Poems About Earth Published by Members Recently Online
#earth
A Grove By The Gate
Sigh of night's eternal breath
Shadowed leaves, whispered secrets play
A grove lies still enwreathed in living death
Its ancient boughs eclipsing moonlit sway
There, 'mid the glade, a well of blackened stone
Its depths unplumbed, its waters dark as grief
Hums a tune in voices not its own
A mournful hymn beneath the verdant thief
Yet by the grove a gate of lambent gold
Illumined bright against the umbral tide
Stands sentinel, its mysteries untold
A beacon’s gleam where wandering shades abide
The well and gate—two...
Shadowed leaves, whispered secrets play
A grove lies still enwreathed in living death
Its ancient boughs eclipsing moonlit sway
There, 'mid the glade, a well of blackened stone
Its depths unplumbed, its waters dark as grief
Hums a tune in voices not its own
A mournful hymn beneath the verdant thief
Yet by the grove a gate of lambent gold
Illumined bright against the umbral tide
Stands sentinel, its mysteries untold
A beacon’s gleam where wandering shades abide
The well and gate—two...
#dark
#earth
#environment
#fiction
#night
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A Grove By The Gate
Sigh of night's eternal breath
Shadowed leaves, whispered secrets play
A grove lies still enwreathed in living death
Its ancient boughs eclipsing moonlit sway
There, 'mid the glade, a well of blackened stone
Its depths unplumbed, its waters dark as grief
Hums a tune in voices not its own
A mournful hymn beneath the verdant thief
Yet by the grove a gate of lambent gold
Illumined bright against the umbral tide
Stands sentinel, its mysteries untold
A beacon’s gleam where wandering shades abide
The well and gate—two...
Shadowed leaves, whispered secrets play
A grove lies still enwreathed in living death
Its ancient boughs eclipsing moonlit sway
There, 'mid the glade, a well of blackened stone
Its depths unplumbed, its waters dark as grief
Hums a tune in voices not its own
A mournful hymn beneath the verdant thief
Yet by the grove a gate of lambent gold
Illumined bright against the umbral tide
Stands sentinel, its mysteries untold
A beacon’s gleam where wandering shades abide
The well and gate—two...
#dark
#earth
#environment
#fiction
#night
45 reads
0 Comments
A Grove By The Gate
Sigh of night's eternal breath
Shadowed leaves, whispered secrets play
A grove lies still enwreathed in living death
Its ancient boughs eclipsing moonlit sway
There, 'mid the glade, a well of blackened stone
Its depths unplumbed, its waters dark as grief
Hums a tune in voices not its own
A mournful hymn beneath the verdant thief
Yet by the grove a gate of lambent gold
Illumined bright against the umbral tide
Stands sentinel, its mysteries untold
A beacon’s gleam where wandering shades abide
The well and gate—two...
Shadowed leaves, whispered secrets play
A grove lies still enwreathed in living death
Its ancient boughs eclipsing moonlit sway
There, 'mid the glade, a well of blackened stone
Its depths unplumbed, its waters dark as grief
Hums a tune in voices not its own
A mournful hymn beneath the verdant thief
Yet by the grove a gate of lambent gold
Illumined bright against the umbral tide
Stands sentinel, its mysteries untold
A beacon’s gleam where wandering shades abide
The well and gate—two...
#dark
#earth
#environment
#fiction
#night
45 reads
0 Comments
A Grove By The Gate
Sigh of night's eternal breath
Shadowed leaves, whispered secrets play
A grove lies still enwreathed in living death
Its ancient boughs eclipsing moonlit sway
There, 'mid the glade, a well of blackened stone
Its depths unplumbed, its waters dark as grief
Hums a tune in voices not its own
A mournful hymn beneath the verdant thief
Yet by the grove a gate of lambent gold
Illumined bright against the umbral tide
Stands sentinel, its mysteries untold
A beacon’s gleam where wandering shades abide
The well and gate—two...
