so high
The trees so green
Unequivocal contentedness.
A trusty oak never fails to satisfy the search
for philosophical soundness within one's soul.
Branches so perfectly placed the seem to
represent a geometric phenomenon.
A world once beautiful,
Now dreary and pained,
The grass still grows,
But dead the living stay,
Trees aech up to touch the sky,
And down to reach the river's underside,
The flowers are quaint,
He sits upon his lofty throne,
with a crown all rusty gold;
Watching darkness all around;
Empty halls, lit no more, all joy gone.
Sunlight beckons, birds, bees, flowers-
His heart responds,
In
Out
My breath like the wind
Ever-changing
As people live
Observing, obsessing
Regretting
Who cares
About the notion
Of success
Money, power, looks
There I was,
sitting.
Chest deep in freshly powdered snow
as the flurries nipped at my face.
The quiet of dusk in the after light
The sound of rain when it first begins
The warmth of a hug long needed
The peaks of mountains I have never reached
The sound of gravel crunching under my shoes
It's Said That … "Old McDonald Had A Farm " …
But What About The Farm Where Words Are Farmed … ?
Through Songs That Charm And Visuals That … " Chart " …
Beauty And Harm ...
Do You Know The Farm I'm Talking About … ?
I am a creature of the desert
I can be no other, it is my home, I am its son
Though the mountains call, and I go to them, I do not stay
But having drunk deep of shade and pine and mushroom loam
A Wake Up Call to Humans
Mother Nature gives us oxygen and in return we bring her pollution.
To touch upon the sweet skies,
that give me such a delight.
Cotton candy clouds - weightless in my eyes,
bringing a beautiful sight.
I no longer worry,
they fade a w a y .
From the moment I wake,
Brrrr Brrrr-- snooze again
Soft carpet under foot
Ice cold water drops kiss my face good morning
Breakfast smells waft towards my nose
They tantalize my feet down
each
there’s nothing like a summer evening
hair loose and feet bare
dumb grins and happy stares
the sun hits the air just so
and the world glows
Inspiration has to be courted,
But, like a person infatuated,
I lack patience.
I am easily frustrated
By the lack of her favor, but
Below this ground lies the infinite ocean graveyard
The seas overtaking boundless promises
Left for the tides to discard
Waves washing away titanium tiles
I want to capture
certain vocabulary
in the shape of you.
But those words should be
free from humanities breath.
Our scarring touch.
She went out with a bucket on the roof
She caught a falling star and she put it in her pocket
She took a photo to keep it as proof
She tried not to let it fade away
She wanted to save it for a rainy day
I get my inspiration from the world around, there’s beauty in my sights and joy in the sounds. To hear the birds chirping, like they’re singing to me and watch the squirrels run and climb up the trees.
Bursts of yellow
Stems of green
Sprouts popping up
and birds unseen
A meadow in bloom,
hopeful and bright
sun whispering in
I sigh at the sight
Icicles drip from the crisp leaves of century-old trees
Snow piles as pure dust like white powdery rust
The night whispers
The owls hoot into the dark
Icicles drip from the crisp leaves of century-old trees
Snow piles as pure dust like white powdery rust
The night whispers
The owls hoot into the dark
Ya Know …..
This Is A Question That Leaves Me Confused … ???
The Question Is THIS ... " What Can YOU DO " … ?!?
My small hands pressed into the bark of an old oak tree
It seems to whisper ancient things to me
Standing on a beach
The sand beneath my feet
Dear December, you are so cool,
I am waiting for, closing of school
And being draped in quilt, down on bed,
Thinking of childhood, healing my head.
At front and behind,there is crowd,
Racing is in the middle, feeling proud.
After a horizon, there is another sky,
Zeal, Jolt and Zodiac between X and Y.
What Will It Take For Us To See ...
We're Facing The END of Humanity ... !?!
Tragedies From RISING SEAS ... !!!
FLOODING Far Too FREQUENTLY ... !!!
In Places That Water Just Should NOT Be ... ?!?
The autumn rain, A heavenly home,Through teary eyes Falls soft and slow,A gentle rhythm, Clammy toes: The autumn preludeSong for snow.
Flowers dance to the wind
Such wonderful show
Roses bloom
Daisy sings
There is no sign of doubt
The fields are nothing but clear
But what am I focusing on?
I am only here for a short amount of time; then I am gone…
Gone with the wind, wrestling the trees, making crisp air for us to breath.
I wake up in the shimmery light
Of the early sun’s sigh.
The rays pour in through the open blinds
Tiny crystals dance and flutter to and fro
Another morning in darling Arizona.
What is water
Is it wet
H2O what is that
A colorless and odorless substance found all over earth
I woke up to the sound of birds and rain
I knew it was spring
The dark winter was gone and spring was here
I love to watch you wind,
as you sway the trees and blow
across the fields in a gentle breeze,
but I wonder where you go.
You disappear sometimes
in a mischievous sort of way
I often watch trees, because I actually like them
I may love them really, but regardless
I find them fascinating:
Standing upright like power poles
or bent over like blades of grass in wind
A dazzling Gleam of wonderous joy
Such a dangerous yet entertaining toy
The fire dances a whimsical jig
It leaps and sparks and grows to be big.
Man needs fire as fire needs fuel
I’m gonna put you
In a wood chipper, baby
Feet first maybe
And the crimson colors
Will match the autumn leaves
Where Rivers Sing
And Nature smiles
Where Forests sprawl
Over Silver Miles
Where Bridges rise
To meet the Land
And Trees stand by
Just holding hands
You better howl if you wanna be heard, wolf,
Sing it even if it sounds absurd, wolf,
Change is everything—now watch her turn, wolf,
Driving, at night, in the rain The street lights invite Colors on the road Get stoned, and listen to Music on the radio You enjoy the visual show The neon lights bounce off you As you enjoy the solitude Colors of yellow and blue That you must pass
Colors of the trees, sound of the bees,
Trickle of the stream, beautiful sunbeam,
Tickle of the breeze, pretty scent of posies,
Nature has no certain flaw,
these are the things that leave me in awe.
H i d d e n i n t h e m i s t
t a k e c a r e t o b e f o u n d, m o o n l i g h t
s h i n e b r i g h t y o u n g m o o n l i g h t
Persephone, Queen of the Damned
Daughter of Spring
A true vegan; Natural blogger
Has a garden so elaborate; winter cannot crumple
Flowers, Vines, Plants galore
A great palace of Earth
Vivi was a dancer
Tip, tippity tap
Her feet intricately skipped
As if she were communicating
The Gods are dead
if you ask the world.
They died a long time ago,
leaving little more than words behind.
But those who know,
can see them everywhere.
Thor is in the smell of the rain.
words spill out of my mouth
and ooze from my skin at the
sight of a july day
spent in the sun
admiring the light slipping through the trees
and onto her skin
it’s late at night i’m laying in the grass with warm company and a full day in my past leaving me feeling filled to the brimthere’s a smell of kids running in the streets and jumping in pools
My right-side brain's growing fowers,
my lungs are sprouting roots.
My heart's a dripping beehive,
its sweetness all for you.
So wrap it all up in paper,
send a burnt offering to the sky.
Lazy, muddy river
Stretching down from north to south
Curling like a length of thread
Highway
With steamboats, paddleboats
As automobiles
Drawling, lolling tongue
Land around home to
Shooting to the sky
Exploding out of the earth
Dangerous yet constant
You are a sign
Though you sit on
An extremely dangerous volcano
Through you we see
An intelligent hand
Beaver, rabbit, coon, muskrat
Some for food
And some for your beautiful pelts
Beaver will buy me cornmeal
For my mush
So that I may sit near the fire
And be content
With my skins
Prickly
And maybe not always the kindest
But we're tough
We won't
Give up our place in the desert
We are hard on the outside
But soft on the inside
Just like America
Come along, my doggies
Move along
I've a wish to gallop this wide prairie
Follow the ocean of the stretching sky
Over my land
God's land
Before the settlers came the east was so
A weeping widow
Weeds of mourning
Covering your face
You hide in the dimmness of the Everglades
Moaning
For your nation
We are great and strong
We have the bear, the
Mighty Grizzly
Takes five shots to kill
Thunders like a raging storm
Mauls with the weight of a falling boulder
Can face the river and stay steady
Good day, sirs
Why do you sit,
And stare at South Dakota's
Brilliant turquoise skies?
I wonder what you see
I wonder what you would say
If you could really see us now
She smiles through her tears
Like rain on a hot summer day
The drips are still falling but
It’s bright and
Beautiful
And you can just glimpse the
The sky was shining blue above,
all the people one in love,
it was almost as if they never heard of
SELF
Her skin is the ebony of tree bark,
Her hair and her uniform are both writhing shades of blue,
Surrounded by natural beauty, God’s greatest creation…
In the absence of urban ruckus and cacophony…
Crickets lull us to sleep, whippoorwills herald the dawn
Lightening and thundering in the heavens. Aves scatter about in the darkening skies, in search of refuge. It will rain and the birds foot shall not touch water. The rivers soon to go into unrest.
Ode To the Wind
I love to watch you wind,
as you sway the trees and blow
across the fields in a gentle breeze,
but I wonder where you go.
You disappear sometimes
I walked outside, thinking that everything was gonna be alright.
My eyes filled with pride, helping me through this joyride.
The trees are red, mixed with tints of orange and yellow.
Path to the Heart
She's the wave just ere it reaches its crest
That perfect moment as it picks you up,
right before it breaks into a beautiful surf,
Reflecting the world in her eyes.
I hear the thunder roar
And wait for the downpour
Watch lovers duck into art galleries they cannot afford
To escape the rain and simply because they're bored
I sit on the banks of the San Sebastian
I remember this timeIt was a time when there were no limits for meI could go anywhereEverywhere And even though it happened in only a blink of an eyeIt feels as though it’s been like this my whole life
Waves crash gently upon the shore as the tide roles in-n-out. A semi powerful breeze cools the air
Standing 4,081ft up, I open my eyes to a 360° view of the Green Mountains. Wind rustling the leaves of the trees.
She wishes to travel around the world,Around she goes in graceful swirls,She closes her eyes.
I know why the willow grows.
It grows for a life it yearns to know.
It grows for you. It grows for me.
It grows so tall for all to see.
The willow grows because it can
because no one told it that it can’t.
They say insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Yet grass continues to grow every time it is cut. The sun continues to rise every time the moon has pulled it away.
I never understood the word moonbeam until I saw one. A stream of milky white on a canvas of dark and unforgiving ocean. The moon seemed to paint a streak down the middle as if someone had dropped the paint brush.
Fixated on the grain,
Time lapses slowly.
My fingers find the clay.
Treading empty spaces,
And filling cracks,
I go.
This pulsing heartbeat
Yearns to roam
To sweep over mountain tops
With wind in sail.
Now, I glide
Lifting above the salty seas
What color red is she, I say.
Her fur so shining-smooth.
It bounces and rolls
like waves of water,
crashing as she runs through the night.
The ginger envelops the currant
There was a time I thought nature had forgotten me. That I had been gone too long to hear her breathing. I decided then that I wasn’t going to let her walk out of my life like so many others, so I left.
Have you ever starred in wonder
At my favorite of sights
A treat that’s only possible
On dark and stormy nights
When the light behind a leafless tree
Seems to set the wood a glow
25 April 2019 4:15 Pm
Oh traveling wind where have you come from
Where will you be when the day is done
What have you seen, what stories would you tell
If only you could stop and sit for a spell
To wake from your sleep
With groggy, foggy eyes
And to know of what you dream
'T is something you keep.
To wake from your daze
Listening to the voices
I notice those faces
Finding a playmate in a flower, tree, sunlight
Showering the sky with love for the rain that pours over
Toes, into cupped
Leaves
Falling away from their home
Some with struggling grip on the emptiness around them.
God wishing to turn over anew,
A flashing of emerald trees fly by,
Rusty brick buildings move just as fast, racing the trees.
Sweat drips from a temple, down a neck,
Tangling with short streaky hair.
I hate the rain.
It's cold and unforgiving fall keeps me from fun.
I hate the rain.
The weight of it when it falls from my eyes is to heavy for my heart to carry.
I hate the rain.
I looked outside the window. It wasn’t pretty or serene
Trees were bending, ducking for cover
and snow hit the ground with a scream.
Unsure, I asked, “Is this a blizzard?”
I looked outside the window. It wasn’t pretty or serene
Trees were bending, ducking for cover
and snow hit the ground with a scream.
Unsure, I asked, “Is this a blizzard?”
The reflection in the pond
of the five flowers that bloomed on the bank
displayed like towers to my floor level frame.
Surrounded by the dirt and decomposed,
and the water swamping my sorrowed leaves
Just east of here lay
A girl of late adolescence
In a field of paper flowers
Raindrops cascade here and there
San Juan, Ponce, Caguas
My island, my home
4,600+ swept under a political rug
Our so called president
Complained about the cost
While souls where being lost
Now the blame is being tossed
So quiet, human nature
There’s only me, with thoughts running my mind
Easy nature, full of smiles
I’m so drunk.
On the Whiskey that is the vibrant wildflowers.
On the Vodka that is birds chirping in the morning, awakening my sleepy mind with joyful melodies.
The maple leaf, in order to better describe it, is a masterpiece as seen by taking its stem and tracking its vestiges of the past, while taking care not to tear it or twist or step on it.
The stars tumbled down at once,
White diamonds upon fragile palms.
Hazy sapphires festered and fused,
As if Van Goh’s Starry Night
Blazing, the brazen orb frenzied with greatFlashing, its flame in crackling blasts of heat.Fusion follows fission in frantic gait.Bloated gluttony or the bawdy teetIt slavishly seeks to gulp, whorish trait! Yet Helios possesses grave powers.Explos
3:46 a.m.
on a post-rain Kansas Monday.
I try to wash away
the sleepiness
from my insomnia laden eyes,
pick a fresh sheet of paper
spread clean it almost sheens,
So it begins.
The temperature rises.
Everyone's running amok
Willing to do whatever it takes
To make the loudest sounds
Find the one,
Reproduce,
Die,
So the ones after me
Why do you scowl at the thought of me, But bolt in the other direction when you see me? I’m like you, i live in fear, always running. And we both live in the woods.
I balanced my back
Flat.
In looong grass.
Felt the tickle of butterflies landing on my tummy
And with the dandelions that sway in the field
The trees in New York are so much wavier.There are different layers of opposites.Cattails in front of my nose, that house on the hill is staring into my eyes.I’m beginning to trust my gut more lately and I’ve been lucky not to blend into a peach f
As far as one can go, as far as the eye can see.
Each time, each step the distance grows near... Once there, another goal to reach is given.
The footprints you leave have been set by your presence.
It was him who found me.
The giant with the calloused palms
I was simply a form
Clumsy in my gargantuan new body
Horns piercing from my back;
It's Snowing In The Forest
By : Brianna Garcia
Theres ice in the water
it really goes deep
Theres fire on the stove
theres salt in the sea
It's raining on the leaves
Like a colony of trees,
Resources we share for all to bare
Twist and swerve; curl and duck
Drawing in and in, each winding root
Water, endless pools of pristine liquid
She is the light of my life.
Was, though now I remember all the
softness from her. Purity, which sickened like the
yellow skin spread over her in the end.
Sunshine always lit up the sky and
I’ve never been good at starting a conversation. The idea of initiating a dialog used to seem as though it was easy . As if the books I read had all the answers, but what looks good on paper doesn’t always work once you look out into the world.
looking at wild flowers,
dancing in the wind,
that attract bees
while flourishing
with each other
they're targetted by envy
that comes from dead flowers,
snapped by the wind,
Here we flutter, soar, and fly
Abuzz, for all to see, an iridescent sky
Our pride, with which we manage,
Asserting our presence, flags raised high,
Dirtied as this world bestow on me
My greens and skins have been killed
In anger to thee I summon
Nourishment to these petals adew
Crystal the liquid Browned have you men done
Freeze of my wrath
Raindrops
Pooling on my windowsill
Splish splash, splish splash
A cool breeze
Wind chimes twinkling and twirling
Crickets chirping
As the lightning bugs flutter about
Embrace the solitude of the sparkling morning dew, never to be rippled by the dove's gentle coo. Saunter through the fields saturated by the freshest of mists creatures about, free in their own existence.
Elixir of Life,
Drops of bliss,
A red so rich,
Drip, drip, drop
A teardrop of
Royalty
Embedded, are,
The tall twisted tree,
now after so many years staring down the same gentle rolling hill.
Her branches weave together with intertwining memories,
Sharp cold crashing waves.
They rush over me.
They drag me under.
Until I reach the bottom.
The ground with sand
coursely rubbing against my skin,
getting into my mouth and eyes,
Water droplets fall from the sky,
flowers yell with excitment,
people scream in sorrow.
But little do they know
what makes one grieve
could make something else grow.
There was a butterfly
blue as it can be.
The butterfly flew past me
but I did not see the wing.
It landed on the shell
looking colorful to me.
The world, a child
her mind, a chamber
for nurtouring thoughts
no creature could blame her
stained skin
with blood so pure
they crave for her veins
In search for a cure
Still it stands,
Tall and strong.
With battle scars a mile long.
It reaches high among the stars,
And makes us wonder what we are.
nature
the wind blows smoothly
animals move all around
a small noise is heard
they ask who goes there
but nobody really knows
shadows hide it all
I built a castle by the sea,And beautiful she stood,Upon her mountain made of sand,As I knew she would.
