nomoth
Poem Published
14th Sep 2019 9:38pm
14th Sep 2019 9:38pm
notes from deputy to head gardener; landscape engines: 1817-1819 Woodhouse
Notes from deputy to head gardener; landscape engines: 1817-1819 Woodhouse
-in the stables. Jacob ran through lists
that the garden would take care of such; the kestrel’s
stall, kills of clawed thigs; the foxes hungered
and the hunt and their piano teeth bared and ...and...
what bears had escaped, what the hunt
had produced, what they felt in their afterward, what songs they displayed
-...
-in the stables. Jacob ran through lists
that the garden would take care of such; the kestrel’s
stall, kills of clawed thigs; the foxes hungered
and the hunt and their piano teeth bared and ...and...
what bears had escaped, what the hunt
had produced, what they felt in their afterward, what songs they displayed
-...
#flowers
#nature
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11 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
14th Sep 2019 4:33pm
14th Sep 2019 4:33pm
Rockhollow: September Garden
If you laid in my garden you'd hear the stream,
see the rolls of clouds drift o'head,
if you laid on the lawn you'd hear crickets
by dawn and o' the day hear birds fleeting.
When we walk hand in hand,
go one behind, one in front -
these paths are not so wide,
we sit by the pool and talk of bees, frog, coffee, trees.
You'd ask what I knew, I'd point and fumble,
tell you some things I had seen,
trivia of course but only because year on year -
life changes the scene.
We'd go inside, I'd serve you...
see the rolls of clouds drift o'head,
if you laid on the lawn you'd hear crickets
by dawn and o' the day hear birds fleeting.
When we walk hand in hand,
go one behind, one in front -
these paths are not so wide,
we sit by the pool and talk of bees, frog, coffee, trees.
You'd ask what I knew, I'd point and fumble,
tell you some things I had seen,
trivia of course but only because year on year -
life changes the scene.
We'd go inside, I'd serve you...
#friendship
#trees
#flowers
#animals
#nature
35 reads
4 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 8:45pm
12th Sep 2019 8:45pm
melancholy's garden
sadness entwines with my soul
wrapping her arms around me...melancholy
she sits with a stillness looking tentatively at me
her big blue eyes swallow today's smiles
whispers on the breeze say she is with me for the day
shadowing my steps with her blueness
I outpace her among the forget me knots
where I hear her chant...he loves you not
my heart sinks at her refrain
she is wise and knows all his games
gently she brushes my hand
singing we will wander the gardens together
little daisies will cheer you ...
wrapping her arms around me...melancholy
she sits with a stillness looking tentatively at me
her big blue eyes swallow today's smiles
whispers on the breeze say she is with me for the day
shadowing my steps with her blueness
I outpace her among the forget me knots
where I hear her chant...he loves you not
my heart sinks at her refrain
she is wise and knows all his games
gently she brushes my hand
singing we will wander the gardens together
little daisies will cheer you ...
#sadness
#love
#flowers
92 reads
18 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
10th Sep 2019 5:20pm
10th Sep 2019 5:20pm
Remaining in Magic (I Vow)
You are a delicate flower
Such as the daisy I observe
Late on a slow summer’s eve
Graced by the chirping of birds
The scent of Queen Ann’s Lace
Draws atent my gaze to you
Swirling about in the meadows
That we call home; what a valiant view
We laugh and dance like little girls
Stretching our arms up to the sky
And begin to slumber under the stars
The moon smiling upon us all night
So I dream of you in fairyland
A secret garden to explore
Each petal tells a different tale
Such as you wielding a...
Such as the daisy I observe
Late on a slow summer’s eve
Graced by the chirping of birds
The scent of Queen Ann’s Lace
Draws atent my gaze to you
Swirling about in the meadows
That we call home; what a valiant view
We laugh and dance like little girls
Stretching our arms up to the sky
And begin to slumber under the stars
The moon smiling upon us all night
So I dream of you in fairyland
A secret garden to explore
Each petal tells a different tale
Such as you wielding a...
#happiness
#girlfriend
#flowers
#nature
#admiration
70 reads
8 Comments
MysticalRose
Poem Published
5th Sep 2019 10:30am
5th Sep 2019 10:30am
The daisies and the wind
The joyful daisies danced
with the wind
swaying to the song of their
carefree paramour
wedded to earth but his
heart they spy
lost in the love of that loony guy
losing their petals... their existence...
Oh, what a love...
Oh my!
with the wind
swaying to the song of their
carefree paramour
wedded to earth but his
heart they spy
lost in the love of that loony guy
losing their petals... their existence...
Oh, what a love...
Oh my!
#love
#flowers
#wind #nature
#wind #nature
117 reads
21 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
27th Aug 2019 8:11am
27th Aug 2019 8:11am
Glorious Morning
The sun awoke
as vibrant as a marigold,
standing tall
over heavenly hills,
drinking up
that immortal dew,
laughter carried
with each passing cloud,
the gentleness
of the winds tease
with each touch,
while the trees
give rest
to weary travelers
that grace
an ocean-blue sky.
as vibrant as a marigold,
standing tall
over heavenly hills,
drinking up
that immortal dew,
laughter carried
with each passing cloud,
the gentleness
of the winds tease
with each touch,
while the trees
give rest
to weary travelers
that grace
an ocean-blue sky.
#trees
#flowers
#morning
#wind
#nature
80 reads
12 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
25th Aug 2019 8:14pm
25th Aug 2019 8:14pm
Rockhollow's breath
Life is an abundant thing -
in all ways,
the spoils are bountiful depending upon how you pay your Gods.
