XiaoLong
Poem Published
Today 1:19pm
Today 1:19pm
Is My Boon
The stormy mid day blues,
got me randomly thinking of the moon,
this Sunday, will I get a boon?
there’s always fun in the rain
the one that immerses as one in that moment
becoming one with the element
often there’s the randomness
ever so often there is a calming rumble of the thunder
sensing the soul beyond yonder
letting the mind to be awoken
the sweet petals of roses with the pearly raindrops
the nature can be ever so soft
and the sun shines through
diffracted by the drops into the beautiful...
got me randomly thinking of the moon,
this Sunday, will I get a boon?
there’s always fun in the rain
the one that immerses as one in that moment
becoming one with the element
often there’s the randomness
ever so often there is a calming rumble of the thunder
sensing the soul beyond yonder
letting the mind to be awoken
the sweet petals of roses with the pearly raindrops
the nature can be ever so soft
and the sun shines through
diffracted by the drops into the beautiful...
#rain
#nature
#haiku
#evolution
#senryu
22 reads
1 Comment
thewatcher33
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:49pm
Yesterday 3:49pm
Foreplay
Foreplay is essential when it comes to getting her excited, yearning and wet.
Me! I'm playful and funny. I might do a sexy strip tease while singing and playing my guitar as your favorite superstar recording artist, or I might Cosplay as you're favorite male superhero. I might put on a comedy show and tell some pretty damn funny dirty jokes. But I love acting and can pull out different accents, such as French, Jamaican Patois, Spanglish and African broken English.
Dirty Talk! Shiiid the things that come out of my mouth will have you bringing a tape recorder for...
Me! I'm playful and funny. I might do a sexy strip tease while singing and playing my guitar as your favorite superstar recording artist, or I might Cosplay as you're favorite male superhero. I might put on a comedy show and tell some pretty damn funny dirty jokes. But I love acting and can pull out different accents, such as French, Jamaican Patois, Spanglish and African broken English.
Dirty Talk! Shiiid the things that come out of my mouth will have you bringing a tape recorder for...
#nature
25 reads
0 Comments
Summerrain75
Poem Published
15th Oct 2021 8:20pm
15th Oct 2021 8:20pm
A Butterfly
Visual poem
A Butterfly
A Butterfly
#butterfly
#nature
38 reads
2 Comments
A_Conduit
Poem Published
14th Oct 2021 11:04am
14th Oct 2021 11:04am
In defiance of nature
Opened with a recitation from The Bhagavad Gita, chapter 1 - Verses 38 to 45.
Dear Lakshmi
To you I have two shrines
For each a vestibule
One with water and a coin
One with stone and a coin
Forever in air
My wealth is this planet
Our Gaia
My wealth is our species
And it's continued presence.
This world was a garden
And a provider
And we, as the consumers of it's fruit
Are naturally, it's tenders
It was to be a cyclical relationship
We take care of the land and the animals
And in return you take care of...
Dear Lakshmi
To you I have two shrines
For each a vestibule
One with water and a coin
One with stone and a coin
Forever in air
My wealth is this planet
Our Gaia
My wealth is our species
And it's continued presence.
This world was a garden
And a provider
And we, as the consumers of it's fruit
Are naturally, it's tenders
It was to be a cyclical relationship
We take care of the land and the animals
And in return you take care of...
#corruption
#nature
#evolution
#SelfReflection
#morality
15 reads
1 Comment
Duncan
Poem Published
13th Oct 2021 9:34pm
13th Oct 2021 9:34pm
Parched earth
Parched lips
cracked, worne
parched kiss
the bare earth that meets the storm
petrocor and muddied earth
viscera, a fluid rebirth
petulant pronounced pustule of pink upon the face
a drop of earth, to grow, to be disgraced.
cracked, worne
parched kiss
the bare earth that meets the storm
petrocor and muddied earth
viscera, a fluid rebirth
petulant pronounced pustule of pink upon the face
a drop of earth, to grow, to be disgraced.
#rain
#storm
#water
#wind
#nature
15 reads
1 Comment
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
13th Oct 2021 8:36pm
13th Oct 2021 8:36pm
golden tears
a drop
like tears,
the leaves
gently flow,
each tree
giving up
its pride,
baring
its soul,
cleansed
in autumn
sunlight,
holding
no secrets,
the gold tears
now dress
the grass.
like tears,
the leaves
gently flow,
each tree
giving up
its pride,
baring
its soul,
cleansed
in autumn
sunlight,
holding
no secrets,
the gold tears
now dress
the grass.
#forest
#trees
#fall
#wind
#nature
35 reads
10 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
13th Oct 2021 8:07pm
13th Oct 2021 8:07pm
wildflower
Wildflowers aren’t meant to be cut and tamed. They’re meant
to be loved and admired.”—Anthony T. Hincks
no less perfumed
than those that thrive
at home
thou art consumed
where wild winds woo
thy tome
the casual glance
scarce sees sure signs
of life
till when thy dance
bright by-brooks brim
with fife
thy radiant grace
but by base brush
untouched
sates deep-wined tastes
food for faint folk
unmatched
thy whisper is
suave song soft-sung
at eve
lost in thy...
to be loved and admired.”—Anthony T. Hincks
no less perfumed
than those that thrive
at home
thou art consumed
where wild winds woo
thy tome
the casual glance
scarce sees sure signs
of life
till when thy dance
bright by-brooks brim
with fife
thy radiant grace
but by base brush
untouched
sates deep-wined tastes
food for faint folk
unmatched
thy whisper is
suave song soft-sung
at eve
lost in thy...