In my dream,
the weather reflects my emotions.
Not even Mother Earth could overrun
my commands.
One time I was dreaming about
My mind is a labyrinth.
I am trapped in an endless cycle of fear.
I am so afraid. I know what I must do…
I must leave the garden,
The only place world I have ever known.
I must leave His grace.
You stayed;
You left;
Like allergies in the spring.
After flowers came and went,
so did you.
The festival came too late.
I didn't even get to celebrate you.
You have no idea
It is here where we lay our scene:A young fair maiden in a garden greenShe goes to smell the flowers today;They dance and whisper peacefully
A squall blows in from the north
Tempestuous it’s gale rages
The wrath of mother nature
Ravaging all in her path
Heed the call with discretion
Spring sounds like ice cracking as it thaws.
It sounds of new beginnings, the soft chirps of baby birds.
The sound of wildlife returns after winter long silence.
Nature, wordlessly speaks;
Art, ceaselessly labors.
Knowledge's a gift,
And Art, its fitting praise.
The sun and I,
Are one.
Both receiving gifts from the other,
Gifts that pulse through my bloodstream.
The sun and I are one,
The sun
Set on the King,
His crown gleaming as he,
Shrieked with hatred
That the sun was commanding the attention
Of the world.
(god, i thought i would have to be drunk to write this, but i don’t feel pain anymore.
not really.)
There is a place
I used to call home.
Doggies.
Very loyal.
They are human's prime friends.
Do not cause any harm to them.
Canines.
11/10/18
When it beats, my world trembles, shaking in terror.
Tectonic plates of cardiac muscle smashing against their neighbours
I’ll remember
You
Through time’s filter
Turning thoughts yellow
And blue, flowers
Wilting, snow
Falling
the mountains helped her breathe,
and become who she wanted to be.
they guided her on her way,
and watched over her night and day.
to her blooming heart,
the forest was a piece of art.
this in chilling remark, forget the picture, and embark on a change in circumstances, across chasms unboundable by some, unfounded by others, and wanted not for, by those in widst in the midst of nothing left on forest floor unnoticable, in this g
Waves create circles that signify the triangles above
They finally seperate
From the left
From the right
She shoots up
Her white light
Indeed a sign from God
lost my belief
near river streams
waters were splattering my elbows
by stratosphere
beaming grin
I said some things
left your eyebrows in Jupiter
promise you'll send doves to me
beat beat beat
maple branches touch my jumper
sneak in to pair of cloth
go straight to breasts
leaves glitter
dog stumbles
woman overlooks
ray spears her chest
Giant Christmas tree
The giant called Norwegian spruce，
90 year’s old，85 feet high，and 13 tons weight，
Lived in a quiet land of Pennsylvania，
Every road you take leads you to the end
To the cliff edge you can not see
You may leave behind trail markers along the way
But that trail that you’ve marked,
It’s the most beautiful time of the yearFor each and every dudeThe temperature is damn good For each and every dude
It’s the most beautiful time of the yearFor each and every dudeThe temperature is damn good For each and every dude
You are an invisible light
Unerring in your wisdom, your radiance
Only to be unveil at night
Where you shall find me waiting
Dancing beneath you, I shiver and glow
An apology for the long absence
'mother nature gives me life,raising me out of this wet soil.From just a root, my limbs grow -every detail painted with pure precision.
I've stood strong for years and years,
may I tell you what I I know?the sun beamed furiously on me today,I could hear her warm glowsun dry my skin like hay
I had lost something
Lost at sea it was not
I set sail but all I found were people lost
Some were following a captain
Their actions commandeered by one voice
But many were by their lonesome
I am not much of an outside person
I’d rather read a book on the sofa
than ride a bike
but I do love the water
and I would rather take an ocean swim
I'd like to light a match in your skullTo watch a spark turn your brain into a raging fireTo make you think in burning
Could You
September 11, 2018 ~ Tuesday
I’m gripping tightly
Onto that which makes me all I ever was and needed
The words I heard and heeded
We admire the reckless beauty
of the overgrown fields,
overrun by explosions of sunshine-yellow blooms
and tall grass, swaying in tune
to the gentle wind,
We admire the reckless beauty
of the overgrown fields,
overrun by explosions of sunshine-yellow blooms
and tall grass, swaying in tune
to the gentle wind,
Things to become,
With this swirling compass,
Ever moving winds,
Ever beaming yellow - white light,
Ever drifting clouds,
Will you guide me all throughout,
And show me what I need,
Return to nature
my soul
Breath the fresh air
of my innocence
Remember the sunsets and the sunrises of youth
and how bright they shine,
Feet racing,dancing atopwinter snow...or spring dew.my mind stills and there is a passing peace,there is new life and fresh air breathing through my bones.dancing into darkness, dancing out.muscles work to burn away the bad, to build the new.keep
Nature is the biggest inspiration we all have
And we destroy more of it every chance we get
We exert the same lack of respect and love onto this land
When sky speaks of nearby heaven,
and the ground of human hands,
between them rests the freshest angel.
Tomorrow he has silver dollars woven through his course, unkempt mane
The warm and stiff Summer air,
The gentle dance of the golden stems,
And the blue home placed on the horizon
Are beaming in the sunlight.
No sunshine here
There's only gray
As nature's beauty
Is thrown away
Clouds of poison
Fill the air
And we the people
Don't seem to care
Trash waste broken glass
Your hands
draw music from
the mute.
Whimpers and near
silent prayers,
murmurs from
below bubble and spill.
Waves crash
and the melody
swells from a
once silent body.
Coffee colored roots burgeon up from the hazel chocolate
soil that has been dispersed throughout the thing we call time.
As the roots and stems begin to develop, an alluring plant is born,
One dayA girl was flying, with wings made of dreams. She crafted these wings one day.
Wether it is camping or fishing I'm all in.
Nature for me is all the matters.
Being near to mother nature and getting to know myself.
I wouldn't be the same without her.
The clouds roll in,
and the breeze blows by.
Just before the rain.
I can smell the earth,
and taste the sky.
The rain and the snow
The buzzing of the bees
All are important
To my lifelong story.
Glancing up above
And peering down below
All around I see
Wonderment inspiring.
hearing the ancient tale
and with a shiver
feel a connection
with the mind of ancestral souls
The sun scorches on the fine, coal-black sand
Sitting there are many birds popping in orange, red, dark periwinkle, and green
This is my cousin’s beautiful and tropical homeland
This, a River
This, a river,
I am not lines but curves
Winding around sand bars
Creating islands
Revealed in low tide
My current pulses life
Tadpoles, carp, algae
I smile in light
The tree on the corner was ancient.
She sagged under the heat of the sun, but when it rained,
Her canopy became a weathered shield.
Steady, tested, and true.
I believe "deceitful" is a bit harsh, prone to believe she's "full of herself" with her frosty farthingale draping my mountainside.
"The important thing in life is to let the years carry us along." Federico Garcia Lorca, Yerma"
This evening I press my ear to your chest,
hear the ocean's waves and laughing gulls
Damp and dreary today dawns, settles 'round my shoulders with a weary sigh. Mo(u)rning mists my glasses as I shuffle through leaves fast becoming grey; contemplate life slipping away silently without fanfare.
We met in the stars.
The moon, acted as our spotlight as it shown our silhouettes waltzing alone
For on that glorious night, there were no sin to atone.
Awakening to a senseless breath,
a breeze takes over; a simple stroke
as yesterday's misfortunes fall back into focus
__________
One fork in the road,
I am bursting
life pours forth from every crevice of my being.
I want every sensation
to touch my skin, my mouth, my heart and mind and soul;
It’s because I love the orange tint
And hand painted clouds
Dipped in neon pinks and yellows
Sometimes my brain kicks on overdrive
Running in circles and swirls and lines
Antsy with thoughts I can't place racing by
I can only conclude that I won’t be fine.
One such day I took a walk
At the dawn of a sun drenched summerFlowing with hope and lightThere began a decay inside of meThat injected my veins with the night
Soul
Able Animal
Celestial Bodies
Functioning Skeleton
Brain Blood and Bones
Material Light Forming Being
Spiritual Physical and Mind Bodies
A piece of writing, according to a dictionary definition
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I remember
A swallow gliding across
The moon's rising shadow
That falls at the feet of my bedstead.
I look at the glow and the Raven black sky
And wonder of what's to come.
I remember.
Leaves on the ground like broken dreams.
They shatter at the slightlest touch.
Such a beautiful sight, only to wither.
Kill me now, such as the leaves.
Before I break as well.
Autumn leaves die.
The first sign of spring is like this should be
new year’s, not the era of the dead, icebox hand
of winter clutching Mother Nature,
like the fingers of the pastel, cotton-candy dawn
Personally, I've always liked sunsets more than sunrises. Call me sadistic, but I've always found endings more beautiful than beginnings, if for no other reason than to watch how the universe ties up the strings.
Dipping out from the cloud-covered sky,the Tree Swallow returns to nest, surrounded by a thousand of its kind,the sultry summer air brushes off its glossy, blue topaz back. Like an arrow from the quiver,it plunges down from its nest hole, almost
The wind swallows the dirt
On a dark, rainy day
But who swallows the wind?
The tree holds up the sky
To make way for birds to fly
But who holds up the trees?
Tears have stories
It ain't for human only.
Earth do cry at times.
We never see those..
Coz, only human can
Human ain't human right now
Just a bulk of organs
Human never existed.
How?
How are you crafted so?
How could you be crafted so thoughtfully
So that you’re so soft and rough.
Your surface is comforting like a massage of the hand
Tulips,
The color of sweetened cream.
Delicate, like the whisper,
Lulling you into dreams.
Burning crimson,
Cutting through chilled air,
Precise on a frozen branch,
In and around the time I began to crawl,
it had occured to me that the book of life is so small.
In that, as I walk with a pace of one...two...one...two,
the missing number; three...
would be left up to me.
I yank the cord and the growling begins
A puff of smoke and the metal starts to spin
The green soldiers start to charge it
And are cut, chewed, and spit out of it
I yank the cord and the growling begins
A puff of smoke and the metal starts to spin
The green soldiers start to charge it
And are cut, chewed, and spit out of it
Droplets rippled on the ground,People cowering in fear;There’s no trace of them around,Not during that time of year.
The soft breeze, the natural air, it's amazing. It's like it's making love to me. Saying it loves me, and cuddling with me. While the windy noises puts me to sleep, giving me a comfortable feeling.
The wind rustles the trees today the same as it did yesterday;
I trust without willing so, that it will tomorrow.
Her company I hope to keep, and practice the faith and love
flowers need more than water to grow
maybe that’s why I run away at the sight of them blooming
I can’t even remember to water them once a day
how can I sustain them for years?
a sky of blackbirds and blue jays
does never cross my mind
as much as deserts and cacti
all be in short supply.
and though i of the sea proclaim
the safety of my heart
i blind those that blaspheme my
omnipresent and invisible nature.
to my shoving nudges
you deny and you tear
and shield your eyes from
why do we see
such earthly beauties
as such monsters?
why do we say they are cold blooded
lacking emotion
and feeling?
On that wonderful, magical night,
Many long stalks reach high as if trying to touch the sun's last rays.
The stalks surround you in a bright green, contrasting the color of the smooth brown earth,
As I lie here all around me I see
A whole world of creativity
The Birds, oh how they sing
With their little ones under their wing
Listen to the whisper of the rocks, telling their ancient story.
Listen to the murmur of the river, speaking of past glory.
Listen to the sighing of the winds, declaring the old ones’ coming.
Four elements:
earth, water, air and fire.
Which element are you?
I am earth.
Because I love the greens of grass, the swiftness of nature
moves beneath my barefeet. Earth is powerful to the eyes of me.
My feet sink into nature's soft, luscious carpet.
The blades tickle my toes playfully.
I savor the fresh, sweet smell
And I admire the color, a deep green, like an emerald.
She is mellow, creating what I saw as ordinary;
The loving, ebony colored tree tugged tenderly at the velvety skin of my collar.
She whispered gingerly in my ear as I clung to my fragile and flimsy, tattered journal.
A tree, dry and maze-like,
With its nooks and crannies
Housing dormant figures of spiders, insects and whatnot . . .
As its gentle aging is noted by those in passing,
When we got to the cemetery I felt bad about stepping on all the people. Even if they could not physically tell me, I felt like I was trespassing.
Prompt: How can one describe what sensation one feels upon arriving at a place
The day begins gray and wet
the sun is dawning
the dew disappears on the brim of hope and breezes.
Driving up the mountain just to see the sunrise
I saw something that really caught my eye
I saw the trees that stand proudly in the summer
And I couldn´t help but say they reminded me of her
The city bright and sweet
Reflecting the drops of rain
The paved stones glitter with amusement
Usually alive but now slowly dying
Run forward
While the wind pushes you back.
Raise your hands toward the sky,
Soon you’ll see the stars
That shyly hide behind the clouds.
The stars glisten in the night sky
Shining like diamonds
The fire burns a hot blazing red
Warming even the coldest of nights
Fireflies lighting the dark sky
She gave you all her love
She cared for you
Gifted you her hard work
Devoted all her time
She made your eyes see beauty
Simplicity and complexity
Food and safety
Curiosity and phenomenon
The happiness in a riverbed in infinite
The animals are happy, feeding and breeding.
The water is warm, as the sun shines brightly overhead
Plants grow wildly as nature deems it so, and feeds her young
hola pequeño árbolcito.
si caigo sobre ti, será crítico,
si te doblo seguramente romperás,
Pero debes leer en tu díptico
si lo sobrevives un poco más,
crecerás un poco más fuerte,
Can a man forget his sins
Or shall they plague him all his life?
Will he fight their mem'ry forever
In a secret war of strife?
a thought cannot be cultivated.
if, it is not planted first
in the mind - which, unsedated,
remains awake with conscious thirst.
a thought cannot grow or sprout
if, the mind does not quench it
tell me that you want a tree,
an Apple Tree.
the fruit you desire, it will produce
but, if you, plant it first.
the tree will give you many years
but, if you, will give it drink.
The sun kisses me as I come outside.
I run down the hill with the grass.
The wind whispers secrets in my ear.
OH the feeling I get when I am here.
The trees dance from night to day.
In the stars
In someone's writing
Music
Theater
Feeling
A privilege
Wonder
Fills me up
Stronger than most emotions
I can't help but feel like a child
Gazing at the clouds
Walking through the talking woods,
looking at the reflecting water,
I see a bag of old goods
and empty bottles underwater.
Dearest Friend,
Lend me your branches,
that I may spend upon them
a sultry summer day
Enfold me in broad leaves
allow secretive breaths
to divulge the heartbeat of the forest
Dear Mom,
You always said to fight for what you believe in
Fight like the Sun fights the Moon
Though the Moon may shed dim light upon the night-enveloped Earth
It has been months
The vultures take turns feeding on my flesh
I dont know how after all of the harsh weather my remains are fresh
I dont know if i should be vulgar like this
Step back
Face the facts
The world spins and carries our slack
I sit
I wonder
But I don't react
I can't react.
Our sight
Our might
Our brain waves distorted
dear mountain standard time
the desert is in itself
an oasis, an escape
from the monotony
of trees and grass
that plague the forest valley
they are all i have ever
known, truly
bring me whipped-cream foam
on top of sea-salted air
don't forget the occasional delicacy
from the unknown shore
where other customers are waiting--
here, bring them this feather
Water so dark
So thick, like paint.
Sky so bright
So blue,
It hardly has a color.
Through the tunnel
Spiderwebs overhead
Rust lining the tube.
Dear Mother,
You choke on the hot breath of our gas guzzling, air snuffling, motorized genius
Products designed for our own convenience
Greasy, grimy, slippery oil
Seeping into your velvety soil
Dear scatterbrained scatter of forgetful brains passing the old bhikkus happy rolling crick
Rush? Shush. Look...Miracles in front of those sad tender eyes
Overt optical priorities strayed as the latest update updates quick
The Cherry Blossoms began to bloomTheir beauty was extraordinaryA young girl with a big puffy sunflower dress Giggled and danced by the tree
battered, worn and grayed you are
from caring regularly.
you never complain or cry
and simply present your calmest sea.
i want to thank you for the home
given without a fee.
Dear Mother,
Oh, how I have longed to meet you,
All the years I could not see you.
Surrounding my every sense,
Yet hiding and leaving me confused, without a hint.
Clear water
Clear skies
Green grass, sunshine
Warm rays hug skin
Gentle breeze blows by
Until the tide comes in
sun beats down
grass turns yellow
Do we hold our world in the palm of our hand?
We pretend we are in control,
But all human actions must end.
Water. Air. Wind, Earth, and Fire.
Laith,
I once loved a flower so much
One day it started to wilt
Despite all my efforts to save it
Even for just a day
It wilted away
That’s what it was like loving you
Be who you want to be, live life the way you desire, without being afraid of judgement
You are destined to be an artist, a writer
Evoke your state of mind
Show vulnerability through words, art
Look around you weary traveler
I promise it is grand
If you could but shed
The sadness with you stand
To grief filled eyes
The rain mirrors tears
But brighten and be wise
There is a room
Filled with plants
The sunshine makes an incredible bloom
There is a rooom
Filled with pots
Where growth occurs
The growth makes people bloom
There is a room
Spring showers bring an abundance of flowers,
And frogs croak fairly freely.
