goldenmyst
Poem Published
Today 2:52am
Today 2:52am
Buddhist Nun
Buddhist Nun
Eyes that echo like conch shells
From canyons of stone and sun
Where Bodhi trees collect on hillsides
For the little Buddhas
to proliferate enlightenment
Where her eye facets go starry
Like the diamond of the sutra
Spoken by Siddhartha
But growing like a child in her scriptural womb
Where consolation floats like a constellation
Of Himalayan stars over a unicorn forest
Where the singing bowls
Turn her mind into a magnifying glass
Which focuses the sun of truth to burn a hole
Through the stale air of...
Eyes that echo like conch shells
From canyons of stone and sun
Where Bodhi trees collect on hillsides
For the little Buddhas
to proliferate enlightenment
Where her eye facets go starry
Like the diamond of the sutra
Spoken by Siddhartha
But growing like a child in her scriptural womb
Where consolation floats like a constellation
Of Himalayan stars over a unicorn forest
Where the singing bowls
Turn her mind into a magnifying glass
Which focuses the sun of truth to burn a hole
Through the stale air of...
#nature
#Buddhist
#spiritual
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ANATNOM_GNIREFFUS
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:58am
Yesterday 4:58am
Collecting coyotes at 17-mile recreation
It's early morning at the ridge
And undriven snow drifts throughout
The truck powered through just fine
And I can hear the 'yotes tipping ahead
Jon and I have a smoke and a glass
Of that single malt I'd been saving
A cuppa joe later, we loaded up the guns
And got to collecting bounties on the
Furry beasts that eat up hens
And harrass the sheep at the glens
And undriven snow drifts throughout
The truck powered through just fine
And I can hear the 'yotes tipping ahead
Jon and I have a smoke and a glass
Of that single malt I'd been saving
A cuppa joe later, we loaded up the guns
And got to collecting bounties on the
Furry beasts that eat up hens
And harrass the sheep at the glens
#animals
#nature
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Idkreally
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:47am
Yesterday 4:47am
wispy things
It's quite strange
that such potent beauty
rings from strings
that sweet murmurs
spark such fervor
that if you are truly still
nature speaks
you are you
and I me - no one else
but we're lost
we're so small
yet we're grand
isn't it strange
that such potent beauty
rings from strings
that such potent beauty
rings from strings
that sweet murmurs
spark such fervor
that if you are truly still
nature speaks
you are you
and I me - no one else
but we're lost
we're so small
yet we're grand
isn't it strange
that such potent beauty
rings from strings
#universe
#nature
#music
#humankind
#art
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cold_fusion
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:55am
Yesterday 1:55am
lucid
her words
bouncing droplets
on a cracked claypan
ephemeral
by nature
a r t
is her
and when she visits
the deserts
leaves in her wake
life
shooting green
she speaks
life
her language
is rain
!!!
bouncing droplets
on a cracked claypan
ephemeral
by nature
a r t
is her
and when she visits
the deserts
leaves in her wake
life
shooting green
she speaks
life
her language
is rain
!!!
#rain
#nature
#spiritual
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 5:16pm
2nd Mar 2021 5:16pm
DECOMPOSITION
You’re gorgeous and slightly terrifying
Part of me wants to run away
Another wants to bury myself in your fertile earth
And decompose into something truly wondrous
Part of me wants to run away
Another wants to bury myself in your fertile earth
And decompose into something truly wondrous
#love
#dark
#beauty
#nature
#fear
33 reads
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 2:41am
2nd Mar 2021 2:41am
Rainbow Gathering
Rainbow Gathering
The northern hills loom lyrically in windy wild abandon rising like humpback whales under Arcadian skies. Martha leaps out of the car and into the pool of light. There a grey-haired man lies in a lawn chair. Martha lunges at him and interrogates with, “What are ya’ll doing out here?”
His visage folds like a deck of cards. “I’m just chilling and eating a peanut butter sandwich.”
Huddled hippies gather, refugees from capitalism. A beautiful gypsy girl stops to greet us offering us repast in our lonely trek through life. We share a meal with her...
The northern hills loom lyrically in windy wild abandon rising like humpback whales under Arcadian skies. Martha leaps out of the car and into the pool of light. There a grey-haired man lies in a lawn chair. Martha lunges at him and interrogates with, “What are ya’ll doing out here?”
His visage folds like a deck of cards. “I’m just chilling and eating a peanut butter sandwich.”
Huddled hippies gather, refugees from capitalism. A beautiful gypsy girl stops to greet us offering us repast in our lonely trek through life. We share a meal with her...
#love
#marriage
#forest
#nature
#freedom
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Alan-S-Jeeves
Poem Published
1st Mar 2021 11:46pm
1st Mar 2021 11:46pm
The Chestnut Glade
The chestnut tree within the glade,
One half-a-mile past Windy Lea,
There in the cool, refreshing shade.
A friend, indeed, in her I made,
She stood upright, aloft was she ~
The chestnut tree within the glade.
