Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 11:00am
9th Feb 2025 11:00am
awakenings
accepting invitation
the herder stands
a distant shaped shade
woolen coats tender ears
fluttering to catch each
fallen sound
unlocking small gates
cloven hooves clatter
the lone sheep waits
hers is colossal bleating
I look into her inquiring glance
repenting not her stoic nature
respecting distance
the herder tells me
she tends to follow
his every footsteps
there were no little lambs
she strayed from the other ewes
upon an open pasture
he shares a flask
I...
the herder stands
a distant shaped shade
woolen coats tender ears
fluttering to catch each
fallen sound
unlocking small gates
cloven hooves clatter
the lone sheep waits
hers is colossal bleating
I look into her inquiring glance
repenting not her stoic nature
respecting distance
the herder tells me
she tends to follow
his every footsteps
there were no little lambs
she strayed from the other ewes
upon an open pasture
he shares a flask
I...
#animals
85 reads
14 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
27th Jun 2022 2:31am
27th Jun 2022 2:31am
Animals
We are no different than animals
We piss and shat
We drink and sext
We eat like god damn pigs.
And I want nothing to do with it.
can I just be a robot,
no one able to violate me.
Ever again (ever again.)
Can I just be a robot?
We piss and shat
We drink and sext
We eat like god damn pigs.
And I want nothing to do with it.
can I just be a robot,
no one able to violate me.
Ever again (ever again.)
Can I just be a robot?
#animals
407 reads
1 Comment
TimWombles
Poem Published
18th Sep 2021 8:48am
18th Sep 2021 8:48am
Polly
I got a parrot, Polly is it's name
Never know what that bird will say, I swear I'm not to blame
Polly is a smart ass, born somewhere south of hell
Where it got its phrases, it's a secret she'll never tell
Chorus::
"Polly wants a hand grenade"
"Blow it up"
"Blow it up"
Polly doesn't care about the plans you made
"Blow it up"
"Blow it up"
"Polly wants a hand grenade"
Polly on the front porch in the dark on Halloween
Kids knocking on the door
"Cut his throat, cut his throat!!"
Man those kids would scream ...
Never know what that bird will say, I swear I'm not to blame
Polly is a smart ass, born somewhere south of hell
Where it got its phrases, it's a secret she'll never tell
Chorus::
"Polly wants a hand grenade"
"Blow it up"
"Blow it up"
Polly doesn't care about the plans you made
"Blow it up"
"Blow it up"
"Polly wants a hand grenade"
Polly on the front porch in the dark on Halloween
Kids knocking on the door
"Cut his throat, cut his throat!!"
Man those kids would scream ...
#animals
#funny
399 reads
8 Comments
TimWombles
Poem Published
18th Sep 2021 8:48am
18th Sep 2021 8:48am
Polly
I got a parrot, Polly is it's name
Never know what that bird will say, I swear I'm not to blame
Polly is a smart ass, born somewhere south of hell
Where it got its phrases, it's a secret she'll never tell
Chorus::
"Polly wants a hand grenade"
"Blow it up"
"Blow it up"
Polly doesn't care about the plans you made
"Blow it up"
"Blow it up"
"Polly wants a hand grenade"
Polly on the front porch in the dark on Halloween
Kids knocking on the door
"Cut his throat, cut his throat!!"
Man those kids would scream ...
Never know what that bird will say, I swear I'm not to blame
Polly is a smart ass, born somewhere south of hell
Where it got its phrases, it's a secret she'll never tell
Chorus::
"Polly wants a hand grenade"
"Blow it up"
"Blow it up"
Polly doesn't care about the plans you made
"Blow it up"
"Blow it up"
"Polly wants a hand grenade"
Polly on the front porch in the dark on Halloween
Kids knocking on the door
"Cut his throat, cut his throat!!"
Man those kids would scream ...
#animals
#funny
399 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 11:51am
8th Jan 2025 11:51am
Bears
In the dense forests, bears roam curiously,
their heavy paws tread softly.
Ancient survival rituals.
Marked trees, scratched bark, sustenance.