Warm days with sun-kissed rays and long hours,
Oh how I love spring, really.
The black device in my hands,
Clicks and shutters with each snap.
It sees the world for what it truly is,
A still of beauty entrapped.
The forest air
floats heavy in the trees
the ground illuminated
by it, a gothic chandelier
moonlight dances on the cauldron
with contorted contents to puppeteer
and so it cooks
A man can learn all that he can,
Can know so much he need not plan,
Could see it all, across all worlds,
And yet he’d be but half a man.
With sight Omnipotent he has,
Strong as an Oak,
Tall as a Pine,
As beautiful as the Willow,
But single spark,
Or lightning's arc,
Can burn up all the Meadow.
Leaves of green,
Lo, have you seen?
They cover all the soil,
For grow they must,
In Earth they trust,
So all the day they toil.
Delving into your personaI danced on tips of grassthat tickled my feetuntil my heart laughed
long before your hissy fitsrendered me into a small black box
Dear Madam,
I hope that this letter may find you
(and glad that it never will)
Because you may never know
How beautiful you looked at Perkins Park
On November 9th
I want
To be a lawyer
Helping protect, Flora and Fauna
The natural beauties of the World
Protecting Nature, Rather than the people on the Earth.
I want
To be a Doctor
wilted rose
in a garden of madness,
passing your days
as an outcast-
with no burden to
bare
with shame you hang
I shall chase the sunand catch the starsride the moon however farclimb the peaksand swim the oceansnorth to southmy heart opensThe stars your necklacethe planets your rings
She walks the night on star staircase
by the moons silver glare
glides along the glittered sky
as if wings held her high
her eyes reflect the wounder of the night
a voice like a harp in the wind
Driving home.
Went straight instead of left and
ended up at the dock
facing that water
running under and out from me to the foot of the colossal mountain
The Black (pt. 2)
In seventeen years
All the roots have settled
The roots are strong,
They breathe.
In seventeen years
Our sun has curated
Created
Our plentiful harvests
The Black (pt. 1)
I am not sure what I was expecting
Here;
We have this-
This potential
And those who chip away at it
With their gold encrusted pick axes
I stand barren until very late spring
in a yard of evergreens and hundred-year oaks
young and a stick figure,
not enough rings under my bark.
Pitter patter
drip drop
Rain unending
Rain never stops
And just when, just when
the gutter overflows,
and grass rapidly grows
Just when
dark clouds loom
Her skin is the soil
Beautiful in her nature
But becomes dirty once she gets on and into things that he does not want it to
When all she can be is her oneself
Dear Snowfall,
Nothing falls quite like you
You come in like a thief, taking the ground and anything living with your decent
If I slumber with the stars
Your patterns will cover me, consume me
I am still while the world turns beneath me.
The weight of my sorrow does not slow its spin,
for soft words cannot calm a tumultuous sea.
I do not listen to the wind twisting the trees
Under a tree I sat
Near a big Buddhist vat
Leaves were scuttling
Ants were rustling
I heard the tree cry
I didn't knew why?
Dear friend,
How are you?
I must confess,
That mine eyes have not seen,
Your beautiful tress.
Of green leaves,
And long boughs,
And fresh, gentle touch.
I miss you,
“It will be fun,” they said.
One day in, and I was already close to dead.
This adventure I was undertaking was supposed to last a week.
From my pores, sweat was starting to leak.
From this decrepit window
I see the clouds flash brilliance
Orange and purple and pink,
Colors so foreign to this tiny room,
Colors that make you think
From this sorry window
Enormous, silent flashes
Fill the arid night
Lightning so bold it reveals clouds
For many an arid mile
One, two seconds apart
A jovial dance
Performed on a stage
I thought your face was covered in snow
I tried to find it, but it’d never show
Old soul, from which I learned a lot
Never told me how to take care of my heart
Can you hear me now?
If you can’t I can only wonder how
Why is it the only way to get your attention?
Dear howling winds,
you whistle through tiny cracks
of our small, whithered home
songs of your journey
from further out miles.
Take me with you
as you pass by.
Pick up my soul,
You're like the lightning.
A quick,
bright,
illuminating flash,
Shining a spotlight on all that is,
and is not.
moonlight is so bright
but what does it sound like?
it sounds like the nights
where you muffled cries
it sounds like the nights
where there was nothing to do but sigh
but sometimes
the sky and i are alike you know,
we burn shades of red
and shades of blue
with purples in between
thoughts are unclear
like the moon and the stars
hidden from view
polluted with darkness
River, flowingSoftly it drifts.Hands grazing surfaceBreaking the pattern, rhythm, and beat as it shifts.Do you feel the weight of its life?Between your toes?
Dearest Captivity,
What is about you that is so enrapturing?
Is it the sparks? The flames? The way you blaze?
Are you a reminder?
Or perhaps...
I am made of fireworks,
and electricity,
and chemical reactions.
I radiate warmth
as strong as
a heatwave in the desert.
I taste like pop-rocks
fizzing on your tongue,
Time is considered relative for most,
But for me it’s a distance:
331 meters.
Every portion of my unterminating existence
Spent in travel.
Ever wanna just get away,find a place to stop and think?
Somewhere alone with your thoughts, so in your mind you can sink.
Soak in the beauty of your surroundings,and enjoy the view.
Dear Troy, I want to take you back
Back to that October morning
When you rode on the back of that flatbed, freezing, trembling
Remember how the vicious air whisked against your face
Its veil that surrounds me,
Soft and secure,
In thin, sleepy wonder,
The world is obscure.
The thick air heralds thoughts
Of misty ship moorings
A sloop, gliding in to rest
Hungrily it devours,
It prances through the forest
Untamed and free
Spreading it’s cruel fury.
Dancing, it reaches,
Caresses the sky.
It’s flickering blaze a graceful ballet,
The angry skies on a sleepless night,
Rolling thunder, flashes of light,
A tireless battle midst roiling clouds.
A quick parry, a sudden thrust,
Their booming voices,
Lazily humming, bumbling from flower to flower.
A little here, a little there,
Helpful little worker bees
Collecting nectar for the hive.
Tiny fuzzy bodies landing gently on soft petals
Free and flowing,It glides along the banks,On a journey of it’s own Sometimes rushing,At other times calm and glassy.
Night
Dappled and worn through the excesses of time,
modest moonlight filters in
through the gauze of the dancing curtain
Dear love,
Your beauty is indisputable.
Your love is infinite.
Your voice is that of the song bird.
Your scent is mesmerizing.
To Fear,
Born side by side, but it takes a life of its own.
How can you be so cruel, and play your host like a fool?
You see the damage you cause, and yet never put a pause on the over-thinking, the inevitable sinking.
If only you could see,My favorite place to be.A place where I can rest Is nature at it’s best. The water ripples near So loud it's all you hear.A secret place to be, A spot made just for me. In shallow waters still,To touch would send a chill.A sh
It's getting darker.
A tornado tears through lands,
But I feel so bad.
The impact is colossal.
I wonder if it's my fault.
It'd make sense to sell books filled with psalms our love has inspired.
Profit from the nonstop poems venting the glories I admired,
But it's not worth a dime , not even a dollar,
Hear Me Earth
Your actions have
Consequences
Hear Me Earth
Appendages ripping at one
Another
The ship had sunk
beneath the sea,.
And from the deep,
it beckoned me.
I followed suit,
beyond the foam,
to the place
it made its home.
And as I gazed
Alone, in a destroyed forest
It stood in the middle
Elegantly composed
Surrounded by burnt trees and flayed shrubs
In the topaz breath of morning
Reeds shiver in their wintry coats
Pines arc past the horizon
Luxuriant breezes rise from their beds
Is nature a place where you feel freeOr is nature a place for your trash,What is nature to you?
Is nature a place where you feel calmOr is nature a place that shouldn’t exist,What is nature to you?
I look to the sky, there’s not a cloud in sight.
Our food,
That was so lovingly prepared by you,
Is taken from the basket and placed on the quilt.
It's the way we hold hands
In the face of adversity.
When you tell me your
Not satisfied.
When you remember my
mothers birthday.
Stars aloft, strung up high
Falling gently, and with a quiet sigh
Nature basks in the radiance
Without
Knowing
Why
Sensing change in the breeze,
Hearing music in rustling leaves,
Finding hope in the strength of the trees,
Seeing beauty in the birds flying free,
That feeling of wonder when you stop to believe,
A heart of diamond can't break
A stream won't flow from a stone.
Even if the earth were to shake,
The mountain stands on its own.
Is a glare made of diamond?
Love is the way the sun sets each day to reveal the moon.
The way the ocean unforgivingly clashes against rocks is not love.
Passion is the way leaves dance calmly in the crisp autumn air.
You talk about her like you are a plant
and she is the sun you need to grow.
Can't you see she is burning your leaves?
Withering your petals?
The wind whips my hair around my neck –
A gentle noose, taunting my mortality,
My frail life-force, facing off against real power.
I march along the pavement, determined not to be
The next fatality.
I love you because...
Your arms are coming home;
warming me like a hearth,
without the fear of its flame.
Your voice is a stream;
I USED TO FEEL INCOMPLETE WITHOUT YOUR LOVE
LIKE THE DAY IS INCOMPLETE WITHOUT A SUNSHINE
I USED TO FEEL WORTHLESS WITHOUT YOUR CARE
LIKE THE NIGHT IS WITHOUT THE MOON
BUT THEN LOVE FELL ON ME,
I USED TO FEEL INCOMPLETE
WITHOUT YOUR LOVE
LIKE THE DAY IS INCOMPLETE
WITHOUT A SUNSHINE
I USED TO FEEL WORTHLESS
there is nothing more resilient than a flower
with bright and reverent colors and
soft dew sluggishly moving down the petals
as the sunlight beats down on the delicate
We are all cardinals in the night,
standing bloodred against the shadows
as we strive to hide.
Our feathers conceal tears
which have sprung from our veins.
Soar to the sky.
You wouldn’t know it if you met her
But her moods can make
Hurricanes in your soul
Storms that pour and destroy
And seem to last forever
There was a girl named Yoki
who sat at the bench by the pond
feeding the yellow and blue birds
every morning.
There was a boy
who would sit and watch her,
longing to be her friend.
She has flowers in her
Golden wheat hair.
Her limbs are tree branches,
With leaves at her fingertips.
Her eyes are brilliant stars;
Her face glows with warm sunlight.
Sleep evades me;
My dreams propel me
To a greaeter unknown
Through all I've excelled
From the place from whence I came
To the road I will travel.
- A wandering soul
Step One: you take me down
to the water where
you wash your
hands of
me,
and then,
feeling loads lighter,
Rain falls heavy on the ground,
And the cardinal sings somewhere in the dogwood tree.
--Oh to pay attention!
To listen to the clandestine voice of the forest.
Rain falls heavy on the ground,
And the cardinal sings somewhere in the dogwood tree.
--Oh to pay attention!
To listen to the clandestine voice of the forest.
Like the sea he flows
Sparkles in his eyes of blue,
Keeping me afloat.
Like the stars he shines
Drawing constellations on
There is no path to gloryIt is an emerald seaThat movesViciously in every way imaginable.
Only the calm stay afloat and awaken to another day.
She is the calm before the stormThe lightning bolt that strikesTake her as she isShe is a womanof might
The crisp air in my hair
Chilly winds blowing everywhere
Your head and hands go numb
This is my hometown
The feel of the soft powdered snow
Over the mountain
Over the hill
Traveling this wide land
Year after year
And oh, don’t you know
I love you so, forever and ever
And oh, don’t you know
I love you so, forever and ever
You are crisp summer grass, the crunch of fallen leaves
You are dandelion tufts floating on a spring breeze
You are the muffled crunch of winter's icy freeze
You are the sun and moon, the mountains and seas
You’re nature’s love
There’s music
In every particle of nature
Feel it, feel it, feel it;
The whole nature imbibes in you.
In the words of Shakespeare,
from two different terrains, one hot and one cold,
a small fox, coat bright and bold..a lioness, coat soft and low,
she was fearless, cunning and sweet,
coming from the bitter cold to crossing the sand was no easy feat,
All clouds are only water and air
Beyond my mind, I am blank
Circling thoughts are mere casualties
Dust fills my lungs and dances
Everlasting ideas create a gentle emptiness
A slow and steady rainfall
Bringing life to those around
The ache in your stomach from laughing too much
Bittersweet in itself
The vast ocean with parts unseen
O'er the mountain,
Under gray sky,
An eagle calls,
I hear his cry.
O'er the mountain,
Doves mourn and cry,
Sit and listen,
As they all sigh.
Its beautiful.Flowers blooming.Sun smiling down on me.The silence,peaceful.
Look closely at the grass, as it shinesand gleams.As the dew slips downon the smooth soft leaf.
He talk and talks and talks
He will not stop moving his mouth
All I want to do is go for a walk
He insisted on going, I insisted he left
But deep down inside my inner layer, I love him.
The wind whispers softly to you, calling your name.
The warm sun warms your body like a flame.
Count the stars
the small latterns that line the sky
to help the moon light the path to tomorrow,
as you try and walk away the sorrows.
Wander aimlessly,
searching for something that is lost
Summer comes as sweet as the strawberries in the front yard do,
In the full swing of June swelling with intangible flavor.
The plant starts bitter in late April when it is tucked into the soft earth.
In the winter the snowflakes fall,
whether they are big or small,
in the cold frostbitten air,
In the soft whisper,
of the November gust,
rustle the leaves of fall,
the leaves just must!
The surface oscillates
Sunlight shimmers, shimmers, shimmers
Like a kaleidoscope, like a disco ball, streaming light back and forth, back and forth
Like a circle swirling on, on, on
Rise, break, fall
The moon paints over the sun
And reverses all emotion
As day turns into night
Your fears begin to take flight
Mystery reveals itself
In the dust on your bookshelf
The whirling changes spin you around
You can’t catch a cloud, you can’t
restrain something not tangible.
It’s made of water,
But you can’t grasp a cloud;
it’s very real, but you can’t
hold a cloud in your hand.
Unknown to most,
Life blooms all around you
Under your bare feet
Above your head
Birds churp
Insects hum
The wind whistles
Such beautiful music
You walk along
Guided by dandelions
Did you see the Fire dancing light likeSunbeams and ants we All are taken little by Little did we Know that everything happens For a reason you doNot remember Those icy frozen days and
From the Boiling Point
In the Glory of Morning
Faced with a Stairway to Heaven
We Travel with Gulliver
In Overland Trucks
None shall be caught in Hades’ Toilet Bowl
For we feed on manna
Imagine what it would be like floating off the edge of the Earth.
Conversations become murmers,
Car horns and police sirens dissapate
and the songs of birds get carried away with the wind.
Lines composed during a walk from Highgate to Hampstead Heath 1991
It has been a day for wandering
beneath this sky of early spring
no words float on water
Lines composed on a walk between Hampstead and Highgate < London 1991
Run Rhino Run
Let your thundering stomp
reverberate among the mountains
Echoing your heartbeat
like an angry African drum
Decay sits at
the bank of beauty
disturbed little
by boisterous bees
or befuddled birds.
May pacing paws
trample your crunching
leaves
and evoke autumn
which stirs with
Feel the presence of the wondering spirits, the lost loved ones
Taste the saltiness of the raging sea
Feel the earth churning beneath you feet
The grass and leaves, crumbling
She planted beautiful flowers All with different colors and different namesThey all had different needs non e were the sameShe took as much care of them as she could She watered them and loved them She always said they were ugly and they weren't g
My heart becomes a stallion that swiftly passes through the immense field of green,
Her eyes are but a doorway hidden from all men,
The look she gives me as I pass her_inhaling her attractive scent,
Descend in a bed of white pale as snow,
A gleaming path sprinting far and low,
A borough buried bleakly as day turns to night.
When the leaves fall,
The world turns colors.
The local passersby wear jackets some days,
Other days, they wear shorts.
The wind, cool
but not too cool.
Let the howls of the wind
Ruffle the hushed moments
The clinky leaves entwined
Constrain the sound of silence.
Let the buzzes of the bees
Land into my ears
The soft flaps of the butterfly
Have you ever stood there?
In the morning dew
watching the rays of gentle gold
creep their way along the onyx sky.
Listening to the murmur of the leaves
Do you want to know what lurks in the deep?
Beneath my bare skin and white teeth
Sitting deep within the bones
Screaming, aching, and groaning.
In the endless pit within my mind
The voices echoing…
How the sky turns all
these colors,
your eyes are the most beautiful
color the sky could ever
be.
As the wind blows the
coldest breeze,
it could never compare
to your breath,
Standing on the Ocean shore allowed water to brush his feet
Bubbling froth wrapped around while sand underneath brought peace
Never in a million years have chirping birds sounded so graceful
I am the Sun,
I burn with anger,
I brighten with happiness.
I am the Moon,
I guide from darkness to light,
But I loose my own way in the clouds.
I am the Earth,
The uneven rocks give this hill character. Though storms may erode them they are still strong and beautiful. Etched into their being is lesson after lesson. Every curve tells a story. Ever changing. Ever growing.
There's a boat that is all mine
that waits for me under a tall pine
not much to look at not much to see
when it's just the two of us I feel so free
ove the water all through the waves
I searched, I looked for what felt like ages.
Hands and knees rummaging through the damp earth
but despite my best efforts, I could not find my four leaf clover.
Clovers with three leaves swallowed my yard.