Out in the breeze she gently swayed,
To-ing, fro-ing, so wildly free
There in the cool, refreshing shade.
Her spreading, leafy, boughs cascade,
She, open limbed to welcome me;
The chestnut tree within the glade.
Round and about, where squirrels played
And romped a happy, joyful spree
There in...
One half-a-mile past Windy Lea,
There in the cool, refreshing shade.
A friend, indeed, in her I made,
She stood upright, aloft was she ~
The chestnut tree within the glade.
Out in the breeze she gently swayed,
To-ing, fro-ing, so wildly free
There in the cool, refreshing shade.
Her spreading, leafy, boughs cascade,
She, open limbed to welcome me;
The chestnut tree within the glade.
Round and about, where squirrels played
And romped a happy, joyful spree
There in...
#forest
#trees
#nature
11 reads
2 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
1st Mar 2021 1:39pm
1st Mar 2021 1:39pm
Being with Each Other
Late winter
Early spring
The bog
Where we meet
Reading poetry
Drinking wine
Being with each other
Alone with nature
Early spring
The bog
Where we meet
Reading poetry
Drinking wine
Being with each other
Alone with nature
#winter
#spring
#nature #WritingPoetry
#nature #WritingPoetry
39 reads
18 Comments
Idkreally
Poem Published
1st Mar 2021 3:07am
1st Mar 2021 3:07am
romantic ramblings
dosed and melancholic
deranged branches sway
to the pastel tunes
that made you, you
like a trapeze swinger
suspended in blue
i cross my fingers
and make my way anew
to think it one star
that grants life, death
and births hope
to the lost
and you, like
skies disseminate
endless shades of hues
that reflect and tesselate
past my holocene
and in my bones
you resonate
undo my sins
I bask in your light
like there's no tomorrow
deranged branches sway
to the pastel tunes
that made you, you
like a trapeze swinger
suspended in blue
i cross my fingers
and make my way anew
to think it one star
that grants life, death
and births hope
to the lost
and you, like
skies disseminate
endless shades of hues
that reflect and tesselate
past my holocene
and in my bones
you resonate
undo my sins
I bask in your light
like there's no tomorrow
#love
#death
#nature #art
#nature #art
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bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
28th Feb 2021 9:01pm
28th Feb 2021 9:01pm
Telepathically
light is shining
in the night
light is shining
so we might
reach out
telepathically
to someone somewhere
we can't see
thinking spiral thoughts
well aimed
to touch another mind
a flame...
touching mind
when it lets go
long enough
to feel the glow
of another
light entranced
consciousness
which wants to dance
like Shiva's Shakti
yin and yang
mind to mind
a wafting fan
of thought to thought
with feeling too
mind to mind
from me...
in the night
light is shining
so we might
reach out
telepathically
to someone somewhere
we can't see
thinking spiral thoughts
well aimed
to touch another mind
a flame...
touching mind
when it lets go
long enough
to feel the glow
of another
light entranced
consciousness
which wants to dance
like Shiva's Shakti
yin and yang
mind to mind
a wafting fan
of thought to thought
with feeling too
mind to mind
from me...
#nature
#evolution
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
28th Feb 2021 4:11pm
28th Feb 2021 4:11pm
Rendlesham
Rendlesham
Stuff of Gods those woods to me,
Galilee that tastes of oil,
burns feral amber
come 'tumn time
when evergreen,
fungi fiesta,
and in the Spring they do lay,
erect and in such profile lines
waiting on a bank transfer,
goods of which are never theirs.
The humans call it forestry,
to me it seems hardly fair
yet stuff of Gods those woods to me
and I rest fetal,
barefoot, there.
Photo credited to Mrs Bellamy.
Stuff of Gods those woods to me,
Galilee that tastes of oil,
burns feral amber
come 'tumn time
when evergreen,
fungi fiesta,
and in the Spring they do lay,
erect and in such profile lines
waiting on a bank transfer,
goods of which are never theirs.
The humans call it forestry,
to me it seems hardly fair
yet stuff of Gods those woods to me
and I rest fetal,
barefoot, there.
Photo credited to Mrs Bellamy.
#spring
#nature
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
28th Feb 2021 10:57am
28th Feb 2021 10:57am
Sun After Snow Moon
Sun After Snow Moon
You were Jerusalem's artichoke
condoning winter wet and frost,
where everything else hit a slumber,
tested their peaceful refrain,
you were a billowing jungle,
pillows of vegetation galore
and a frog hid under dank umbrellas,
jagged teeth of the woodland cat.
I promise each year we'll sit together,
and feast on the bulb you create
but I'm no more a baker than writer
and I'm too knee deep in earth, I suppose.
You were Jerusalem's artichoke
condoning winter wet and frost,
where everything else hit a slumber,
tested their peaceful refrain,
you were a billowing jungle,
pillows of vegetation galore
and a frog hid under dank umbrellas,
jagged teeth of the woodland cat.
I promise each year we'll sit together,
and feast on the bulb you create
but I'm no more a baker than writer
and I'm too knee deep in earth, I suppose.
#spring
#nature
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