They move with grace despite their size.
Instincts honed over millennia.
Mothers protecting their young, teaching them to fish,
climbing, seeking shelter.
But the world is changing,
the forests are becoming thinner,
the ice is melting,
the seasons are changing,
their habitats are shrinking,
food sources are dwindling,
invisible borders are approaching, ...
their heavy paws tread softly.
Ancient survival rituals.
Marked trees, scratched bark, sustenance.
They move with grace despite their size.
Instincts honed over millennia.
Mothers protecting their young, teaching them to fish,
climbing, seeking shelter.
But the world is changing,
the forests are becoming thinner,
the ice is melting,
the seasons are changing,
their habitats are shrinking,
food sources are dwindling,
invisible borders are approaching, ...
#animals
#culture
#faith
#nature
#spiritual
67 reads
9 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 11:51am
8th Jan 2025 11:51am
Bears
In the dense forests, bears roam curiously,
their heavy paws tread softly.
Ancient survival rituals.
Marked trees, scratched bark, sustenance.
They move with grace despite their size.
Instincts honed over millennia.
Mothers protecting their young, teaching them to fish,
climbing, seeking shelter.
But the world is changing,
the forests are becoming thinner,
the ice is melting,
the seasons are changing,
their habitats are shrinking,
food sources are dwindling,
invisible borders are approaching, ...
their heavy paws tread softly.
Ancient survival rituals.
Marked trees, scratched bark, sustenance.
They move with grace despite their size.
Instincts honed over millennia.
Mothers protecting their young, teaching them to fish,
climbing, seeking shelter.
But the world is changing,
the forests are becoming thinner,
the ice is melting,
the seasons are changing,
their habitats are shrinking,
food sources are dwindling,
invisible borders are approaching, ...
#animals
#culture
#faith
#nature
#spiritual
67 reads
9 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 11:51am
8th Jan 2025 11:51am
Bears
In the dense forests, bears roam curiously,
their heavy paws tread softly.
Ancient survival rituals.
Marked trees, scratched bark, sustenance.
They move with grace despite their size.
Instincts honed over millennia.
Mothers protecting their young, teaching them to fish,
climbing, seeking shelter.
But the world is changing,
the forests are becoming thinner,
the ice is melting,
the seasons are changing,
their habitats are shrinking,
food sources are dwindling,
invisible borders are approaching, ...
their heavy paws tread softly.
Ancient survival rituals.
Marked trees, scratched bark, sustenance.
They move with grace despite their size.
Instincts honed over millennia.
Mothers protecting their young, teaching them to fish,
climbing, seeking shelter.
But the world is changing,
the forests are becoming thinner,
the ice is melting,
the seasons are changing,
their habitats are shrinking,
food sources are dwindling,
invisible borders are approaching, ...
#animals
#culture
#faith
#nature
#spiritual
67 reads
9 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 11:51am
8th Jan 2025 11:51am
Bears
In the dense forests, bears roam curiously,
their heavy paws tread softly.
Ancient survival rituals.
Marked trees, scratched bark, sustenance.
They move with grace despite their size.
Instincts honed over millennia.
Mothers protecting their young, teaching them to fish,
climbing, seeking shelter.
But the world is changing,
the forests are becoming thinner,
the ice is melting,
the seasons are changing,
their habitats are shrinking,
food sources are dwindling,
invisible borders are approaching, ...
their heavy paws tread softly.
Ancient survival rituals.
Marked trees, scratched bark, sustenance.
They move with grace despite their size.
Instincts honed over millennia.
Mothers protecting their young, teaching them to fish,
climbing, seeking shelter.
But the world is changing,
the forests are becoming thinner,
the ice is melting,
the seasons are changing,
their habitats are shrinking,
food sources are dwindling,
invisible borders are approaching, ...
#animals
#culture
#faith
#nature
#spiritual
67 reads
9 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 11:51am
8th Jan 2025 11:51am
Bears
In the dense forests, bears roam curiously,
their heavy paws tread softly.
Ancient survival rituals.