When the clouds block out the sky
I won't forget
There's still a sun, a sky after rain
I'm still
A little flower, letting go
Of what I think I know
Verse:
Mist, in my eyes
Ice, heart melts, freeze
Dive, into ocean spacious as skies
Lie, sea turned bed if dived too deep
Still profound, unexplored
Wonder, how change will give more
So much of me that the world cannot see,
I have to try to see it as beauty
For if every condensed thread of my being were to unwind to the world
Might I as well not exist? Questions to these answers may not unfurl...
I wish to ask the gushing stream
Why fade thin into a foggy one
And vanish like a twilight dream
In the umbra of the sparkling sun
On my serene stroll in the green lawn
Just before the sparkling crack of dawn
Cuddled by the gentle singing breeze
And magpie chirping along with ease
I gazed with awe at the horizon high
Deep-throated thunder booming across the vale
Shattered glass and
Called out to my heart like home.
Hear the sound of the passing wind,Watch the blazing sun of yesteryear.
The water rippled through the galaxy,I watch his back as he face the clouds.
Grim are the days when
Grass does not whisper
And silent run streams
But no one listens
To know the difference
every year for as long as i can remember
my mom has tried to grow a rose bush.
key word tried.
As I watch the setting sun
I think of how our end will come
Will we go unnoticed, forgotten in silence?
Or will we go in history, like the greatest stories?
We battled and fought, for this future we sought.
Looking out the window,
I watched as the green leaves billowed in the breeze
Even as I did, I envied them their freedom
And carefree nature
Their immobility seemed not to bother them
The enviroment is a tree
And most can agree
That us human beings
Are the plauge of the tree
To a certain degree
The roots absorb, the polluted water
Have you ever
Stared into the
Darkening shadows of the night,
Searching for the secrets
That hold nature together?
Have you ever
Felt it staring back?
Those that dare to try
To sing of myself,
A strange tune indeed,
One filled with wonder and adventure and pride and fear and joy,
A tale of many colors, none of which too dry.
To sing of myself,
Shriveled to bone
allow myself to ash
let it rain upon me
sink into the ground
the soils' warmth surrounds me
the roots a nurturing hold
release into the stems
feel the fruit
Father God, Mother Earth,
Working hard, but what’s it worth?
We each other both in flesh and in spirit,
We ignore the Mother’s crys, can you hear it?
Our trees are burning into ash,
He was like the moon, half always hidden
What was it that split him- half darkness, half light?
Crystal blue eyes held dark hidden secrets
The fire flickers
Dancing on the wall
An intricate dance
That keeps growing tall
Red, orange, green, then blue
Hotter and hotter
I like sitting with the clear, little moon.We understand each other, and don't askAbout pasts, which for us both is a boon.I don't question her craters, or what
the grass flowed with the breeze
rubbing off green on my scraped knees
the scratches itched and burned
but so did the sun I later learned
I followed his summer hues into a thick forest that left my wide eyes blind,
I never knew beauty like these evergreen trees,
I saw the sun dance on their dark leaves
teaching their full veins one more thing: how to glow
Charred wood,
Blackened
Beyond recognition,
Smolders
From a forgotten fire.
Smoke drifts
Lazily into a cloudless sky,
Unhampered by the summer breeze.
Ash gray coals
Die down and
I hear the birds chirp,
See the squirrels run,
Watch the flowers bloom,
And admire when
I count the stars,
stare at the moon,
Bathe in the sun,
And relax.
Las estrellas piensan que llorar
es un pérdida de tiempo
Queme brillante
Su luz eclipsa el cielo
Cuando tu muertes
Los nubes llorarán
You don’t know it,
but sometimes I sit upon the branch of the highest tree at night
to catch a glimpse of this transient life we have on earth,
and take in the moon and the stars and all that surrounds me.
If I were a tree,
I'd be a weeping willow tree.
I'd serve many purposes
And I'd see many things.
I'd be a nesting site
For the birds and the bees
And I'll be a source of food
Moonlight
drips from the pores of the sky and
shines light upon green gardens and barred
fences. The grey tint shows indifference on faces and in
Follow the glowing highway lights.
Maybe you don’t know where you’re going, but someone’s ought to.
That’s why people drive, isn’t it?
To get somewhere?
It’s no wonder you love the feeling of getting lost,
Spring, it smells like dew-stained lilacs fair,
Of gardens with bloodred roses blooming there.
Spring, it sounds like songbirds chirping with glee,
And the plip-plop of raindrops sounds musical to me.
“I want to visit nature that is untouched and unmarked by manmade machines.
Where you survive not by a GPS,
But just a mental map and sense of direction.
How beautiful it is
To live everyday breathing the warm/cold air of mother nature
I find it fascinating how we simply are living.
Look at those trees; so tall ,with many years
I claim witness growing up,
down a path left behind a mirage
of some passing distance.
I see now the blurr faces.
A mask in craves something once wanted, more in need.
The smell of the wet earth in her nose
How calming it was to finally be alone
Her feet hit each step gracefully
And her hair was pulled back tight.
A butterfly so beautiful, with wings so unique.Fluttering quietly; with not much purpose, other than to be looked at in awe. This exhilarating being happen to land on my shoulder. At that moment, I could only question my very existence.
My soul rests within your twisted knots,
Warren and bear from storm and play.
Each stroke of your bark holds separate memories,
We pass you by without second thought.
The key to life
Is a curious thing
Some may describe in as embroidered in gold
and flowing with satin ribbons that cascade down its side.
Every minute of every day of every year
is it ever lonely
being surrounded by so many
even though you are all alone
staring, unblinking
into the darkness of the deep
I consistently identified comfort and company only
with Solitude
amongst the ashen and crimson stone
walls of my home.
Years I spent,
a myriad of mornings marveling
There was a wood by my house you and I used to meet at.
We would wait until the warmth of the glowing sun had gone
So that you, my first love,
Could wrap your strong, loving, embracing arms around my delicate, tiny body
Our mother is angry.
She rattles in her sleep.
There's a burning spirit among her.
Her children, taking the heat.
Waterfall cascading,
splashing down,
making mist, giving the surface a kiss.
Falling into itself it splushes,
downward then downstream.It flows
rippling, waving, it moves about,
The wind tugs playfully at my hair andthe edges of my skirt. I'm overcome by the smell of rain and my whole bodyis tingling.I hear
Rain Dribbling, Pitter Patter, Falling down, there it came.
Can also read it backwards.
a flash of white
streaks across the sky of night.
that sudden flare
had given you quite a scare.
pitter-patter of the rain
I stare out my open door
Feeling the wind whirl around me
Causing my red hair to spin and fly
As the giant trees look down at little me
I smile up at them
Just happily being in my oasis
As I sit by
I recall the dark
All the tears that I could not shed
In the desert park
No life around
No signs at all
I've stayed strong
For so long
I love my growth
Rhododendron ‘Hydon Dawn’
And boxwood hedges ‘round the lawn.
Oleander, scented sweet
And Hybrid Yew, in shade or heat.
Rose of Sharon, lush and tall
The cherry blossom tree, likes to hide away its plumes,
but for two weeks everything changes.
As the spring dawns it flames out,
pink blossoms opening up.
The storm calls forth the seas,A figure stands, alone,A miracle observed by none.
Turn, turn,Sweet one, you control the winds,The havoc’s mistress is gentle of heart.
a tree in the forest
standing tall
will it not bend
to the winter's song ?
a rock in the river
holding fast
through storm and flood
will the stone last?
a flower in the meadow
make me,
unmake me,
unwind me like ribbon,
bury me with all that has died before—
half decayed children and barely formed youths
all me,
all not
let petals suture
The road so long and winding,
The rocks beneath my feet watching,
I kick a rock,
I watch it roll; then it stops,
And then I keep on walking.
The rock will never lie
His truths are etched upon his face.
Scarred rock, cold and gray, bring comfort
To those in search of solidity.
Through amber leaves, piercing cold,
A new year meant a new start.
The beginning was a blast,
and when that clock struck midnight
everything was in the past.
When spring came around,
things began to change.
Passing on the banks of the river,
bluffs on each side rise to reach a low sky.
Covered only in scraggly bushes, rock
bare and brown slopes and juts above the banks.
Rock gives way to trees, a puffed blanket draped
How the flower sits
so brightly lit
How perfectly it fits
how perfectly it sits
wading in the sun
always having fun
it goes along with the breeze
and so do the trees
and so do the leaves
How peaceful a bee
hardly has any worries
flys around town
up and down
it flies so elegantly
among the trees
See the birds and things
fly high in the sky
how peaceful they fly
Look outside and see
A willow tree dancing free,
A butterfly flying high
Look outside and see
Lay in colorful flowers
Made colorful life possible
See as a followers
Run in Sunset
Make one' life spark
Sparks the life of a dream
Fill thousands of sky
Paint them easily
See them cryin'
As time passes like a wave,
I've learned more and more about myself.
I've learned I am quite brave,
I can forgive and forget without knowing.
As I get older, its easier to behave.
they cannot breathebut they can seethe trees turn greenand the colorof the lake doesn’tmatter. they rememberthe color
leaving their face,
their body
forgetting
The way that the sun sets and the sky looks as if it’s on fire,
Sitting on the edge looking down endless rows of trees and wanting to be even higher,
Somewhere between my birth and death,
flowers wilt and sulk, leaves breakaway,
and the wind carries the seedlings.
Things fall and deteriorate,
Nature sings:
Time is her beat
Flora and fauna are her notes
The trees sway to the rhythm of the wind
Birds add their harmonies to Mother Earth's tune
Earth's silence is a caesura- not a complete end
He never gets tired of taking a deep breath
And sinking in that warm spring air
Smelling of morning dew and newly fallen rain.
He dreams of yellow eyes
Watching him in the night
Surrounded by darkness.
He cannot shoo them away
Or bribe them with food
The flowers grow
But I could care less.
The birds are chirping again.
But their sound is not music to my ears.
Roaring above the blooming trees
yells at the animals around him.
He hasn’t heard this sound before,
And he’s second guessing every step forward
Rain falls on a February morning
Freezing into spears before it hits the ground.
He dodges the drops among the trees
I am not lonely.
I am not lonely.
I am not lonely.
I am not lonely!
I am not lonely.
I AM NOT LONELY.
Autumn gold
Covered the trees in late season,
Light glistening on the leaves
As hot cider is poured
Into mugs on the front porch.
Who are you? How did you do that? I cried as I looked back in time,
He wrapped his icy arms around my waist, we stood there, intertwined,
Yes!? You feel it don't you?
A spark, no, an ember.
Oneof many embers, too,
long forgotten and with no stir.
A fire once great in your
eart. No, not just a flame,
but a bolt of lightning,
Enveloped in a world of adventure,
left to relinquish control and trust our own glorious instinct,
leaving our monotonous lives behind to discover a literal path,
a path in which we can let our minds explore.
Oh Great Oak
Your branches stumps themselves
Your roots snakes overlapping
Your leaves lush and colorful
Oh Warm Oak
Birds sing in your embrace
Squirrels gather in your arms
I am from the seeds dropped from familiar hands,
dug into the cigar box storing old memories,
sprinkled lightly onto the soil which bore me into this earth,
I still hear the children playing,
They have their own homes now.
I still hear the horses running,
They have passed away now.
I still hear the rain falling,
Whistling through the air,
Is something familiar, musical,
The sweet scent of jasmine wafting over,
I almost feel as if I have a four-leaf clover,
Sunshine breaking through the clouds,
Why is finding happy upbeat songs so hard to do?
They are always on the radio (the same ones over and over)
But as soon as you try to find one alone they are like
A gust of wind.
I am dislodged from my cradle.
My blanket is ripped away.
My family shrinks in the distance.
I crash to the ground.
The light blinks out as I am covered in a new blanket.
I am cold.
Let me feel the sun kiss my face
as it rises from the horizon
painting the sky in hues of pink and blue
let's call it a new day
I touch my paints
dripping inks and splats of color
A soft sky above me floats
Wisps of cotton patterns blue
Up high the breeze cuts thin
Sounding out its sharpest notes
Tall in trees, I hear them sing
Raining feathers as the flew
Red blooming blossoms
Light scribbling script
Dark denim bottoms
Great dark blue ships
Roaring white rivers
Charm mixed with sass
Moonshine in slivers
Green blades of grass
Night—I’ve loved you long time.
Your shadows no longer scare me,
as I have finally realized
that you provided my mind,
restless with questions
Loving the sound of rain hitting the roof of my dorm, nature's alarm clock.
Overjoyed, I run outside.
The
Way the seeds grow
When seeds fall from a plant
Does it gaze upon that plant
As a ray of sunshine
That will guide its way,
Shrills of laughter embedded in the atmosphere,
swirling clouds of music raining symphonies among us.
River brooks streaming poetic words tickling our toes,
Today was less than desirable you say?
Let me help you take that pain away.
Just put on your favorite playlist and walk out the door,
Don't take the time to wonder what for.
I’m emotional.
I cry a lot.
But these teary eyes
brown pools of mud,
drip only for a while
before they flood
into a heart broken pile.
Books, trees, paper.
There is nothing better than a sky filled with
clouds that are ready to pour down rain. And
the only thing that rivals that is when the heavens
open up to bless the Earth with cool and gracious water.
They have their hand in the air
The ones with the black suits and briefcases stride forward
Confident
The others seam to fall forward
Their hand raised in a call for balance
Let me wander down to the water,
let me climb over rocks,
let me lie in the stream until I remember what I forgot,
and the birds they're singing hidden away in the trees,
My hair dances in the wind,
While the sunshine warms my cold skin.
The apple red leaves,
Crunch softly beneath my boots.
The birds singing their songs,
Make my spirit float up,
Going outside makes me feel good
I would spend all my time walking around if I could
strolling and observing is what I do
and breathing in the fresh air too,
Minutes and hours pass by
How fast they go, oh my!
The Transcendental era was right
fleeing to nature at any complicating plight
burying deep into the foliage and soil
avoiding the worlds unbearable turmoil
And i know i am another one,
another bird in the tree,
finally knocked by a stone,
but atleast you came down with me.
Let the rain, let the shine, let the day be mine.
With the showers, or the sun's powers, the day is here.
A puddle here, a puddle there, splashing through the clear.
A flower blooms, a leaf falls, let the day be mine.
I wish to be like a tree
Have the sun provide all my energy
I crave to destroy what I was before
In order to become something more beautiful, a part of nature.
Instead I'm human
The worst of them all
Walking through the overgrown grass
watching the winged dust motes
float away
I pick up the walnuts
Some lay clean, dry,
The invisible force blowing the trees
The flowers blooming and blossoming with glee
With each and every day
The Earth exhales in its majesty
When things aren't great
When I'm feeling grey
Stepping outside
Always makes my day
The sun on my face
The grass on my feet
Reminds me I'm alive
Makes me feel complete
The water and its depth would scare me as a child
I knew the waves could whip me and make me wild
I used to think the ocean was hollow like a shell
And that the monsters in it were secrets I should never tell
The water and its depth would scare me as a child
I knew the waves could whip me and make me wild
I used to think the ocean was hollow like a shell
And that the monsters in it were secrets I should never tell
Lost in the land of backpacks, bullying, and excuses
I just can't take it any more, I'm a complex thinker in a simple, close-minded land
The bland robots walk around with the same daily routine
I think about the trees that protect me from the blazing sun.
The birds that sing me to sleep
The wind that keeps me cool
My eyes are tear-filled
My head is spinning
My soul feels crippled
But the sunshine is coming
I take a step into the wilderness
of busy streets and bustling lives
I need someone to hold me,
To wrap their arms around me and
Squeeze the sorrow away
But I know I can't have that sometimes,
And that's okay;
It has to be
Release me from this anger,
Frolicking breeze, the humming of bees, and Monarchs who dart to and fro
Wide awake air, seeds dance like Astaire, and off to the forest I go
To giggle and play with the nurturing boughs who look on the scene below
Alone, I could sit for an eternity,
afraid, shallow, and weak.
Quite, I could last a century,
a poet without a word to speak.
Lost, I could feel with no memory
of the years, month or week
Its Nothing that I hate more than anything.
It’s the apathy, boredom, listlessness, indifference
The wandering directionless
that is more painful than any pain.
The portrait of countless colors
Dancing thrrough the endless sky
No words can describe the beauty
That everyday will pass us by
What a comforting presence
The sun as it kisses the Earth
The cold breeze caresses my faces as blades of grass gently prick my back.
The little voice in my head instructs to inhale and exhale,
to relinquish any worry, frustration, or hate.
You and me
Climbed together on the mountains
To find peace but couldn’t find
You and me
Flew together up above the blue skies
To measure the height of nature
But could not measure
Sneakers laced up tight,
Water bottle filled to fullest height.
It may take a drive short or long but
Always,
I long to take a hike.
Nature beckons me to explore;
Upon a night with starry sky
A spring-winter mist that flutters by
Young crickets chirp a tune so deep
Since the birds have now all gone to sleep
'Neath a tree so draped with vine
You’re an amazing angel, from the heaven,
Your eyes allure me, to drown into blue ocean,
Inspire with your intimate, intoxicating ways,
Recalling memories of childhood rainy days.
When first shower of monsoon
Touched the emotions
Of my innocent heart
Its strings began to ring
Drops of rain began to open
The windows of my heart
And with its tender touch
My teacher always said,
Go home and write
A whole bunch tonight
And let words flow form you-
Then, it will be true.