Down in the 'Hollow it comes with walking,
by dusk,
as moths flutter out of shelters from light
and I do the same,
clothe -
take in the splendor of years on years of labouring.
She, sweet scabious, wafts on a soft,
cooling breeze,
morning glory opens - deep, plummy
and contrary.
She, Creeping Jenny, dresses the paths, with permission
as seeds scatter upon bare soil beds.
Swarms...
in all ways,
the spoils are bountiful depending upon how you pay your Gods.
Down in the 'Hollow it comes with walking,
by dusk,
as moths flutter out of shelters from light
and I do the same,
clothe -
take in the splendor of years on years of labouring.
She, sweet scabious, wafts on a soft,
cooling breeze,
morning glory opens - deep, plummy
and contrary.
She, Creeping Jenny, dresses the paths, with permission
as seeds scatter upon bare soil beds.
Swarms...
#flowers
#birds
#nature #wisdom
#nature #wisdom
59 reads
5 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
21st Aug 2019 2:07am
21st Aug 2019 2:07am
Remember the Snow Before it Melts
remember the snow before it melts
for I am a flower
that’s here for the spring
then gone with the gust
of an autumn breeze
remember that feeling
of losing a memory
to the void of the past
that we’re good at forgetting
so hold onto me
for the time I am living
before the present finds you
and there’s no more February
snow only lasts
for the time it is given
that’s why it’s a gift
not all can receive it
so hold onto me
before I am done
can you see the snow melting?
can you feel...
for I am a flower
that’s here for the spring
then gone with the gust
of an autumn breeze
remember that feeling
of losing a memory
to the void of the past
that we’re good at forgetting
so hold onto me
for the time I am living
before the present finds you
and there’s no more February
snow only lasts
for the time it is given
that’s why it’s a gift
not all can receive it
so hold onto me
before I am done
can you see the snow melting?
can you feel...
#flowers
#spring
#nature
#snow
#SelfReflection
44 reads
0 Comments
SilverBeaver_42
Poem Published
13th Aug 2019 1:40pm
13th Aug 2019 1:40pm
Blooms
Captive blooms in ceramic prisons
Shattered stems in cold glass embrace
Momentary beauty that fades with each sunrise
Flowers die when they’re torn from their place
Shattered stems in cold glass embrace
Momentary beauty that fades with each sunrise
Flowers die when they’re torn from their place
#love
#breakup
#flowers
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0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
31st Jul 2019 3:23am
31st Jul 2019 3:23am
morningsong
born
from the
dead of night,
weaning from their
q u i e t s l u m b e r fest,
f l o r a and f a u n a rise
to their new j e r u s a l e m.
resurrection j o y surrounds them,
splendoured by t h e morning a n t h e m,
r e g a l e d b y f r e s h d i a d e m s.
s h a d o w s n o m o r e d i s g u i s e
s t a r k a n d n a k e d chests,
for the light b e a r s
full and b r i g h t
o n t h e
dawn.
© Copyright 2019 July 29
by Clyve A....
from the
dead of night,
weaning from their
q u i e t s l u m b e r fest,
f l o r a and f a u n a rise
to their new j e r u s a l e m.
resurrection j o y surrounds them,
splendoured by t h e morning a n t h e m,
r e g a l e d b y f r e s h d i a d e m s.
s h a d o w s n o m o r e d i s g u i s e
s t a r k a n d n a k e d chests,
for the light b e a r s
full and b r i g h t
o n t h e
dawn.
© Copyright 2019 July 29
by Clyve A....
#flowers
#animals
#night
#nature
#sleep
48 reads
2 Comments
Dominatus13
Poem Published
30th Jul 2019 8:51pm
30th Jul 2019 8:51pm
Flowers
I could never capture
Or obtain your beauty.
Trying to explain
Something unique
In words so
Common and plain,
I would rather
Let your colours
Blossom and bloom
Than hold the secret
To that which makes you
Flourish and grow
Or obtain your beauty.
Trying to explain
Something unique
In words so
Common and plain,
I would rather
Let your colours
Blossom and bloom
Than hold the secret
To that which makes you
Flourish and grow
#flowers
56 reads
3 Comments
SeaCat
Poem Published
29th Jul 2019 11:54pm
29th Jul 2019 11:54pm
Petal Perfect
Passing through a field I saw
amid a chorus of floral rebellion
dew-glistened and breeze-blown
full, firm but not yet ripe,
a budded beauty, swaying.
And how shall I describe its curves?
\With mathematics
or his lover - poetry?
Surely either would diminish
the shape that danced
slow on a slender stem.
Sepals firmly
hugging the forming flower
hinting at intricate lace-like petals,
stoking my mind to wild conjecture
of the tints and fragrance
forming within.
Fortunate would be the bee ...
amid a chorus of floral rebellion
dew-glistened and breeze-blown
full, firm but not yet ripe,
a budded beauty, swaying.
And how shall I describe its curves?
\With mathematics
or his lover - poetry?
Surely either would diminish
the shape that danced
slow on a slender stem.
Sepals firmly
hugging the forming flower
hinting at intricate lace-like petals,
stoking my mind to wild conjecture
of the tints and fragrance
forming within.
Fortunate would be the bee ...
#friendship
#flowers
#LongDistanceRelationship #sensual
#LongDistanceRelationship #sensual
103 reads
6 Comments
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