Marked trees, scratched bark, sustenance.
They move with grace despite their size.
Instincts honed over millennia.
Mothers protecting their young, teaching them to fish,
climbing, seeking shelter.
But the world is changing,
the forests are becoming thinner,
the ice is melting,
the seasons are changing,
their habitats are shrinking,
food sources are dwindling,
invisible borders are approaching, ...
their heavy paws tread softly.
Ancient survival rituals.
Marked trees, scratched bark, sustenance.
They move with grace despite their size.
Instincts honed over millennia.
Mothers protecting their young, teaching them to fish,
climbing, seeking shelter.
But the world is changing,
the forests are becoming thinner,
the ice is melting,
the seasons are changing,
their habitats are shrinking,
food sources are dwindling,
invisible borders are approaching, ...
#animals
#culture
#faith
#nature
#spiritual
67 reads
9 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
10th Jun 2023 8:47pm
10th Jun 2023 8:47pm
Ambling Fleet
I've wandered beyond my shadow
to where the sunlight tapers off through canopies of dark green trees
and darker still
the limbs and seeds.
I have seen egrets here,
dropwort and driftwood curled
into the shape of a slumbersome badger,
no one perishes the thought.
I wouldn't mind
if you happened to
walk with me a while,
down the verge and track,
edged by ferns,
scored by beech,
we can divert
from the shine of the beach's mouth
to follow the upward line, slide,
guide bodies along the...
to where the sunlight tapers off through canopies of dark green trees
and darker still
the limbs and seeds.
I have seen egrets here,
dropwort and driftwood curled
into the shape of a slumbersome badger,
no one perishes the thought.
I wouldn't mind
if you happened to
walk with me a while,
down the verge and track,
edged by ferns,
scored by beech,
we can divert
from the shine of the beach's mouth
to follow the upward line, slide,
guide bodies along the...
#earth
#animals
#birds #nature
#birds #nature
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0 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
10th Jun 2023 8:47pm
10th Jun 2023 8:47pm
Ambling Fleet
I've wandered beyond my shadow
to where the sunlight tapers off through canopies of dark green trees
and darker still
the limbs and seeds.
I have seen egrets here,
dropwort and driftwood curled
into the shape of a slumbersome badger,
no one perishes the thought.
I wouldn't mind
if you happened to
walk with me a while,
down the verge and track,
edged by ferns,
scored by beech,
we can divert
from the shine of the beach's mouth
to follow the upward line, slide,
guide bodies along the...
to where the sunlight tapers off through canopies of dark green trees
and darker still
the limbs and seeds.
I have seen egrets here,
dropwort and driftwood curled
into the shape of a slumbersome badger,
no one perishes the thought.
I wouldn't mind
if you happened to
walk with me a while,
down the verge and track,
edged by ferns,
scored by beech,
we can divert
from the shine of the beach's mouth
to follow the upward line, slide,
guide bodies along the...
#earth
#animals
#birds #nature
#birds #nature
220 reads
0 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
10th Jun 2023 8:47pm
10th Jun 2023 8:47pm
Ambling Fleet
I've wandered beyond my shadow
to where the sunlight tapers off through canopies of dark green trees
and darker still
the limbs and seeds.
I have seen egrets here,
dropwort and driftwood curled
into the shape of a slumbersome badger,
no one perishes the thought.
I wouldn't mind
if you happened to
walk with me a while,
down the verge and track,
edged by ferns,
scored by beech,
we can divert
from the shine of the beach's mouth
to follow the upward line, slide,
guide bodies along the...
to where the sunlight tapers off through canopies of dark green trees
and darker still
the limbs and seeds.
I have seen egrets here,
dropwort and driftwood curled
into the shape of a slumbersome badger,
no one perishes the thought.
I wouldn't mind
if you happened to
walk with me a while,
down the verge and track,
edged by ferns,
scored by beech,
we can divert
from the shine of the beach's mouth
to follow the upward line, slide,
guide bodies along the...
#earth
#animals
#birds #nature
#birds #nature
220 reads
0 Comments
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