I have lived in St. Louis for nine years.
Fallen Shoulders
Once Raised High
Gardens Growing Up like Vines
Flower fields place their Roots
Deep within the Spine they Loop
Beneath Between Around About
The Cord that Dances
Up to the Crown.
Every morning I wake at 4 AM.
I wake at 4 AM and I am ready to be free.
I am alone, walking the streets of darkness and wonder,
enjoying my time for me.
I realize that this is who I am, the girl who wanders
What do I do when life gets rough,
when stress makes me feel like I've had enough?
What I like to do is sit down and breathe,
especially when I've found a good book to read.
In a day are so many sad hours
You may think I'd spend them alone
But I give love to happy flowers
And they make me feel at home
Arms reaching
for camaraderie
Fingers intertwining
in wooden harmony
Hugs paper-thin
mutually caressing
Weathered hearts
Trees come in forms both tall and short
Rooted where they stand
Each day they have the same view
Of the world and its busy inhabitants below
Rain-laden clouds
Swept
Over the land,
Meeting with
The untouched
Dusky sky,
Heralding the treacherous,
Disastrous deluge from the
Heavens that was
Yet to come.
The smell of the watery green grass and fresh air
the sound of birds chirping away a conversation
along with the tree leaves dancing in the wind
with a slight rustle they make as they change seasonally
The Land of Trees
A Place that's quite green.
Filled with lush and so many hearts.
The beauty it offers is a luxury.
Nature is so vast...
there is so much we can do.
But I warn you...
Not far into the forest of nature,
Yet far from the noise of the highway,
The lake sits silent, and calm, and still,
Just as I am, silent, calm, and still,
As I rest beside the lake.
Up on the hill by the mansion
Beneath a loud luminous sky
Clouds race in from the North-
A rogue storm nears.
Gusts of wind demolish fields and trees
A blur of brown, orange, and green fly by.
Love is nothing but human nature
It's like the wind
I can't see it but I can feel it when it's coming
And I'm standing in the eye of the hurricane with you
I didn't see this coming
Thorns reside on a crown where roses once grew
Spiraling outward towards the heavens
with the arrival of spring
It’s winter now.
What was once a fiery bush of life
Dusk had fallen and gone was day,
Once gold meadows faded away.
Such then was time
for us to find
a place for us to play.
Swift movement-we were alight,
Like a candle glowing bright!
Look past the outskirts of the town of stray men
Where none think to trod
A black wall caging in the livestock
All together lost within an arbitrary boundary
Run blindly past the seam of shadow and light
In the summer dawn I took to the mountain and field,
Hopping the creek, and breathing the spearmint yield.
Passing the pond, I startle the heron perched in the pine,
The breeze is a seasonal fling,
A swagger that comes by surprise,
Swooning my entire existence
An invisible veil inviting me to come unto it
To embrace what it has embraced on many
Mountains and canyons beyond what eyes can see
The clay earth beneath is subliminally icy
Misty air follows me along the path
I savor its taste as it swirls in wrath
My sun, my moon, my sky.All flow through me like a barren Forrest flooded by a nearby stream. I ask that you flowthrough my being as would a breeze.As tenderly as your accepting warmth, illuminate my body from the inside so that my heart will be f
As the light shines around me/ all I can see/ is the world broken to pieces/glass is shattered/scattered on the ground/there is no more green/rather everything is gray and brown/death hangs in the air/the fresh air is knocked out of me/what
The gusts of wind through the trees sound like laughs and gasps of ecstasy
the sharp grasss grabs at my back
to keep me grounded next to roots of trees
Then I hear the bugs buzz behind my ears
Into her torn shoes fell the rocks.
She let them crumble, let herself bleed.
Trudging towards her tryst with trees,
under battered broken branches she
Into her torn shoes fell the rocks.
She let them crumble, let herself bleed.
Trudging towards her tryst with trees,
under battered broken branches she
I know that there’s a clearing’s reprieve
for weary travelers:
ones with honey thoughts,
those like geodes,
us like patient coal.
I’ve never ever seen that lake
but I hear
I drove through shaded green canopies
To the boundary of land and water,
And as I tiptoed across crumbled rock
Careful
Not to fill my shoes with grain,
The sour smell that lingered
Between sand and sky
I want the shoreline,
the foamy white waves
colliding
into rock
like soldiers sparring in battle;
the horizon brushed
with soft strokes
of lavender, rose pink and azure;
the low-toned
I cannot shake this feeling
Like an itch you cannot scratch,
Sitting under darkened skies
Ready to collapse.
Silhouetted trees
Line dusked beach skies,
As subtle breeze
Blows,
All is calm,
Earth sighs.
Dedicated to my dear cousin Emily Grace Waller
A flower blooms in an unexpected garden
Petals, like ribbons, dancing in the wind
Memories of the dichromatic boats we rode in.
Giggling grins in the campers…
Dr. Phil and Dr. Oz
The picket-fathers of modern psychoanalysis
And medicine
Gnashing our flaws away in gory applause
Your leafless soul
It clings to me as
Ivy might grace
A burdened home.
Entwined, we are,
In mossy grandeur
That shelters those
Who seek solace
In emerald canopies.
The air is thick but the breeze runs swiftly,
And the road winds daintily
As you drive us to our favorite place.
The one we know so well
From years of picnics and adventures,
And for the fleeting moment
In which your eyelashes grew
As tangled roots -- blooming
Amidst and within my own --
The feathers of swallows burst
From the blades of my shoulders
And right now I'm the only girl living
In this silent, sleeping city
Because I've tasted the bittersweet
Of your rosy tenderness
And I've felt the exhilaration of flight
Just after the birds have gone to bed
Heaven's soft rain dusts my soul
Tinting my skin a rosy gold
I'm swamped by tears inside this skin
How long to bring outside what's in?
Halfway between the Earth and sky
It takes me back to when I was young,
Bold.
Fearless, and told to
“Rub some dirt in it,”
Before being fit into a mold
And told
That this is what life is.
Here is the trail; right over the hill
Runs that my soul sang out along;
You can see my secret creek in the ravine still,
with my makeshift bridges choked in winter’s grip.
My wildflower, forest sprite—
I'll paint you pictures of all your light
For words could not do it justice.
Imagine myriads of stars
Above the velvet tops of trees
—The greenest in the forest for you—
Lift me up in fingers of wind
Let me float freely in their grasp
May clouds carry me gently
Make me balance on horizons
Have stars sing me to sleep
Hear the moon make a melody
I hear you
I hear you in
the pouring rain...
Words
Words that cannot escape my brain.
The unexplained
here are the folds of the world, the softness of its childbearing body.here are the clouds, slate blue, drifting in softhorizontals; if not for the shore to cut everything
I taste the magic when it begins to seep,
heady, sweet; the soft slip into darkness.
You are so beautiful-I don’t know what it is,
but your wizened trees and your sweet
The sun shining happily, Warming the sandy stretch, Dipped into the swaying mass of Cold, salty water.
I would visit the nature preserve on a sweet summer day,
Sun beating down on my latina skin,
With the breeze whistling through my hair,
And through my dark eyes I saw bright, wondrous images.
I want to make a distinction
Between “human” and Homo sapiens
“Human” is my choice
Homo sapiens is my species
And I want to make a distinction
Between “animal” and “Animalia”
I'm so impressed that the rain keeps pouring even when it knows it makes people sadI'm so encouraged by the persistence of the droplets as they cling to my window I'm inspired by the drumming of the thunder and the flash of the lightning Oh how th
The sun cascades across my skin
like a golden wind and warms
the spirit of my soul.
I could walk its rugged path a thousand times
and always find something new to love:
a forgotten smell,
Help me,
with a Clarity of Feeling.
Naturally,
as much as we can,
I must feel it.
Help me,
Be at Peace with my Heart.
I love Trust love.
Naturally,
I am sinking.
I am sinking,
and I can't remember -
where I started
or why I am here?
The azure Sky,
the open Sky Open.
I scent the Earth in myself . . .
I am sinking.
The scenery changes
As day becomes night
Nature takes its course
With the moonlight shining bright
Nothing ever stays the same
Moments will come to pass
Embrace the life that you live
Flash-lights turn on.
She stands center stage,
clothed in a smile.
The audience is a roaring lion;
Its prey makes no attempt to evade.
She tames the lion gracefully,
and praces away.
I stared at a blade of grass
with a dewdrop on its tip
anf on its dewy crown
I watched a rainbow shift
I stared for so long a time
and moved only from my place
to let its sparkling mysteries
“Evening Suns”
Twilight sets as a black night approaches
Stars twinkle passionately
“Morning Stars”
Crack of dawn greets us before noon is here
I was walking in the woods one day
In the merry month of May (couldn't resist)
I was smoking a fatty
Hey, what can I say
I stopped by this stump
I had to take a wee
When a big hairy dude
Poety is a part of me
The buzzing of a bee you hear
The gleaming mirror you see
All I can let out is a dry tear
With eyes closed I venture far through the depths of the sea
With eyes closed I feel the waves crashing against my legs, subtly, but there
She's my muse, she's my medium
She's the freedom I yearn for but never grasp
See through the eyes
What falls in-between
Touch with the tips
And feel the breeze
Taste with the lips
And smell through the pits
The tears I bleed
And what nature relieves
Earth was herewhen the time beganand when life emergedfrom the depths of eternity.
And into that eternityit will go on,round and round,dancing, anddrawing the circles of life.
Cycle 1
A black sky above
Soft light illuminates all
Watch the world below
Darkness spreads comfort
A blanket for them to rest
Mother earth , Not just a planet but of so much worth,
Not just crust, mantle and core but our girth.
Billions of years ago she was born
fully loaded with recipe for life
The trees--they quiver with life.Yes, all around me,They shake with strife.Their bones, bare of bark,They're stark white cast in dark.Sister stars shoot to earth,Little pricks of light plunging-
I love you like the sun loves the earth,
It rises each morning just so it can gaze upon the earthly beauty,
Just as I awake every morning so that i may look upon your beautiful face.
My darling,
You are my world.
I love the spring mornings, when the warm breeze kisses me as the stars are going to sleep I get lost in the many melodies that the birds sing I laugh at the way that the sun has to shine so brightly because it loves to be the center of attentio
i.
the cacophony
of capitalism mutes
the euphony of birds
ii.
you can still hear it
the harmonizing of birds against
the white noise of construction
hanging like little cosmic clouds
not knowing
how transiently they will be pruned
to adorn synthetically scented rooms
During every season, I see you standing tall
Through winter, summer, spring and fall
For some reason you seem oh so different from other trees
The rays from the sun hits the earth’s surfaceGiving animals and plants heat, it is nature’s furnace.Many strain to reach the desired lightBut one flower finds it too bright.The Casablanca Lily makes her appearance in the darkThe pale full moon i
I’ll take you on this journey;
across warm bars of sand,
over regal mountains resting in the verdant pastures.
Embrace the treasures of soil
beneath your naked feet.
As your soul tremors
For those of you who think you know me I am just a resource.
Something to burn in the fireplace
to mix with another resource and written with.
To mash up and write on, I am the back drop of your life.
I went walking the other day,
Under a red and setting sky.
Through trees that made mountains small,
Their leaves whispering a sigh.
Beauty is...
A waterfall trickling into a small pond,
Moss carpet cushioning the animals as they drink,
Where people have not roamed
Beauty is...
The enchanted forest that comes alive
Ah, the...”age old” question.
If you suddenly became Tom Hanks
in one of the movies that he surely has pasted onto his résumé by now,
but you got to take one thing with you,
what personal item would you take?
all i need is the sky,
everything she has-- whispers dreams
everything she gives-- raindrops color lights
i thank her with blue passion,
It came before us all
And will continue after we have left.
It lives in birdsong
In ocean waves on sand
And in the heartbeats of every one of us.
"Work smarter not harder"
is the one thing i came to conceive
in a deserted location home or work
an idea that provides in order to receive
It’s crisp and clear
It can suddenly appear
It’s cold or hot
It’s necessary for a yacht
It’s refreshing and thirst-quenching
Sometimes it’s drenching
It’s cooling in the heat and freezing during sleet
As the boats in the harbor relinquish their sails
And the ebb and flow caresses the shales
The waxy moon ascends the skies
So mermen and women can close their eyes
We went on adventures and saw neat things. We followed the music in hopes for our hearts to sing.
With our telescope we stole looks at the stars,
sliding on pine needles stabbing softly into our backs
but it was the night that stole us.
Sometimes the birds will sing on Sunday
Sometimes the birds won't sing
Sometimes the flowers bloom early
Sometimes it snows in Spring
Sometimes the sun sleeps at twilight
Leaving a painted sky
Fluttering wings mark a descent from the skyGossamer weight that bends the stemThe Butterfly drinks the Aster dryAnd without a thought, takes to the heavens again
Moonset is the sunrise
The juxtaposition
Of darkness and mellow light
Vast blackness
That enveloped every corner of the
Hemisphere
Consumed by dissipating orange, mauves and chartreuses
by A. Gagliardi
I wanted the moon to fill up the night
like a presence we couldn’t ignore,
to shine bright as day in the dark quiet air
like’s been told in stories of yore.
For months it has been cold; stuck inside our lukewarm homes and off-brand fur coats
Either taking the bus to school in the windy snow or the trains on the tracks, people with their schoolbags and totes
I need an escape.
I need a chance to let everything drop from my shoulders.
Hiking, plodding along, even feeling that burn in my lungs clears everything away.
The golden trees and the silver star beckon beyond the realm of understanding,
And make real the redemption of the uncertain heart.
when i say you are beautiful
i am not forgetting.
perhaps in beauty nature boasts
the pain of life
and within you
uncorrupted
lays a secret garden
and within you
Find the beauty in everything
As nature takes its course
Let nothing stand in the way
Not even the fierceness of a tender force
Everyday is a blessing
Another opportunity to make your life grand
Touch is a sense of teaching;
Exploring the world.
To know you're home.
Defining your perception of "beauty".
Making memories.
To be exposed to what we call...
...Life...
Living without this,
winter used to mean
angel feathers tickling
red noses and cheeks.
you'd want me to laugh
again, but all i feel on
my face are ashes.
“Don’t forget your roots,”They always say.“Don’t forget your roots.”The great oak always continues to growas long as its roots are growing,but as its trunk is growing significantly
The rhythm of my heart is no rival
For the movement of your wandering eye.
Her lithe figure signals her arrival
My cadence lulls, watching, undignified
Wisdom in each droplet
like a sea of broken roads
with each forgotten memory
to lighten the weight of loads
.
For every breath forsaken
and every tear forgiven
A cloud so unreliableto provide such decent shadethough many stop to watch themthey're perfect, they're God made..They're made of wispy waterso white up in the skycollections of lovely ice
Lush and leafy trees erect
Sway to the music of a fading day
Crickets one and all come out
And tune their violins to play.
Colors fade from a purpling sky
And the stars reveal their splendor bright.
I’m a traveler.
The world is mine to explore
and I’m the world’s to intrigue.
A knock at Adventure’s door
will surely lead to proceed
A daisy blooms
Reflecting the ever glowing sunlight
Petals of bright yellow, fill with life
A stem that shows potential in the world
Never once has a thorn been seen
Standing on the highest cliff,
Overlooking the forest,
She nods to the caring hawk
That wonders what could possibly be wrong
With such a perfect creature.
She watches over the sleeping cougar,
And he dipped his hand
In her dying sea
And filled it with a galaxy
Straight from his heart
Undying, overflowing-ly
Forever my thoughts bend to you
Like the leaning of a tree to to the wind
Forever my eyes turn to you
Like the search of a flower for sunlight
Dream
Jess was a goddess
she was glowing in a field
we decorated everything
the sky and the ground and ourselves
we slept in the same bed
shared a blanket, stayed real warm
Far far away.
Stranded, alone.
A new life awaits,
from all I have known.
The one thing I want,
the one thing I need,
is simply a book,
belonging to me.
Nature is taking its course
Things will eventually change
Nothing will ever stay the same
Moments and objects will be rearranged
Obstacles will often try to deter you
You may fall before you rise
While the world does offer a rare ocean of inspiration to pull from which sadly few people tend to find,
the waves calm, for I can live without.
You ask me what I need
As if without air I can still breathe,
Without water or sunlight I'll be fine.
So
All necessities aside,
I guess I need the world.
It's a lot to ask, but
The wind rushed quietly as I made my way down the backroads of my small town
Picking up speed, cruising as if there was all the time in the world
The sky was a lilac blanket, quiet and still
Between my fingertips I hold the key to self destructionWith no instruction but to inhaleDeep and fast to make the head rush last and with destruction in handLooking around I suddenly noticed something
Like the leaves drift through the wind,
They start from somewhere not knowing their end.
Their frail fragil bodies supported by the air,
Forgetting their burdens under its care.
please listen to the silence of my heart
so you, my love, may be spared from the grief
Gradually gray transitioned to soft pink and lilac,
The clouds finally dispersing after everlasting months of bleakness.
The fingers of the sun stretched out sleepily, clumsily
Prancing around Lillies marked the destination of a new place.
Inside of a cave I dropped my bag on concrete steps and sat ontop of a hill from the wooden old house. Washed away by the wind were roses, sunflowers, and rabbits.
