fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
26th Aug 2024 1:12am
26th Aug 2024 1:12am
Letting Go
You are the beauty in my soul
Something that I didn’t realize made a hole
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You are the bird that sings.
That swoops around a little playful thing
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You were a typhoon
In the quiet of my room
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
Now you are an ache
In the center, where you pushed the stake
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
I lay here taking...
Something that I didn’t realize made a hole
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You are the bird that sings.
That swoops around a little playful thing
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You were a typhoon
In the quiet of my room
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
Now you are an ache
In the center, where you pushed the stake
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
I lay here taking...
#death
#despair
#sadness
83 reads
20 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
26th Aug 2024 1:12am
26th Aug 2024 1:12am
Letting Go
You are the beauty in my soul
Something that I didn’t realize made a hole
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You are the bird that sings.
That swoops around a little playful thing
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You were a typhoon
In the quiet of my room
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
Now you are an ache
In the center, where you pushed the stake
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
I lay here taking...
Something that I didn’t realize made a hole
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You are the bird that sings.
That swoops around a little playful thing
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You were a typhoon
In the quiet of my room
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
Now you are an ache
In the center, where you pushed the stake
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
I lay here taking...
#death
#despair
#sadness
83 reads
20 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
26th Aug 2024 1:12am
26th Aug 2024 1:12am
Letting Go
You are the beauty in my soul
Something that I didn’t realize made a hole
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You are the bird that sings.
That swoops around a little playful thing
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You were a typhoon
In the quiet of my room
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
Now you are an ache
In the center, where you pushed the stake
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
I lay here taking...
Something that I didn’t realize made a hole
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You are the bird that sings.
That swoops around a little playful thing
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You were a typhoon
In the quiet of my room
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
Now you are an ache
In the center, where you pushed the stake
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
I lay here taking...
#death
#despair
#sadness
83 reads
20 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
Today 1:45am
Today 1:45am
A Fallowless Field
What cursed plain, where blood doth ever flow
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
#conflict
#dark
#death
#soldiers
#war
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
Today 1:45am
Today 1:45am
A Fallowless Field
What cursed plain, where blood doth ever flow
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
#conflict
#dark
#death
#soldiers
#war
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0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
Today 1:45am
Today 1:45am
A Fallowless Field
What cursed plain, where blood doth ever flow
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
#conflict
#dark
#death
#soldiers
#war
15 reads
0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
Today 1:45am
Today 1:45am
A Fallowless Field
What cursed plain, where blood doth ever flow
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
#conflict
#dark
#death
#soldiers
#war
15 reads
0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
Today 1:45am
Today 1:45am
A Fallowless Field
What cursed plain, where blood doth ever flow
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
#conflict
#dark
#death
#soldiers
#war
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0 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 11:36pm
7th Jan 2025 11:36pm
Dark Water Whiskey - with Lilliputian
Of whiskey dark waters, a handful of earth
dew on the rose with the coldest of blues
with a chorus of voices and silent prayer
Echoes of whispering rumble from within
in a euphoric choir silenced from a rapture
to close your eyes and awaken specters
Ecstasy suffusing the flesh with a kiss
breathing in your soul with the coldest
of blues and whiskey dark waters
dew on the rose with the coldest of blues
with a chorus of voices and silent prayer
Echoes of whispering rumble from within
in a euphoric choir silenced from a rapture
to close your eyes and awaken specters
Ecstasy suffusing the flesh with a kiss
breathing in your soul with the coldest
of blues and whiskey dark waters
#collaboration
#death
#philosophical
71 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 11:36pm
7th Jan 2025 11:36pm
Dark Water Whiskey - with Lilliputian
Of whiskey dark waters, a handful of earth
dew on the rose with the coldest of blues
with a chorus of voices and silent prayer
Echoes of whispering rumble from within
in a euphoric choir silenced from a rapture
to close your eyes and awaken specters
Ecstasy suffusing the flesh with a kiss
breathing in your soul with the coldest
of blues and whiskey dark waters
dew on the rose with the coldest of blues
with a chorus of voices and silent prayer
Echoes of whispering rumble from within
in a euphoric choir silenced from a rapture
to close your eyes and awaken specters
Ecstasy suffusing the flesh with a kiss
breathing in your soul with the coldest
of blues and whiskey dark waters
#collaboration
#death
#philosophical
71 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 11:36pm
7th Jan 2025 11:36pm
Dark Water Whiskey - with Lilliputian
Of whiskey dark waters, a handful of earth
dew on the rose with the coldest of blues
with a chorus of voices and silent prayer
Echoes of whispering rumble from within
in a euphoric choir silenced from a rapture
to close your eyes and awaken specters
Ecstasy suffusing the flesh with a kiss
breathing in your soul with the coldest
of blues and whiskey dark waters
dew on the rose with the coldest of blues
with a chorus of voices and silent prayer
Echoes of whispering rumble from within
in a euphoric choir silenced from a rapture
to close your eyes and awaken specters
Ecstasy suffusing the flesh with a kiss
breathing in your soul with the coldest
of blues and whiskey dark waters
#collaboration
#death
#philosophical
71 reads
2 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 5:16am
11th Nov 2024 5:16am
Bone Broth
Sometimes you’ve got to die
and somehow go on living;
plant a thriving summer garden
where winter buried your heart.
Fertilize the soil with your sorrows,
composted into lessons learned,
seasons weathered with experiences,
love tended to and abandoned;
how it all withers until it is watered
with compassion and fed perspective.
Knowing that long hours spent
under the light of truth of oneself
were worth the knowing,
and being known in equal measure.
And one day your heart, pruned
will be ripe for love and joy...
and somehow go on living;
plant a thriving summer garden
where winter buried your heart.
Fertilize the soil with your sorrows,
composted into lessons learned,
seasons weathered with experiences,
love tended to and abandoned;
how it all withers until it is watered
with compassion and fed perspective.
Knowing that long hours spent
under the light of truth of oneself
were worth the knowing,
and being known in equal measure.
And one day your heart, pruned
will be ripe for love and joy...
#death
#grief
#learning #LifeCycle
#learning #LifeCycle
108 reads
2 Comments
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