gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:34pm
Yesterday 3:34pm
Daisy Chain (collab with the talented crimsin)
Here laced to your senses
is an enchantment.
If it doesn't speak to you...
let it show you…
The day aches, and I with her,
daisies in tune with natural energies
said trouble was on the dimming horizon.
I could feel it...the sunflowers all whisper,
quietly gossiping about the cause of distress.
Wildflower magic would save me
casting on the airs while the tree guardians watch on.
I wove a protective spell,
freeing me from the dread of dark light.
In the cleansing pools of the Goddess
I...
is an enchantment.
If it doesn't speak to you...
let it show you…
The day aches, and I with her,
daisies in tune with natural energies
said trouble was on the dimming horizon.
I could feel it...the sunflowers all whisper,
quietly gossiping about the cause of distress.
Wildflower magic would save me
casting on the airs while the tree guardians watch on.
I wove a protective spell,
freeing me from the dread of dark light.
In the cleansing pools of the Goddess
I...
#love
#flowers
#nature
#spiritual
#MentalHealth
19 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:20am
Yesterday 8:20am
daisy chain~with the talented Gothicsurrealism
Here laced to your senses
is an enchantment.
If it doesn't speak to you...
let it show you…
The day aches, and I with her,
daisies in tune with natural energies
said trouble was on the dimming horizon.
I could feel it...the sunflowers all whisper,
quietly gossiping about the cause of distress.
Wildflower magic would save me
casting on the airs while the tree guardians watch on.
I wove a protective spell,
freeing me from the dread of dark light.
In the cleansing pools of the Goddess
I...
is an enchantment.
If it doesn't speak to you...
let it show you…
The day aches, and I with her,
daisies in tune with natural energies
said trouble was on the dimming horizon.
I could feel it...the sunflowers all whisper,
quietly gossiping about the cause of distress.
Wildflower magic would save me
casting on the airs while the tree guardians watch on.
I wove a protective spell,
freeing me from the dread of dark light.
In the cleansing pools of the Goddess
I...
#love
#flowers
#magic
30 reads
4 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
20th Jun 2019 4:48am
20th Jun 2019 4:48am
The Little Balcony
The little balcony
stood silent,
a playful breeze
came by to visit,
while chasing
raindrops from
melancholy clouds,
through streets
and alleyways.
I sat there
in my little world,
my houseplants
standing like sentries,
protecting my realm
while I stay and watch
the last breaths
of a dying evening.
stood silent,
a playful breeze
came by to visit,
while chasing
raindrops from
melancholy clouds,
through streets
and alleyways.
I sat there
in my little world,
my houseplants
standing like sentries,
protecting my realm
while I stay and watch
the last breaths
of a dying evening.
#flowers
#sky
#clouds
#rain
#wind
48 reads
6 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
18th Jun 2019 4:34am
18th Jun 2019 4:34am
Desert Rose
in the land
of dust
dirt
rock
and
thorns
a single
white
flower
blooms
in the
moonlight
© 2019 Raibeart Bruis
of dust
dirt
rock
and
thorns
a single
white
flower
blooms
in the
moonlight
© 2019 Raibeart Bruis
#earth
#flowers
#moon
#summer
#night
37 reads
2 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
17th Jun 2019 00:12am
17th Jun 2019 00:12am
Jardim ( A Villanelle )
By my garden gate’s first-light yawn
reveals entry to the Jardim*
awaiting patiently each dawn
Blue daisy and black-eyed Susan
misty flowers can scarce be seen
by my garden gate’s first-light yawn
Rows of pots and trellised arbor
flora buds in need of weeding
awaiting patiently each dawn
Calla lilies, peony rose,
buttercups and hearts a bleeding
by my garden gate’s first-light yawn
What have I reaped but what was sown;
beauty emerged from seedlings ...
reveals entry to the Jardim*
awaiting patiently each dawn
Blue daisy and black-eyed Susan
misty flowers can scarce be seen
by my garden gate’s first-light yawn
Rows of pots and trellised arbor
flora buds in need of weeding
awaiting patiently each dawn
Calla lilies, peony rose,
buttercups and hearts a bleeding
by my garden gate’s first-light yawn
What have I reaped but what was sown;
beauty emerged from seedlings ...
#flowers
#birds
#nature
#admiration
#respect
79 reads
12 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
16th Jun 2019 5:18am
16th Jun 2019 5:18am
Storms and Rain
Even as gray clouds form
covering the sky once blue
and hiding the world away,
the darkness shall not tarnish
or take any moments away.
Even in the middle
of such a lasting storm
beauty can always be found,
we watch the tiny raindrops
gently play on the ground.
Mother nature shares her plan
we can look and find
even a storm provides a need,
bright flowers begin to bloom
where once were waiting tiny seeds.
covering the sky once blue
and hiding the world away,
the darkness shall not tarnish
or take any moments away.
Even in the middle
of such a lasting storm
beauty can always be found,
we watch the tiny raindrops
gently play on the ground.
Mother nature shares her plan
we can look and find
even a storm provides a need,
bright flowers begin to bloom
where once were waiting tiny seeds.
#earth
#flowers
#spring
#water
#nature
32 reads
4 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
16th Jun 2019 2:57am
16th Jun 2019 2:57am
Blue Lotus
Coming up from Aswan
with his catch of fish
in his woven baskets,
he tacks the course of his
sleek felucca along the Nile:
of her kohl-black eyes,
her long, plaited hair,
the narcotic of blue water lilies,
her blue lotus pose facing both
the rising, and the setting sun.