Calm and graceful,
Fluttering in the wind
Their attraction to bright colors
Of flowering plants
Their life span so short,
Yet their wisdom so great
Beautifully inspiring
"The Fated Flower
The Final breath
Understand,
A fate called death
The gentle lion
The loyal horse
May have seen,
"The darkness of a shadow
The trickle of a stream
The sweet grass in a meadow]
As light cuts through the trees
The little barn owl swoops low
As a mouse rustles the leaves
a november leaf,
you turn it over anew.
lying in wait,
you murmur and coo.
dead grass beneath,
it’s just outside of your reach.
I swallowed air into my lungs.
The time we ran away in violet skies.
When the sun rised and numbed our eyes.
The love for the sea I then realized.
It vanished deep within me.
(If I were stranded on a deserted island I would bring my love and respect for nature with me).
I sat up on the hill,
My gaze caught the shore, forest, and stream,
Oh, what a thrill!
T’was the most glorious dream,
It never occurred to meto settle for beinga passing wind,
I demand to be anearth-shattering quake.
So how to be that?
An expert in the foresta predator at best
Bright orange against the deep greenlanguage narrowed to growls
Sharp canines ready to eatSpeed and precision their friends
Fierce they seem towards each otherThey are the most loyal of animals
Always together like a familyNever traveling alone
They depend on each other for survival
The breeze is gentle against the skinas it gets close to winter
School starts, but that is the only downsideIt isn't too fierce or too scarce
Love fulfills the air
Excitment rushes the animals
After pain and hardship, newborns are here
Curiosity is our energy
For Spring is full of happiness
Cold is the only word to describethe beauty of the ice snow.
It's hand is wrapped around usfor only a few months
White accompanies the stormsof this dreadful, beautiful time
i think of you and the butterflies, swarming my stomach, swim up and up to my throat in a tornado.my gums are growing flowers, making meadows of messages i can only wish to speak to you.
Its marveling bliss in one lick
Its pleasing reprieve in summers' dread
Its cooling head in summers' rays
the ice cream drips
on the sidewalk
under the tree
atop the worm
beneath the bee
I may not have all that I could
And life has taken more than it should
But music stays right by my side here
The fountain with a pond,
Sheds light in the dawn
As two little ducklings swam
Gliding through the water to land.
The male duck stretched and cawed
The female duck tucked and cleaned
As I revoke my heart
Don't regret loving me
As the breeze flies, so do I
And yet, I am tangible
The trees do not guide me
I bend them to my will
As the river flows, so do I
The harvest moon
Gives an iridescent glow
Onto the reflecting pool below.
Crickets and cicadas sing in
Perfect harmony as
With nowhere left to turn
Here is your opportunity to find yourself
You seem lost and disoriented
Just get yourself some help
You can turn it all around
All you have to do is try
I lie
to myself
to be
good
to my self.
I'll say:
I'm going
for a 5 minute walk
NOW!
:::::
An hour later
i return
smiling.
:::::
Everyone has a vision
Things are seen in a different light
From every mountaintop
As day turns into night
While traveling along
Sights will constantly change
As the journey continues onward
such grace as is given
to placate Divine:
façade to consume
hallowly time
theatrics ere soul
and a mind bent by minds
the ultimate boon
but a hope for sublime
I take leave of my fortress,
crossing that curious threshold.
I find myself enveloped by a dazzling palette of crimson and saffron:
a glorious manifestation of Divine artistry.
You always told me I reminded you of red roses
And suddenly I’m nine years old
Dirtying my favorite white dress in a garden I’d sneak out to
Picking petals off of sunflowers
My bones hang loose. Shaking unconsciously
With no rhythmic tune.
There’s gravel in your eyes. Was that from when I
Tried to run away? Did I spew up the ground when you
Said it's too late? Now you're begging me to
From visions far away
Things appear to be unclear
Uncertainty may fill the air
Causing people to live in fear
In those dark moments
You can always find yourself
In the midst of pandemonium
The ship will continue to travel
As the waves come about
There may have to be a change in its course
That my friends is no doubt
Continuing to sail at sea
The vessel will carry its mission
Snow
Pure white snow
Tainted with scarlet petals
Flowers of blood
Blossoming
Broken
Bent, broken and breathless
Howling lion
Endlessly prowling in blue
Temperament
As quick as wind
Ships ride rippling fur
Visited
By popular activity
Steps she steps
Thoughts forgotten
Movements driven Purely
Buy the sound
The smell
The taste
Natures tears
I walk a long and lonely path
Faithful shadow since left my side
Trees are my sole comfort
Yet comfort they do not provide
The shadows have stolen the moon
A vast, endless green field
Overwhelms me with its beauty
The soft, billowing breeze won't yield
How I wish you were here with me
Flowers of ev'ry hue
Dance so slowly to the wind's beat
I am a seed
about to break free.
stretching my roots outaward,
toward water,
toward sunlight.
I am a sapling
learning to thrive.
on my own,
opening my eyes.
I am a tree
In beauty The common saw thistle
Disintegrates
In my proximity
Soars to fly free
As captured moments
Take flight
In my thoughts
Charm the sun-lite clouds High above;
Often I look up to the Skies
Relishing the beauty it holds
Adorned at night by twinkling Stars
And daily by the fiery Sun
The full moon so enthralling
The wavy Clouds so gorgeous
Those winter leaves
are wanting me
I used to be a quiet girl
I used to sit in nature, hidden from the world
Those winter leaves
are calling me
Pushing me to be the best I can be
You remind me of nature,
I love it so much.
It's perilous but safe,
A little bit of it all.
Cold or hot,
Rainy or not,
Peaceful and beautiful,
It's all I'll ever want.
Watching a mammoth glacier
As it moved slowly across the blue and red seas
A ship made of gold and myrrh
Set adrift to follow the breeze.
Its body was pure snow
Cascading inward cutting amble down across sticks
Into the blacked, moonlit night
Creating an orchestra throughout the forests from mountain to sea consisting only of chirps
and clicks
Water from the sky
Falling like tears from an infant’s eye
Multitude of tiny drops
Watering many farmers’ crops
Rain is destruction
Blooming flowers red and white
Petals dancing in the morning light
Beautiful ballet in the wind
Twirl about till they land
Sitting down to rest
In the shade, for a picnic is best
I am not grass.
You cannot plant me
To then cut me down.
I am not a lawn.
I am not a plant
anchored by roots.
I fly across the sky.
I am not their lawn.
The air is stiff, as if the wind is holding its breath,
and there is a coolness to the air, soothing, calming, peaceful.
The grass is soft from where I'm sitting,
as if inviting me to stay and enjoy the moment.
They have stood their lastBut autumn is comingAnd the trees are the firstTo succumb to the changing days.Their leaves no longer lively and green,But now gorgeous shades of yellow and red.
I adore the wind;
It’s comfort over rules every
And any single thought I have had.
Shall the gust turn strong
Or the movements go astray
It is here to accompany me
Even if I’m not here stay.
The hardwoods cry in color this time of year
As the sun sets an owls call from within the deep hollow can be heard clear
There is no path to follow, not one less traveled by, no direction to steer
mountain high
valley low
orange leaves
earthy scent
sheer beauty
mother nature
wondrous creation
foggy sunrises
slanting sunlight
the edge of forever
gentle slope
I'll fly away again
High in the sky toward migration.
As civilizations increase
Our species continues to weep.
The more land you conquer
Forces more stress
And Less flowers.
Although I've strayed far from home
Mother always has a place for me
She reintroduces to her elaborate home
On nights when onyx raindrops start to fall,
I’m often met by memories that I miss.
The way you shone, like Helen, o’er them all,
The way your ruby lips had felt to kiss.
I think of how I held you ‘neath the sky,
These vertical floors constrain thought;
Internal desires are now fought,
Tides surging splatters all around
The artists mind, no reward found.
Each color streams grey from pallettes:
Night’s existence has inhabited it’s customary frame of space,
which has been allotted.
Haphazardly beautiful
rocks Spewed onto the Ground
bright and Safe through eyes of Blue
Shade so sweet to eyes of brown
red eyes see it Dead, Rustic
eyes Move fast and catch a glimpse
Young men sit
under an indigo sky
patient.
Poles extend over water
meanwhile
The first fisherman stops
over taken in thought
for in his haste he has neglected his eyes.
Forever crow another one
Chips and chirps of unseen ones
The voices I once heard begin to fade
As the voices die down
Mother nature begins to speak
Her whispering soul flows through the trees
Barefoot river child
Dirty hands, dirty eyes
What have you seen?
Remember the days
Forget those nights
Please just sing with the chickadees
There's laughter in the sun above
The beginning was harsh
Lava everywhere and with no life form
Thunderstorms braking out eveyday
Tornadoes hitting the ground tearing up the lands
Tsunamis covering the lands
Hail dropping from the sky
A little white feather on a boring swan lay,
wanted to go on an adventure that day,
so he unbuckled himself from the coat so white,
and sailed off without any fright.
Over the meadows and trees he floated,
The morning sun rises peacefully
and the birds begin to play.
The soft glow of pink and red turns
On airy cliff side sits the falcon’s nest,
A perch of splendid vacant seaside view,
And in it does my youthful spirit rest,
Absorbing breath of air and sky of blue;
While body lives the life of down-below,
I wish the trees had just met up
And said “let’s not be mean,
Why must we work so awfully hard
To keep our leaves so green?
Why don’t we halt this tiring race,
As odd as it may sound,
Words are funny, sometimes.
It used to be that "awesome" and "awful" meant much the same thing.
The kind of thing that, well--
Our journey is about to begin
The trek is high
The time is nigh
Up we go over rocks and rubble
A few do fall
A frightened call
But still we climb; higher and higher
One final leap
Beyond the sea lies the horizon.Go! Will you make it there?
The snow flake will not hesitate to boast its intricacy. Examine! Can you see a pattern or perhaps a maze?
Johnny came to visit when I was nine
He only had the chance to just that one time
He still smiled as often as he always did
But his smile seemed almost crooked
I asked him why that was and he said:
The page screams out
A faintly blinking blank screen in front
Of the pale face of the writer.
She stares with list
Disappointment at her failure to subsist on the great words of those
There is nothing like walking in the rain,
Feeling nature's power in the rawest form,
The rain, falling like angel's tears upon you,
Shattering against your skin, giving the world vegetative life from sorrow,
Can You See?
Have you
ever wondered
how a cave
would react
if light
would stream in
unashamed?
Could you imagine
the things
you could see
There’s an abandoned lot beside my bus stop, a barren block of concrete vacated after floodwaters swept the local businesses away
I’ve crossed this lot for years, at dawn with puffy red eyes and midnight with blisters on my feet
People say that white is pure
But I have found that green
is far more unadulterated
Until now, I never noticed how
one color
could evoke so much fulfillment
I sat amongst the weeds and felt
their stalks twist against the wind into
my torso and catch on the invisible hairs
of my arms, a push and pull in time
with the rhythm of the blanket beating
Your body is not a temple; it's a tree.
Equipt with branches for limbs and leaves for all the little in betweens.
Trees are meant to grow strong for years and years
with their roots consistently reaching further.
It did not feel like it should be snowing,
but it was.
The air was almost warm,
my jacket was open.
Walking along the dark dirt path
I saw
Where do you go when you want to be alone?
There are a thousand places in the world i call home.
Some I have only been to in my mind.
Others are high rocks reached after a climb.
Gone! Gone! The works of Man!
Returned to dust, where they began!
Washed low by wave and dripping rain!
Bare, cold stone where bones were lain!
Color stripp'd by desert sand and storm!
Why is it that Mother Nature
Blesses the winter
With an ivory coat and
Blesses the spring
.
pain, tears, and suffering
disappointment in yourself
and others’ disappointment in you
anger, hurt, and screaming
You came like storms in a drought.
Perfectly wild.
I come from where the sky is always yellow and the fruits grow upside down.
Your soul in particular, like mangos, I steal a taste whenever I find time to browse.
The beauty in life is its artwork.
I'm not talking about the paintings,
sculptures, or photographs that fill
the walls of museums, although
they are magnificent too;
Everything is Awesome
Why, because I’m crazy
So while I’m outside walking through the storm
Others are tucked away in comfort; lazy
The radiant energy from the sun shines
Reveals itself through the cracks of the in between branches of oak trees
As you exhale as a long sign of relief
You inhale The scent of freshly cut grass
The trees are Spartan spears,
Authority and valor pierce the Horizon—
They stand dense and hold light and Fog.
They do not bend for you and me, they never have.
They do not bestow Grace or Mercy
A fiery sunset over a lake at dusk
The intricate carvings on an ivory tusk
The ocean’s waves that crash and roar
And break upon a distant shore
The silvery twinkle in the stars at night
All Around
Beauty
Natural and Real
Unadulterated By Man's
Dull Existence
Butterflies
Birds
Even leaves
Hold powerful significance to the
Watchful eye
Retreat, regroup
Wind pummels rocky water,
Kinetic greets potential,
Bearing down on the steadfast shore.
Prequel of froth
Turbulent and tumultuous,
Echoed in the susurrus of spectators,
Diseases are taking overAnd sicknesses have prevailedIn this chemical world of oursMan playing God has failed.And it's not just the pills we takeBut the chemicals in our stuff
The furious sunflower grewup and out fromthe moronic cliffin adversarial passiondespising the repressionto bloom in magnificent effulgenceagainst the odds of austerity.
When Mother sent me out to playJust in the garden there,I saw a flower in the bedA crimson rose of deepest redI drew my sword, beware.Imagine now Red Dragon’s glareHis eyes sun fire hot,
I saunter throughthe vibrant copseto absorbI becomeverdantI ama treeplantedby the rivers ofliving waters.
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...Listen It is when immersed in a moment of silence that all the universe breaks forth in song and I a recipient simply sit in awe of the wondrous symphonic orchestrations
Gathered together from greatest to poorest thickets and meadows, a lush mighty forest. Peace and great solace amidst the strong trees broad leaf and fine needle they sway in the breeze.
The rustic life, pastoral scenes, the basis of idyllic dreams the simple ways of nature come, its harmony in total sum. These country settings, warm and real,
I felt the burly city too,Of brick and horns and sirens,Of rusty metal and broken glass,Of monolithic stone reachingFor the underside of space,And despite the raw strength of it all
Nature likes citieskeeps man stackedon top of each otherout of her wayso she can roam freein fields and mountainsdown gentle streams
.
He thought he shared the universe with all;Heard many voices in response remandAn inundation—words unlike his call,From the desert-bare cliff across the sand.Some morning from the parched and thirsty ground
I lost another poemthis morningin the early airbetween my home and my carI failed to net itput it in my poem jarit flew awaywill it be aroundsomewhereover therewhen I get back?
No hawk ever spoke onthermodynamicsyet they soar on columns of air—Sometimes I see the pillars in the sky(a colonnade of winds)I enter in at the palace gate.
.
I LookedI looked for lifeon a dusty trailkicking a rock for milesand I saw a shooting star.I looked for lifeup in the skywatched the birds soarand saw shapes in the clouds.
Come with me and watch the sunset fade.
Let’s get away from this fake masquerade.
Can you feel the cool, fresh air?
We can be ourselves here and have not a care.
The scenery here is very vivid and vast.
the moon's like God's flashlight for the lost in the night sky;
like God's spotlight to let you know he sees you and that you're a super star in your own right with your own light;
like Heaven's porch light to let you know
In the still of the night I cannot see,
Low as the moon appears to be sinking
Over the tall pine trees and the mountains clear.
Vacantly my poor mind avoids thinking,
Oh, the saccharine exhale of the skies
Breaking through the denseness of stagnant air
Lifting up spirits and drowning out destitute cries
Claiming the heavens as her lair
Reigns the frivolous delight known as wind
1041.7 miles every hour, is the speed at which the earth rotates But that speed seems a lot slower when you stop and realize all of things that are great.
The snow dances down
Like prima ballerinas,
Floating and flitting.
It lands with not one small sound,
A lull, then orchestra swells.
I take the small step from the inner boundaries of my home
to the unorchestrated planet outside where both biotic and abiotic creatures reside
Nature reaches the farthest realms in length and width
Deep in a forest
Where the wind blows
Lives the grass,
the trees and grow.
They strive off of life
And they know what is right
Here is where the wind blows
And the trees and grass grow.
Hummingbirds
Hummingbirds give me hope
I see them buzz, they rarely mope.
When I’m tired and blue
Few creatures point directly back to you.
Those Hummingbirds that do not sing
I like to watch people in the park, not in a creepy way but just to see how others do things.
Many hearts will come and FALL
BUT MY greed will remain steady
Cypress Delva
Residing by the wayside
The breeze whispering on my face
They say beauty is only skin deep.
And that true beauty is fitted to the soul.
To these I might agree.
For simple beauty is not but a visual stimuli that releases dopamine.
I stand upon a Cliffside,
Watching the hard white waves stride.
When I hear someone call me from my side;
I turn and meet a glare with their sunset eyes.
They cast my gaze to a valley side,
why don't people just stop and listen?
to the crickets chirping on a cool night.
to the slowing breath of the one they love, laying beside them.
listen to the air around them, for it's silence is loud enough.
lifted
I am and
swayed
Brought back to the sandy shore.
I feel the impact of the water
And I spar with the force
And still the sea beckoned
washings it’s salty brine over my feet
trapping them for good
I would be the lighthouse
the beacon in the night
the light guiding shipwrecks to their watery graves below
eyes wide ingesting everything
ravenous retinas
resolution high
wind whips blurry
hurried blinking bliss
air warm
thick breaths
breeze blue
sun beams
vast view
It’s in the way I see shapes in the clouds.