Shadowed leaves, whispered secrets play
A grove lies still enwreathed in living death
Its ancient boughs eclipsing moonlit sway
There, 'mid the glade, a well of blackened stone
Its depths unplumbed, its waters dark as grief
Hums a tune in voices not its own
A mournful hymn beneath the verdant thief
Yet by the grove a gate of lambent gold
Illumined bright against the umbral tide
Stands sentinel, its mysteries untold
A beacon’s gleam where wandering shades abide
The well and gate—two...
#dark
#earth
#environment
#fiction
#night
45 reads
0 Comments
L'eau, l'encre et la poesie
j'aime voir le ciel vibrer en milles lumieres
et que la terre me servira a voir ça plus clair
la montagne comme un remede contre la douleur
a quoi bon exister si ton cour est un trou noir?
et que tu passeS ta vie en une vaine douceur
ouvre tes petales, et accpe le don du ciel
tu est une fleur, source de beaute et de miel
la rosee qui te baingne dans la belle matinee
sera l'encre du poete pour une celeste verite
et que la montagne se tienne debout derriere
contre tout les maivais vents et les tonnerres
et...
et que la terre me servira a voir ça plus clair
la montagne comme un remede contre la douleur
a quoi bon exister si ton cour est un trou noir?
et que tu passeS ta vie en une vaine douceur
ouvre tes petales, et accpe le don du ciel
tu est une fleur, source de beaute et de miel
la rosee qui te baingne dans la belle matinee
sera l'encre du poete pour une celeste verite
et que la montagne se tienne debout derriere
contre tout les maivais vents et les tonnerres
et...
#earth
#emotions
#inspirational #water
#inspirational #water
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9 Comments
L'eau, l'encre et la poesie
j'aime voir le ciel vibrer en milles lumieres
et que la terre me servira a voir ça plus clair
la montagne comme un remede contre la douleur
a quoi bon exister si ton cour est un trou noir?
et que tu passeS ta vie en une vaine douceur
ouvre tes petales, et accpe le don du ciel
tu est une fleur, source de beaute et de miel
la rosee qui te baingne dans la belle matinee
sera l'encre du poete pour une celeste verite
et que la montagne se tienne debout derriere
contre tout les maivais vents et les tonnerres
et...
et que la terre me servira a voir ça plus clair
la montagne comme un remede contre la douleur
a quoi bon exister si ton cour est un trou noir?
et que tu passeS ta vie en une vaine douceur
ouvre tes petales, et accpe le don du ciel
tu est une fleur, source de beaute et de miel
la rosee qui te baingne dans la belle matinee
sera l'encre du poete pour une celeste verite
et que la montagne se tienne debout derriere
contre tout les maivais vents et les tonnerres
et...
#earth
#emotions
#inspirational #water
#inspirational #water
101 reads
9 Comments
L'eau, l'encre et la poesie
j'aime voir le ciel vibrer en milles lumieres
et que la terre me servira a voir ça plus clair
la montagne comme un remede contre la douleur
a quoi bon exister si ton cour est un trou noir?
et que tu passeS ta vie en une vaine douceur
ouvre tes petales, et accpe le don du ciel
tu est une fleur, source de beaute et de miel
la rosee qui te baingne dans la belle matinee
sera l'encre du poete pour une celeste verite
et que la montagne se tienne debout derriere
contre tout les maivais vents et les tonnerres
et...
et que la terre me servira a voir ça plus clair
la montagne comme un remede contre la douleur
a quoi bon exister si ton cour est un trou noir?
et que tu passeS ta vie en une vaine douceur
ouvre tes petales, et accpe le don du ciel
tu est une fleur, source de beaute et de miel
la rosee qui te baingne dans la belle matinee
sera l'encre du poete pour une celeste verite
et que la montagne se tienne debout derriere
contre tout les maivais vents et les tonnerres
et...