The young fisherman
( with visions of supple petals )
begs to know
as he sings upward,
with his lungs filled with love
and his strong body of...
with his catch of fish
in his woven baskets,
he tacks the course of his
sleek felucca along the Nile:
of her kohl-black eyes,
her long, plaited hair,
the narcotic of blue water lilies,
her blue lotus pose facing both
the rising, and the setting sun.
The young fisherman
( with visions of supple petals )
begs to know
as he sings upward,
with his lungs filled with love
and his strong body of...
#lust
#erotic
#flowers
#sensual
#passion
64 reads
8 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
14th Jun 2019 9:31am
14th Jun 2019 9:31am
Confetti
Save the glittering flowers
while the sun stalks from above,
where winds run and play
out in the confetti coated fields.
Green Summer grass peering
checking everything at a glance,
where dazzling birds
and butterflies gather.
Whirlwinds tangled in the evening
just waltzing through the hours,
as the day unwantingly slips away
ending with another soft sigh.
while the sun stalks from above,
where winds run and play
out in the confetti coated fields.
Green Summer grass peering
checking everything at a glance,
where dazzling birds
and butterflies gather.
Whirlwinds tangled in the evening
just waltzing through the hours,
as the day unwantingly slips away
ending with another soft sigh.
#flowers
#sun
#summer #nature
#summer #nature
33 reads
2 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
13th Jun 2019 9:57pm
13th Jun 2019 9:57pm
Butterfly
Sweet butterfly, what have you to wear,
catering yourself a set of beautiful wings,
wings that will travel upon singing breezes
as you dance among the blooming flowers,
serene and intense in liberty
so free to gather and roam,
joy awaits you through your loving tenderness
and graceful charm, in wonder and surprise
caressing the sweetness with your wish,
open up the banquet, spread wide
drinking from brightened wells,
catering yourself a set of beautiful wings,
wings that will travel upon singing breezes
as you dance among the blooming flowers,
serene and intense in liberty
so free to gather and roam,
joy awaits you through your loving tenderness
and graceful charm, in wonder and surprise
caressing the sweetness with your wish,
open up the banquet, spread wide
drinking from brightened wells,
#flowers
#butterfly
#nature #LifeCycle
#nature #LifeCycle
59 reads
8 Comments
PoetryRain
Poem Published
11th Jun 2019 5:14am
11th Jun 2019 5:14am
Spring Festival
Spring gave a festival,
The flowers by hundreds came.
The Roses, Lilacs and Daffodils,
The flowers of every name.
The Grass spread a carpet
And everything was grand.
Mother Nature led the festivities,
The best in the land.
The Lilacs came in purple,
The Roses in scarlet dressed.
The lovely Misses Daffodil
In golden looked their best.
All balance to their escorts
And gaily danced by.
The sight was like a sunrise
And the birds song from the sky.
Then in the colorful glade
From dawn till...
The flowers by hundreds came.
The Roses, Lilacs and Daffodils,
The flowers of every name.
The Grass spread a carpet
And everything was grand.
Mother Nature led the festivities,
The best in the land.
The Lilacs came in purple,
The Roses in scarlet dressed.
The lovely Misses Daffodil
In golden looked their best.
All balance to their escorts
And gaily danced by.
The sight was like a sunrise
And the birds song from the sky.
Then in the colorful glade
From dawn till...
#beauty
#flowers
#spring #nature
#spring #nature
58 reads
12 Comments
heyycyanides
Poem Published
8th Jun 2019 3:14am
8th Jun 2019 3:14am
The Butterfly
My father once told a story
that had passed on
from his father’s father
and all the fathers before him: on the mystery of butterflies.
According to him, butterflies don’t die natural deaths.
Unless we crush them, or spray on them,
or, God forbid, eat them,
forever they will fly
in the garden of melancholy.
The butterfly, he said, whispers its secrets
to the flowers that never listen.
It cuddles and caresses them, extolling their scents.
But the stamens and pistils,
he continued,
are lovers
who don’t...
that had passed on
from his father’s father
and all the fathers before him: on the mystery of butterflies.
According to him, butterflies don’t die natural deaths.
Unless we crush them, or spray on them,
or, God forbid, eat them,
forever they will fly
in the garden of melancholy.
The butterfly, he said, whispers its secrets
to the flowers that never listen.
It cuddles and caresses them, extolling their scents.
But the stamens and pistils,
he continued,
are lovers
who don’t...
#secrets
#flowers
#butterfly #lover
#butterfly #lover
111 reads
9 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
8th Jun 2019 2:53am
8th Jun 2019 2:53am
Dawn Of A New Day
downtown
past the levee
beyond the lakefront
lukewarm waffles
consumed by men who talk
of laodicean liberty
ready for labor
on loom
or lithograph
docks of wood
factories of
brick and steel
lampblack night
fading to
pastel morning
scent of lilac
in spring air
gives luster
to an otherwise
ordinary morning
past the levee
beyond the lakefront
lukewarm waffles
consumed by men who talk
of laodicean liberty
ready for labor
on loom
or lithograph
docks of wood
factories of
brick and steel
lampblack night
fading to
pastel morning
scent of lilac
in spring air
gives luster
to an otherwise
ordinary morning
#beauty
#politics
#flowers
#sun
#morning
39 reads
0 Comments
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