It’s how I feel when the sun kisses the horizon good night.
It’s when the bride and groom hold hands.
It’s the first breath from the summit.
Weeks on end this fog has not lifted
It blurs my vision and
my mind's nerves are racing
crashing, connecting, circling
tangling itself with this dense fog.
Today, the skies are gloomy
I have always loved the ocean. Blue, vast, and inviting, just like your eyes. My eyes are the color of the deep, green land. The land always grows with beautiful, exciting colors of comfortable change.
Stability is a joke. When I feel fine, it is time to plan on going somewhere else. All because of YOU. You came in acting as a replacement father and came out as a joke. A lying joke with no point and only offense. You think you can control me?
The air forcing me to breathe
The trees stealing my eyes
lips stuck like 2 phone books hit it off n got married
no prenup
cant find the fire in my eyes it was just here
wrote a paper tobackout
A breeze, trembling as it channels down through the trees,
Articulates itself to me as talking leaves sail from the higher bodies of nature.
Flowers have been planted in my heart
Roots intertwineing with my veins pulling them apart
Seeds burrowed deep inside my chambers
The planters thinking they are doing me a favor
Some stay and help them grow
The serenity of silence on a spring day.
Clear blue skies and a warming sun.
Nothing yells tranquility like this.
She was a bloom of light under the moon at night
a blossom bombardment of beauty, I surrendered
among the roses, seeking my purpose in sight
I could only sway in my place, unable to venture
Oh heed my soul my beating heart
To behold such beauty here
That’s makes my life
A shining star
A shimmer
Crests the mounts
Eastly rising more to come
With rising of the bloody sun
Her beauty is a flowershyly peeking its head above ground,but bursting with color.Hers is thegentle touch of the spring breeze,the placid clarity of
Storm clouds drift asunder
Sanction the golden sun
Silence raging thunder,
See smiles and to them run.
Inspiration hides
Where greatness resides
And is overlooked
We’re all overbooked
The day setting into a vast rice-bowl horizon
Lifeblood of the sun
Painted across ashen skies
A sailor’s delight
The wind forming a cocoon of tranquility
Where the cherry shall drop into the pink oceans
And he lamb’s ear shall hear the wind’s whisperings
The undefeated sun shall shine forth into the fourth of darkness
Yet the grounds are of pearl
Tears are wrongly looked upon,
As something only sorrow.
They show weakness,
Or they show anger.
But truly, tears are meant for better.
Walk through the woods,
Run and get lost in adventure.
The Experience of Self
By Andrea Spencer
Silver fingers
brushing soft pine’s needles
-whose frost scrapes
and burns this season-
into her human hands.
My memories of you are like the trees
Roots planted deep in the ground of my mind
Your branches, intertwined with every passing thought
Your eyes distant
And as deep as the blue sea
On sandy steps we watch
The waves curl and break
Words are not enough,
like the wonder of first love
seen in sweeping hills,
feeling eternity in the fields
Under a willow in yellowing fields,
Watching the bees as summertime yields,
The flowers to autumn's bitter chill.
I sit in the grass and time stands still.
Feathered white clouds hang in the sky,
If there was an exit,
Life would mean that much more,
Life would be that much harder,
Having to hold on knowing its ok to leave any time through that one-way door
Searching for it, she chose to stay,
The sky was pale blue
with tints of pink
through the window of a white washed house.
Branches hanging on to trunks of trees,
no leaves,
just pale white-brown.
As I stand in the sunshine in the garden by the little shrine,
My Nonna’s little shrine of humble fig trees,
And look at the vast blue sky,
You won’t find me in the crowd
My colors won’t capture your attention
So what do you see
When you turn to look in my direction?
When I stare into adversity
Slumber. Crema. Ludwig. Aden. Perputa. Amaro. Mayfair. Rise. Hudson. Valencia. X-Pro ll. Sierra. Willow. Lo-Fi. Earlybird. Brannan. Inkwell. Hefe. Nashville
So lightly you appear
And my mind just can not compare
Since everything is so different.
How can it be this colorful?
Still my sorrow lingers on too.
My heart aches at the loss
An old and wise book full of stories that stretch miles wide,
the old oak tree calmly rests without a soul by his side.
Years of experience the old oak has,
listens to the wind and gently swaying grass.
The leaves slowling falling down
So many leaves on the ground
Branches swaying back and fourth
The wind moves them and makes them free
The trees look so alive
They move and they breathe
You are the waves of the ocean,
Unapologetically crashing to the shore,
Then seeping back out to the sea,
To rise and fall unyieldingly.
You are the trees in the forest,
Radiant and confident,
Like wind, I'm unpredictable.
Bringing a breeze,
I cause people to move in my direction
and not be still.
Making the day that much better,
to know I am wanted and
not wished to go away.
In the cold and gray comfort of the morning
I stare at the skyline above my city.
6:14am
A cool colorless light seeps into the sky
Brightening the dullness.
Dreadlocks dangling down my bare, pale backMy eyes are the colour red like a sunset in summerA quick brush of wind converses with my skirtFeeling the rain start to f
I wonder what I can give,
as far as wisdom goes,
for I am somewhat young and have many years to live.
The cool Autumn wind blows
Is it not interesting, the way a single daisy grows through a crack in the sidewalk?
Layer upon layer of cement and sweat and exertion were
Smoothed into place there and were never meant to be disturbed my man’s efforts.
Is it not interesting, the way a single daisy grows through a crack in the sidewalk?
Layer upon layer of cement and sweat and exertion were
Smoothed into place there and were never meant to be disturbed my man’s efforts.
Thoughts unhinderedTravel spry, in the form of prose,Observation won't ceasewhen the world slows.
I am creative and laidback
I wonder about the bundle of variations called the multiverse
I hear the cackles of the last Shifkin before it engulfs its prey in one glup
Nature is a mystery,
but I am unique.
The world spins around in an orbit,
but my head spins through imagination of wild stories.
Out of boredom, the weather becomes a hectic storm,
He is famous:
He is loud and bright.
People are forced to acknowledge the sight of his existence.
Without him, nothing would get done.
Everyone loves the beauty of his entrance and even his exit.
Where the air flows fresh and crisp
And life radiates shades of green
And orange and red and colors
That run deeper than the scars
Of the Earth;
Where the grasp of man halts,
Giving way to nature,
Being alive im cold
I cant breath
Life being taken from me as i lay asleep
My mind wondering , whats happening to me
Life isnt over?
Than why do i feel dead
Fighting a nightmare
Looking for a dream
You know perfection
Is a man-made word
Because it is shallow.
Though its implications are potent,
No poetry projects from its reflection –
I sat and watch the stars above
How gracious how belove
The nature and the love
The earth is full of beauty,
With nature unity
What a blessed creativity
One foot at a time
I climb into my wet suit
Puff of air
As I check my tank
The unknown mysteriousness awaits
Bubbles float to the surface
The world starts to bounce in the glistening sunlight
Green sap oozing
from great gashes
in trees
into
paper, furniture, and houses
all for human needs
like the great stashes of black oil
oozing....
into
lakes, rivers, and streams
Oh, if only I could go
I'd walk towards a meadow
My screen of glass would stay astray
Divorced from me.
I'd settle among the tranquil trees,
and open my mind to new possibilities.
Peaceful rosary,
The moon and the sky.
A tree line’s lazy lush
Screaming inside me
A microscopic colony
Quiet vitality
I don’t know how
The world got so beautiful
If you take a look at me, with my piercings, my unnatural hair that feels more natural than the mousey brown I was born with, you can guess
Dedicated to a dear friend named Sandra Hong, whose life was tragically lost and taken away from us too soon in October 2013.
Soft, Calm, Cataclysm
Thats what I call a storm
Barely suppressed fury
Thats what I call a storm
Beautiful is the Earth!
Though not all things are mirth,
Every small thing has worth.
A yellow star presides;
A white moon touches tides;
A twinkling star abides.
A man may have a solid build.
Perhaps his hair’s softer than fleece.
Thick arms might lift a girl with ease.
Maybe his eyes with warmth are filled.
Some men stand with a solid stance.
A flower now blooms,
The soft green grass waxes tall,
A tree gains a ring.
The clouds become sparse.
So, too, is water now scarce,
And plants droop slowly.
Fool: careless human
Though I am free,
You could enslave me
Like a master that enslaves scholars.
Though I am resistant,
You could poison me
Like a predator that poisons its prey
Though I am tough,
The sun rises from her eastern lair,
She sounds like the hooting morning dove.
The fresh smells that are everywhere
Glow the reds and pinks that shine from above.
The new dew on feet so bare
Listen! I am between the sidewalk cracks
Listen! Here under asphalt bought with tax
Listen! To city trees with smog their ax
Hear my healing voice and have hope again
odd how i think ofYou in the spice aisleof the grocer near my homewhich sits empty,waiting forYour bodyto fill it with the smell of rosemary andsmoke. if only i had time
The moment of freedom
To do anything worthwhile.
Running, jumping, hopping through
The forest growth.
The only regret is crushing
An innocent insect.
But still you can smell the pine-
On this train,
I descend.
A cruel descent from heaven to hell.
The misty, rhythmic waterfalls
I am a goddess
A creation so divine that - galaxies will swirl in my veins- black and blue like a brusie so freshly wrought that the tinges of purple seem to darken the hues
I was staggering, drunk, holding onto my cousin as if she was now my physical crutch as well.
It was pitch black, the trees surrounding us, and if they weren't attached to mother earth,
My bare feet felt frigid,
as they squished the wet ground.
The dark emerald grass was damp
and powerless against me.
The blades of grass bent and plummeted
Cancer is scary,
Cancer is frightening,
but don't worry child,
Because I know you won't stop fighting,
like a tea sieve
filtering windfall colors.
The sundried day was cold,
and bird-eyed students waded
through the tea-thick air
on their way from class,
Let your mind
Bloom like a flower
In spring.
May your thoughts
Grow fertile
In soil of encouragement.
Create a field of plenty
Waiting to be harvest
Analyze me.
Let your eyes wander over me;
Map me, like the untamed land I am.
Explore me: my faults, my strengths, and my all.
I am a universe, my depths are infinite.
People judge me how they see me
Sometimes I am a turtle taking life slow
I am who I am not who people want me to be
Though hurt I don't let my emotions show
I'm like a beaver trying to make it on my own
my father met my mother on the train tracksleading out of Hackensack, New Jersey. she was clad in blue and embossed with blisters;he was wearing a black sweater and had a stumbling tongue.
Im standing on top of a hill tired and out of breath yet i see how similar my way up that hill is to my life.
Dashing o’er a thousand hills,
Gliding through the forests,
Dancing o’er a million fields,
Soaring o’er the jungles.
I sing a delightful melody,
I sing the tune of love,
Serene, still and calm I lie,
Stretched beneath the heavenly sky,
Lapping the dewy grass around me,
Silently I ripple and smile.
For long, long days,
I watch the birds overhead fly,
Gently floating down,
Gliding past lavender crowns,
Down, down, falling,
Brushing past flowers, and whispering,
Sweet, sweet words
of love, joy and pain;
Exchanging memories
I am cosmic dust.
I am a raging storm of gentle emotion.
My spirit is a wind that blows unobstructively.
I'm stronger than the words thrown into the voltage of my mind.
My heart still beats.
I am alive.
I remember my mother stating,"Im pregnant!" with such excitement only to come to realize that outr "father" had different plans for that baby.
The earth fed us through our feet as we stood in the grass.
The rain quenched our thirst as it dripped into our trembling hands.
We indulged in luscious conversation
Searching here and there, striving to find bliss...
Went to friends and colleagues,
they said get rich; enjoy luxury,
pleasure is the mean of bliss...
Not really!!
The glow and look in your eye.
A shock of excitement from your smile.
Spread of warmth from those delicate hands
Maybe even a stride in your walk
Huge, gray wonders.
Skin like leather draped over a seemingly giant frame.
A curious appendage for noisemaking.
Dark black eyes with kindness behind them.
Majestic, beautiful, and playful.
Sitting alone on the grass late one night
Admiring the starry sky shining so bright
I could not help but be in awe of my God
Who created the heavens and man out of sod
If I die,I want to be there,that tree,behind thosemountains,in the roots.Nextto the bugs
Choppedbut grounded.becauseIm not
those
I am an open space
Vast, Lush, Deep, Dark, or Green
A million words can describe my being
Though the only true one is "Dead"
No walls may confine me
I am viturally free
I'm always thinking and I'm dreaming
I'm always creating and my eyes are gleaming
With the thoughts of what can be and what will
My optimism is why I cannot keep still
and some people wonder where it comes from
If one laid on a prairie at night, they would experience the world and become awestruck
To all wounds of the heart,
Time is the antidote.
Designed like a coat
Soothing the pain as it impart
It is nonpareil
It understands what you want
As time acts more than a confidant
She moves with grace, a willow whisp
made with steel of natures breath
bird songs whistle past her lips
fingers climb like vines- endless
The worlds greatest contradiction
Beauty live in mind, in voice
Happiness is elusive,
But I am conclusive.
I have found the equation
To make life as glamorous as a fiction.
Take all of the negative vibes from society,
Push them into the leaving air.
The golden hue of a time forgotten
Silver shades of today,
Together they meld into the generations of my family.
Charcoal shadows give character to the night
While white light bathes the day in hope.
Solitude is where my comfort exists
And where I'm most blessed to be
Which is why I find myself
The scratch and swish of pen on paper,
Is wind through creaking trees on an Autumn evening
Oct 16
The air is cool
A steady stream of water pushing against the shore
Taking bits of it with it as it recedes back to its home over and over and over again.
Oct 5 2014
The sun is sitting on the crown of the trees just due east. Reaching her arms through its leaves,
Holding it. Like a mother hugs her child.
An evening glow arrays the luminous pines,
A banded forest stained with a velvet wine.
The brook speaks too much but says nothing at all,
Babbling a tune with each harmonious fall.
Much like a woman is the sky.
In the afternoon she is there, attending to her daily routine.
She shines bright, yet is taken for granted most days.
As evening nears, the night is only just beginning.
Inbetween the mountains I lay
Waiting for a warm breeze.
These days are rare now.
I look around,
I see beautiful, towering trees.
The snow on the mountain tops shines.
Have you noticed that the clouds move fast when there's no wind
did you know that they move slow when thunder breaks upon
Did you feel wind today, how it blew and blew?
Did you see the birds fearlessly taking flight home?
The sun is rising
leaves are falling,
the crisp, cold air has arrived
I love the feeling,
within my whole being, that you have awaken inside
you are my sunshine, my moon, and my stars,
From the darkness the sky unfolds
welcoming the new light of day.
Mellow colors flood the sky
and drag sleepy fingers across the earth.
The sun rises from the deep abyss of the night
Small, happy red fish
flipping in the bright blue waves.
Jump, splash, goodbye friend.
The apple rots when it very well pleases
The seed just does what it’s told
It grows and grows, the ground picks up the pieces
Of the apple tree’s selfish mold.
There’s no free will for the sapling
She was the moon
Glowing softly
Casting shadows upon the ground
She did not know herself
With changing faces
Appearing in different skies, different places
Everyday a piece of her fell away
The Northern Atlantic Right Whale
was nearly driven to extinction
by whalers who killed them
because they were the easiest whale to hunt.
In today's society,
I drove with the windows down To feel the air upon my skin To watch the sunlight kiss the trees To figure out what sleeps within
Shes beautiful and strong . She gave us life and is wise when to take it. She loves you even if you attack her. She gives to us, even when we steal from her. She tries to warn us but we won't listen.
To avoid the darkness
Nature is my happiness
The trees, they shiver cold
But now I have something to hold
The sun fills my eyes instead of cries
Water flows feel like my hair
A cold breeze. A silent hum in the air. A breath slowly fills my lungs. Happiness fills my soul. Long hours in a quiet room. I finally escape the chaos that life has created. The leaves fall on the ground and I let it all go.
Find yourself exploring
Less bags and more outdoors
See the setting sun
Hear the chirping birds
Smell the sea salted ocean water
Taste the fresh air
Touch the slimy catch of the day
When I walk with the moonlight,
Not underneath but beside it,
It whispers to me 'do not lose heart,
And then I go out and try it.
When I swim with the clouds,
Gliding through the fluffy air,
Bright blue eyes
Clear skies
Light rain
Life gains
Small hands
Green lands
Tall trees
Livid keys
First laugh
Fresh path
Fallen leaves
He sees
The tree laughs
Children play below
On a hot summer day so slow
The tree is shade
And the tree likes offering aid
The tree smiles
A couple look deeply into each other's souls
Walking werewithal into a forest
Hearing the calls of birds and gurgling streams
Without a care in the world,
Or so it seems
Sun on my face as the trees rise before me
What I wouldn’t give for a camera
to freeze this moment
forever
and always.
To show people the richness of the soil;
how it clumps together -
dark,
shifting,
I survey the land ahead.
As i look out on the horizon,
I see a humming bird,
hovering near a flower.
I hear a bee,
buzzing around me.
And
I distinctly hear a tree fall,
in the distance.
It’s tempting,
to gaze upon the night sky
and see only crisp starlight, juxtaposed
with a firm sheet of outer space.