#earth
#emotions
#inspirational #water
#inspirational #water
101 reads
9 Comments
L'eau, l'encre et la poesie
j'aime voir le ciel vibrer en milles lumieres
et que la terre me servira a voir ça plus clair
la montagne comme un remede contre la douleur
a quoi bon exister si ton cour est un trou noir?
et que tu passeS ta vie en une vaine douceur
ouvre tes petales, et accpe le don du ciel
tu est une fleur, source de beaute et de miel
la rosee qui te baingne dans la belle matinee
sera l'encre du poete pour une celeste verite
et que la montagne se tienne debout derriere
contre tout les maivais vents et les tonnerres
et...
et que la terre me servira a voir ça plus clair
la montagne comme un remede contre la douleur
a quoi bon exister si ton cour est un trou noir?
et que tu passeS ta vie en une vaine douceur
ouvre tes petales, et accpe le don du ciel
tu est une fleur, source de beaute et de miel
la rosee qui te baingne dans la belle matinee
sera l'encre du poete pour une celeste verite
et que la montagne se tienne debout derriere
contre tout les maivais vents et les tonnerres
et...
#earth
#emotions
#inspirational #water
#inspirational #water
101 reads
9 Comments
whiskey on the rocks....
one day, this body will enter a morgue-naked, cold, and in darkness; I don't know what to make of this world that I inhabit-or the point of my very existence for that matter....
soul filled with so much numbness.... an extension yet separate piece of the whole of whatever we are.... someone one day assigned a name called "human" among other things to us....
well....
this rollercoaster barely lets up-soul wonders what is source really- and why did source do this? is there a final destination or something else for better-worth while to even...
soul filled with so much numbness.... an extension yet separate piece of the whole of whatever we are.... someone one day assigned a name called "human" among other things to us....
well....
this rollercoaster barely lets up-soul wonders what is source really- and why did source do this? is there a final destination or something else for better-worth while to even...
#earth
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#spiritual
#suffering
195 reads
whiskey on the rocks....
one day, this body will enter a morgue-naked, cold, and in darkness; I don't know what to make of this world that I inhabit-or the point of my very existence for that matter....
soul filled with so much numbness.... an extension yet separate piece of the whole of whatever we are.... someone one day assigned a name called "human" among other things to us....
well....
this rollercoaster barely lets up-soul wonders what is source really- and why did source do this? is there a final destination or something else for better-worth while to even...
soul filled with so much numbness.... an extension yet separate piece of the whole of whatever we are.... someone one day assigned a name called "human" among other things to us....
well....
this rollercoaster barely lets up-soul wonders what is source really- and why did source do this? is there a final destination or something else for better-worth while to even...
#earth
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#spiritual
#suffering
195 reads
whiskey on the rocks....
one day, this body will enter a morgue-naked, cold, and in darkness; I don't know what to make of this world that I inhabit-or the point of my very existence for that matter....
soul filled with so much numbness.... an extension yet separate piece of the whole of whatever we are.... someone one day assigned a name called "human" among other things to us....
well....
this rollercoaster barely lets up-soul wonders what is source really- and why did source do this? is there a final destination or something else for better-worth while to even...
soul filled with so much numbness.... an extension yet separate piece of the whole of whatever we are.... someone one day assigned a name called "human" among other things to us....
well....
this rollercoaster barely lets up-soul wonders what is source really- and why did source do this? is there a final destination or something else for better-worth while to even...
#earth
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#spiritual
#suffering
195 reads
whiskey on the rocks....
one day, this body will enter a morgue-naked, cold, and in darkness; I don't know what to make of this world that I inhabit-or the point of my very existence for that matter....
soul filled with so much numbness.... an extension yet separate piece of the whole of whatever we are.... someone one day assigned a name called "human" among other things to us....
well....
this rollercoaster barely lets up-soul wonders what is source really- and why did source do this? is there a final destination or something else for better-worth while to even...
soul filled with so much numbness.... an extension yet separate piece of the whole of whatever we are.... someone one day assigned a name called "human" among other things to us....
well....
this rollercoaster barely lets up-soul wonders what is source really- and why did source do this? is there a final destination or something else for better-worth while to even...
#earth
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#spiritual
#suffering
195 reads
DU Poetry : Poems About Earth Published by Members Recently Online