#flowers
#nature
#FallingInLove
#freedom
#escape
37 reads
2 Comments
A_Conduit
Poem Published
13th Oct 2021 5:23pm
13th Oct 2021 5:23pm
A deep perversion of all things natural.. Modern denial
Isn't it exciting when the herd moves as one
7 billion forgotten self's laying down to die
In the name of a world they never experienced
For people who say they must
But knowingly won't do the same.
It is best not to believe in anything
Except now, right now
Don't think too much beyond now
And pay maximum attention to now
Right now
Panic buying starts
And the exit lights are on the screen
Everyone rushes at once
Not one of them panic thinks
Not one of them knows an exit
There's lots of open doors in dangerous places ...
7 billion forgotten self's laying down to die
In the name of a world they never experienced
For people who say they must
But knowingly won't do the same.
It is best not to believe in anything
Except now, right now
Don't think too much beyond now
And pay maximum attention to now
Right now
Panic buying starts
And the exit lights are on the screen
Everyone rushes at once
Not one of them panic thinks
Not one of them knows an exit
There's lots of open doors in dangerous places ...
#corruption
#environment
#nature
#manipulation
#deception
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Brandon
Tyrannical
Tyrannical
Poem Published
13th Oct 2021 11:20am
13th Oct 2021 11:20am
Horizons Escape
Snow peaks
Shallow iced over creeks
Eye candy
For some a shivering scorn.
Latitude and longitude
Setting center mass
A fair attraction
A great distraction.
Glossy foliage
Frozen mountain side
Alpine utopia
A distant viewing
Over sought lands
A perfect Harmony
Latched on to the viewers eyes
A treat for all to see
Hughes of blue
Jade and forest green
White a glazing outline
A fortunate longing
A destined climb
Horizon set in dirt stone and trees
A vast hillside and...
Shallow iced over creeks
Eye candy
For some a shivering scorn.
Latitude and longitude
Setting center mass
A fair attraction
A great distraction.
Glossy foliage
Frozen mountain side
Alpine utopia
A distant viewing
Over sought lands
A perfect Harmony
Latched on to the viewers eyes
A treat for all to see
Hughes of blue
Jade and forest green
White a glazing outline
A fortunate longing
A destined climb
Horizon set in dirt stone and trees
A vast hillside and...
#happiness
#beauty
#nature
#mountains
#snow
21 reads
0 Comments
Scarlett_Midwinter
Poem Published
12th Oct 2021 10:31pm
12th Oct 2021 10:31pm
Country Living
Jagged, broken homegrown skyline
Of butternut sunlight
Textured and granular
No tawdry neon for us!
We grow our own glow organically
We like our rays incendiary
Painting our days in shades
Of sumac and choke cherry
We count the years in
Ears of corn
For the monochromatic cows
And the boughs of our birches
Make no vows of silence
With their flailing and lurches
In the wuthering heights of the night
We know the time of year
By the bounce of a basketball
Like a curled-up tiger cub
By the smell...
Of butternut sunlight
Textured and granular
No tawdry neon for us!
We grow our own glow organically
We like our rays incendiary
Painting our days in shades
Of sumac and choke cherry
We count the years in
Ears of corn
For the monochromatic cows
And the boughs of our birches
Make no vows of silence
With their flailing and lurches
In the wuthering heights of the night
We know the time of year
By the bounce of a basketball
Like a curled-up tiger cub
By the smell...
#love
#home
#countryside #nature
#countryside #nature
20 reads
2 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
12th Oct 2021 5:55pm
12th Oct 2021 5:55pm
silk robe
the early morning
slipped
into her silk robe,
standing there,
waiting,
the sun came out
and saw her,
taking his fingers
he soon began
to play
with the edge
of her robe,
his skilled hands
worked their way
through each thread,
unweaving
her robe,
leaving her bare
she felt no shame,
she stood silent
and proud,
the sun felt
each heartbeat
of her sighs,
the sun drank
her dew, while
warming the ground
she walked upon.
slipped
into her silk robe,
standing there,
waiting,
the sun came out
and saw her,
taking his fingers
he soon began
to play
with the edge
of her robe,
his skilled hands
worked their way
through each thread,
unweaving
her robe,
leaving her bare
she felt no shame,
she stood silent
and proud,
the sun felt
each heartbeat
of her sighs,
the sun drank
her dew, while
warming the ground
she walked upon.
#sun
#sky
#morning #nature
#morning #nature
35 reads
7 Comments
ursa
Poem Published
12th Oct 2021 2:34pm
12th Oct 2021 2:34pm
October Skies
My boots hit heavy
on damp forest trails,
cedars creak; a husky breeze.
The cabin’s windchimes whisper
Autumn tales,
aromas dance of cottage pies
and gingered sweets.
The landscape slopes
towards the sunset’s orange
behind the Maples’
structures glean
marigold and mango
tresses; kaleidoscope
upon her leaves.
Our quivering laps drape in
layered tartan save from
crisp October’s hand.
The porch swing whistles
amid a hum of silence,
plum curtains draw
o’er wooded...
on damp forest trails,
cedars creak; a husky breeze.
The cabin’s windchimes whisper
Autumn tales,
aromas dance of cottage pies
and gingered sweets.
The landscape slopes
towards the sunset’s orange
behind the Maples’
structures glean
marigold and mango
tresses; kaleidoscope
upon her leaves.
Our quivering laps drape in
layered tartan save from
crisp October’s hand.
The porch swing whistles
amid a hum of silence,
plum curtains draw
o’er wooded...
#beauty
#fall
#nature
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
37 reads
10 Comments
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