But most would know that soon,
There was a girl, graceful and free
She looked in the mirror just to see
If her hair was not in a big mess
To see if she looked rather stressed
To make sure her makeup was intact
A casual ray floating through the airIlluminating the deep caves of my sheetsPressing against my skin with delicate sincerityMurmuring to me to wake upAccompanied by the birds exquisite melodies
I could say,
"Mama, Mama, Mama, come help me"
but you are so busy living out a Colorado fantasy
A letter was on a page
part of a word
part of a conciousness
flowing out of the river of ideas
ebbing from the
lake of creativity.
The letter vibrates
through the air
As I took the time to ponder one day I came across a forgotten thought
That thought was a memory of long ago under a tree
I laid
Introducing: the storm that brews in her mind...
It's force and undying winds become too much to bear
Left her drained, dry, just an empty shell
A foggy reflection, an expressionless stare
We have become comfortable with our lifestyles to the point where we ignore what is happening to the world around us.
Can't you see the afternoon sky,
violet with the polutants of man?
Lone Wolf
Wandering among a forest of pines
And through the chilling snow
Trying to find a place of warmth
The follower slides down the mountainsides,
of pale glory, traveling amongst the lines to paradise
It’s almost like a dream
With the earth beneath us
And the colors above
The greens and the blues form an ocean
Blending together to create waves
That seems to go on forever
The gift of life is the most precious thing of all
Two feet peak out from behind
That will soon start to unwind
And will make him stand very tall
We all watch in awe
The mother is patient
The world is a canvas
And nature is the painting
All the colors flow together
To create a beautiful picture
The location determines the temperature
While the seasons pick the colors
Walking on the rocks
My feet close to
The giant structures
I felt a bond- a beauty.
Trekking through the rocks
Watching life in stillness
And little creatures creep & crawl
“Why? It’s too much.”
Why ask me again? I already told you.
Red skinned, sweet sweat lines our noses
My ankle propped on yours,
Eyes quizzing the other’s.
We don’t have the money.
“But why?”
The Fearful TreeBy,Daniel Naglowsky, Jr.As his life begins, the tree is just a seedPetite and desolate, he will soon be like a weedAn unfavorable feeling is his only emotion
Driving on an old country road
Take me to natures mountain home
Tennessee old Country Roads
Today I say good morning to the sun!
Usually it is the sun that wakes me up every single day.
But today is special...
At six a.m. it is I smiling down as the Sun
Stirred from his deep, deep slumber.
A Blood Moon NightWritten by Adam M. SnowTonight I watched in awe,the moon once pure and white.
our mother (earth) knows pain more than any human could experience and/orcomprehendbouts of droughts are known to occur during summer; the phrase “when it rains it pours” isn’t well known for little reasoning
You took my home
My trees
My life
You rolled in with those big machines
All loud and bright
I am small
I instantly fill with fright at the sight before me
Sunny
Happy smile
Always love my masters
Just waiting a hug
Suddenly a big stick coming through
Life, with its joyous song, is ever bright.
The symphony is rich and full and strong.
It plays in the summer’s resplendent light,
While birds are chirping their resounding song.
Heavy sunshine sets the leaves aflame
Until, by and by, it doth remain.
But then it cools and remains no more
You are the sky
I am the sea
and although we make each other complete
the universe says we shall never meet.
We are divided by a horizon
made prevalent by the sun that you see
The forest:
I go here to be at peace.
My spiritual place that
spills its breath onto the world
in the bird’s call of morning
and the owl’s song of night.
Here is my serenity,
Blossoming petals,
Sakura,
Softly glowing in the spring rain,
Shine!
Shine in the midst of sorrow,
A symbol of hope
And new beginnings.
I often dream of myself floating from space, looking down upon the planet and watching its peacefulness. And from up above, if my voice could somehow reach every human being, I would say, "Stop trying to dominate nature."
A memory
of the placid jungle stream
filled with silvery fish
of the flutter of butterfly wings against the lush green of the forest
of the waterfall, flowing as if it came out of the cliffs itself
Copper flakes fell from my hand and drifted away in the icy current. Engrossed by the dry, dancing scales, I crushed the thin skin of the leaf until it disintegrated into the stream below.
Hear the butterflies beating their blue wings; beautiful and sad.
Listen to the wind
shut your eyes
i think about silhouettes of trees
when the leaves are dead and crumpled on the ground
when the sky is deep red mixed with orange as vibrant as the sun kissed wings of a monarch butterfly
and there is the tree
You can't go to war with nature.
Even though man can destroy it and remold it and shape it
into something profitable - mechanical - civil.
It will win you over again.
Growing up you took care of me no matter how bad i was
you gave me food and a roof and a mothers love
from hugs and kisses to beatings and punishment
i laugh so much when i think of all of it
She looks at it.
It looks at her.
Like looking in a mirror.
Nature vs. Nurture.
She reclines her seat
As she watches the breeze
Whisk around the palms
And give ache in her feet.
Smoke clogs her lungs and makes it hard to breathe
Cough, cough she tries to hard
Her tears dry up as her children beg Her to give them more
but nobody listens to Her needs, to Her pleads
I wanna feel the ocean's waves
engulf me in it's blue wonderland,
To feel safe and secure.
Someone hold,
Because I just might drown.
To feel the heat-absorbed sand hug my toes,
You are always there...
When the sun starts its rise
The stars and paint merge their glows
The night's soft demise
As the surrealism flows
No matter how unreal
Whatever reality may be
Like fire cascading down the mountains .
Setting ablaze he trees.
With the last spot of light to be seen .
Enforcing a relaxed mood in the atmosphere.
After a hard days work
In the city, coffee-toting zombies of the morning
pass along the avenue, a rich soup of smog and
haze. Skyscrapers stretch to block the sun, weeds
growing in the cracks of neglected sidewalks. The
Oh! Amidst that vast evergreen forest,
Lies an immaculate crystal palace
Surrounded with red delicate rose crests
Lives a beautiful queen with no malice.
Oh! Her smile and her laughter fools many
On a clear night, I look up and think
that the sidewalk would rise vertical
so that I may walk
all those miles to the stars
and on a bright morning
as the sun still nudges the horizon,
Quel night, those timber windy woods and plains of shushing grasses
The sky is very still while the earth slowly passes.
Nothing stirs, no bird nor bear, across the country’s dim
The beauty of nature puts me at peace, and as I observe it, my sadness will cease. I look at the sky, watching cardinals whiz by, and the bulk of my stress is released. From worry to wonder, my anxiety plunders, when I close my eyes and just br
The woods were encumbering in the sunrise.
My gut wrenched with uncertainty of the buzzing feeling
atop my forehead.
A little green creature rested in the nests of my tousled hair,
Beautiful is she who speaks.
Not with words scribbled out,
Or with the dance in her feet.
It's the beauty she finds in defeat.
My summer love, with the passion of the sun's warm rays
and by night you're a gentle breeze, giving ease to a busy day.
Dear Branches,
Gnarled and twisted.
Dear leavess,
Brown and rotting,
We give thanks to thee,
Dear tree
For through thee
Our family lives vicariously.
Though dead and gone,
I'd rather see Nature destroyed than left untouched
I’m outside, enjoying the view and warm sun
Guaranteed, this is where I’ll always be
I hear the thump of deer, grunt of a steer
Cages thrown deep into the Hudson
The fishermen smoke stogies on the pier
I fear- that I might get sick
for the air is thick with the stench of smoke and chum
It stabs at my nostrils on my morning run
As I drift off to sleep,
my mind enters into a door of dreams,
a door filled with adventures for me.
Suddenly, I find myself in the sky in marvelous flight
Seeing the world from up so high.
The Sun rises.
Glory,
Happiness,
New Life.
The Sun moves.
Progress,
Change,
Lessons learned.
The Sun sets.
Hardship,
Upheaval,
Violence.
Sweet breezes of flower-filled air
caress the curls at the back of my neck.
I gaze at blessed people who bath in sun’s stare,
as if reclining on a beach or a lake house deck.
landing lights
stomp
ancestors awaken themselves
on my hand, belongs the nail of a great-great grandmother
on my face is an ancient beauty mark, belongs to a great-great-great grandfather
The wind whips me, yet I don't fall.The rain rolls down my back.Thousands of my twins stand tall.Together we stand and will not crack.
The tulips
--Red Yellow Purple White--
Raise sleepy heads
Above their bed of grass
As they nod softly
Still on the cusp of sleep
The breeze filling dreams
With spring and summer scent
Epitomy of beauty.
Thin, striking, bright.
The opening act, yet the star of the show.
Your abstract curves,
And evil glare,
Snap attention and draw eyes.
Mouths open, hearts race.
We left when it was still light and returned when it was about night.
The moon hung in the sky with a dark cloud lampshade.
Less watts than a microwave, but the power never goes out.
He told me to contain my hair.
To pull the reins on my paradise.
He said "They won't stop staring."
He couldn't understand the mutiny.
I had a Garden of Eden growing from my roots.
Perched on a hill
Humble with nature's best
Provider
Observed
Tranquilizer
Keeps me sane.
No human element can toch thee.
Stationary, revolved around all seasons.
I love you, Mother Nature
and your gentle breeze
I thank you, Mother Nature
for the calming seas.
I love beautiful Blue Birds
Beautiful birds
Beautiful peddles
Different flowers every where
Roses are Beautiful
Wind is sometimes calm
The wind is sometimes very cold
-The smell of wet leaves, and seeing bald trees
-Shows something to me, the the flow of things coming and going
-Knowing this scene was meant to be
-"Falling Into Autum" isn't an easy thing
Beautiful, serene, fleeting
This day is just like every other
Walking, talking, listening,
People are oblivious to nature
Tall, big, bulky
My Mountain is my home, my fortress, my stone pedestal. My Mountain is my bread, my drink, my hunt.
A dying tree makes me weep.How beautiful it once was,how it will never be again.It’s branches no longer bend.It longs for sleepas Spring brings ever-closerits impending end.
A lofty tower looming above the others
A tall man who sticks up above the rest in a crowd
A tree rising above the shrubs in the mighty forest
Walking home from my grandparents' house
Skin soaking up the moonlight
I pass the pond
Stars, pinpoints, reflect on the glassy surface
The frogs along the edges engaged
In a symphony of sound
Believed in what is not true,
Faith is what it is,
or is it?
False is what I break,
Truth is what I make,
or do I?
Destroy what I need,
Create what I want,
or do I?
Dear Dollar Dahlia,
My childhood was spent in your bloom.
I plucked your purples and pinks
Reds and oranges and yellows
For my mother and for the table
I put your blossoms in my hair
I want to reach up and touch the tip
Of the tallest tree on the tallest hill
And maybe then I'll get a look
At all the world and have my fill
Of forests and mountains
Of lakes and streams
A river, cheery and merry,
Is a picture of perfect happiness.
It laughs as it trips and falls,
Crashing into obstacles in its way.
Never angry nor upset,
I sit on a crooked tree branch
Leaning against it
As I stare out into the distance
Mountains tower above
Darkened shadows with white tips
Shrouded in pale mystery
Meadows crowd the land below
Ripples drift across the surface of the old pond
Small minnows dart between the gray rocks
Fireflies play along the surface
The forest awaits
Hundred-year-old trees tower above
Holding up the sky with their branches
She cried through the winter,
and so the earth painted itself her favorite shade of green.
She cried for space to chase her dreams,
and so the earth opened into a sky of pale blue.
When I was six, I would lift this rockthat lay between the swing set and the shedof the backyard behind the little condo off of Bear Hill Road.Underneath the stone were tiny little black spots
the sun was beating through the cracks in the branches, and my body was dripping with sweat from the short walk.
Sylvan scenes of virgin timber
an enchanted forest she longs to discover
where mighty oaks give inspiration
and leaves aid in rejuvination
she need a place to breath in the summer.
She's warm,
bringing brightness
at the end of each storm.
Embracing morning with a kiss.
Reborn.
She weeps.
Tears like the dew
roll and wash down her cheeks.
Oh, bear,you rage and roarincomprehensiblyYou are angry, but I don’t know why.
Oh, bear,you rage and roarall the morebecause you cannot make yourself known.
What would the earth do
if I outlast forever?
The trees will perish
The flowers will relinquish
But life will continue on
It took me so long to notice
the setting of the moon.
The sunset is much more obvious
as the moon fades away slowly
like someone fades from love.
The lover is infatuated with the moon
I have a fear
A fear of falling
Heart is calling
Wanting you
Body is trembling
Hands are shaking
Eyes are longing
Mouth is wispering no
Dying inside
Of you not knowing You
When our species is summoned
Brought from the unknown
Where in is one's spirit shown?
It is hidden deeply within
only obviously felt when
you feel it radiating remembering where
This morning I woke
with you on my mind
and like a child
opening that gift
whose contents are
no mystery,
I tore back the
curtain.
You'd be there,
On your perch.
Lightly floating on a winter breeze,
Swirls of white and silver twist,
Blanketing the land in an ice-cold freeze.
Sparkling like the finest mist,
The land becomes a snowy landscape,
Listen, to each of those tiny drops of rainWhispering an iridescent pattern of shallow notesTake note as wonder takes its course,
I'm throwing punches and giving kicks,
performing all kinds of crazy tricks,
I'm dodging bullets, dodging blades,
To take away from humanity,
and to be stolen from nature.
We have yet to decide which should be mandatory.
Nature is what makes up this world.
Birds in their nest curled
It can be rough, but somehow we make it through.
You are left vulvnerable and scared, but
that is what makes you grow and be stronger
Forbidden crystals
And possibilities within
Soaring through the questions
Revealing secrets to wanderers
Unknown colors and shapes
Where paradise awaits
Adventures unfolding
Tűz, Víz, Levegő, Föld
Őselemek lennének ők, nevüket sokszor átkozták. Rengeteg ember életét kioltották.
Velük tárgyalni nem lehet, nem állhatsz elé a futótűznek.
when I can't sleep I think of Her
she's a willow tree with weeping branches and leaves
the other trees reach to the sky but she
lightly grazes the ground with her long green fingers
Nature
Terrifying, Beautiful
Hurts, Comforts, Captivates
Confusion, Confirmation, Information, Destruction
I hope one day to be as proud as a bluejay. Standing tall and fierce, hopping about to get what I want, sure that nothing will get in my way.
Their was a time when I was small
The flowers standing proud and tall
I would walk amongst the blades of grass that were taller then I
And the house beneath the tree 'twas mine
The sun is up it's the crack of dawn,
time to start the day.
The roosters crowing, the hens are laying,
through the mist of morn I see a baby fawn,
time to throw the hay.
Majesty
The only word to describe
Tranquility
The water ripples slowly under the sun
The slow breathing still rock
Protects the trinkling waterfall
As its own
Because they are one.
Dense
black
sky
stars
drip
in
from millions
and millions
of miles
away.
From here
A field
Of untrimmed berries
Lies in darkness;
As a rust-redpickup
Lumbers in,
Sleep-eyed children
Clutching Mommy
Wait
For something only they can hear.
It gathers,
Dead asleep , she came to liven me.
We took a stroll down a perfect road.
So I knew it was a dream.
Finally I was able to see her soul was the remedy.
She explained why the sky rained .
Gentle whispers
Breezy nights
Cute whiskers
Soft moonlight
Delicate roses
Brilliant stars
Looking to kill time. Thinking of taking a nap but find a trail instead. Signs at the start saying, "Under Construction." Under Construction. Nature? Under Construction? How Silly! I follow what is inside, I am nature not a sign.
are we the glistening flakes of snow that fall
between trees?
the sum of every analogy
could not describe what I believe;
what being
human
means to me.
and if my god is out there,
The rush of the wind is like the blood of the earth,
And the chime from afar is calming.
The crickets are crying,
Serenading the sky,
As the trees oblige to the wind's calling.
I can hear the crash of the mighty waves on the shore
my feet are submerged into the prickly sand
As a baby, I laid and cried in my crib
Observing the sunlight peering through my window
If you think of Spring, what do you see?Flowers, eggs, bunnies, or bees?I see the grass, green and lush;The streams filled with a serene gush.The sky is a blanket, infinite and blue;
I woke up to the rain.
It sung stories of the old.
Of when fall came, and left.
Of when Winter,
In his biting cold-
In his bitter whiting wonder,
Came.
And left.
The stories of the four
With pansies of mourning delight
And posies shaded bright,
Waning souls convene the last.
For our mother of ebony sight,
The mistress of our midnight,
Close the wealth inequality gap
Educate the people and give them clean water,
food, housing, and stable employment.
Help the people who cry out loud
Free the ghettos of an oppressed crowd
The people of the Earth, were once married to it. In a Garden good and pure, they lived quite happily.
I would comb the beaches
of garbage--sca-tter--ed trash,
collect the refuse like we once collected seashells
as the waves crash.
And scrub off the chemicals
A world once of simplicity
Has fallen into a mystery
From chaos and destruction
Humanity could only blossom
A summer breeze
A winter’s freeze
She cycles annually with ease
A thankless offer
And yet we rob her
Of her finite gifts
We take, we take
She breaks and breaks
The lush meadow grass,
A bright sunny day.
Palm clasped in yours
Through the fields we'll play.
We can sing and talk,
I'll ask you how you are.
I arose from the ashes
Sparks of life ignite from my very being
Majestic and free I am
As I spread my wings and sore with nimbus
For today I will let go of the past
The beauty that persists
Individuality among the mass
Her brow is focused
Perched upon it, an
Owl, soaring through the words
Into the unknown.
Her eyes lead