I_IS_ME
Poem Published
Today 3:21am
Today 3:21am
The Perfect Storm
Snow is piling up to my windows and it’s not even snowing
Winter is all up in the bedrooms and it’s showing
There are gale forces inside, but outside the wind isn’t blowing
Neighbors don’t venture here, they are all in the knowing
Nor’Easter, this is where the perfect storm came and lives
Conflicting weather fronts because no one wants to say “I give”
Where does the wind blow when high pressure can’t find a low pressure zone
Back to back sleeping on your side of the bed, all alone
Lying there listening to the sleet as it pelts the window...
Winter is all up in the bedrooms and it’s showing
There are gale forces inside, but outside the wind isn’t blowing
Neighbors don’t venture here, they are all in the knowing
Nor’Easter, this is where the perfect storm came and lives
Conflicting weather fronts because no one wants to say “I give”
Where does the wind blow when high pressure can’t find a low pressure zone
Back to back sleeping on your side of the bed, all alone
Lying there listening to the sleet as it pelts the window...
#anger
#love
#nature
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IfTheseWingsCould
Poem Published
Today 3:07am
Today 3:07am
Mother
I walk with mother,
Silently beneath trees.
As one of her beloved daughters,
Full of rebellion & curiosity.
Surely she gently laughs
as my eyes come alive
to the sight of butterfly wings.
Or as I trace the bark, with my fingertips,
of each passing tree.
I know the feeling of her tug,
as she beseeches my heart
to seek
to understand
her timeless melodies.
Oh, beautiful mother,
Whom...
Silently beneath trees.
As one of her beloved daughters,
Full of rebellion & curiosity.
Surely she gently laughs
as my eyes come alive
to the sight of butterfly wings.
Or as I trace the bark, with my fingertips,
of each passing tree.
I know the feeling of her tug,
as she beseeches my heart
to seek
to understand
her timeless melodies.
Oh, beautiful mother,
Whom...
#hope
#mother
#birth #nature
#birth #nature
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collegegirl
Poem Published
Today 2:51am
Today 2:51am
The way you look at me
I take a glimpse into my life today
Calm by the water, clouds floating away.
My time with you seems to fly so fast,
Present quickly turns to past.
The way you look at me.
A cloud floats above my head,
Making my heart pump fast and red.
Lying in a field up and away,
The flowers so gentle, and the wind that plays.
The way you look at me.
I am falling.
The stars above me are calling.
You are there, I am here.
A bridge so far between us, under the sky we share.
The way you look at me.
A...
Calm by the water, clouds floating away.
My time with you seems to fly so fast,
Present quickly turns to past.
The way you look at me.
A cloud floats above my head,
Making my heart pump fast and red.
Lying in a field up and away,
The flowers so gentle, and the wind that plays.
The way you look at me.
I am falling.
The stars above me are calling.
You are there, I am here.
A bridge so far between us, under the sky we share.
The way you look at me.
A...
#love
#relationships
#nature
#lover
#LongDistanceRelationship
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Valeriyabeyond
Dhyana
Dhyana
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:16pm
Yesterday 8:16pm
Sutures of Leather and Gold
Songs are heard from
a distant sun
Vibrant, her red mane flows
then drapes over mountaintops
with colors that scorch the sky
in streaks that would persuade
psychosis
Skeletal trees a long forgotten
waste whose frames can
be seen through fog
their faces prostrate buried
in the sand rib cages peeled
back allowing whispers
to break free
Black sheen of a raven colors contrast the heavens drops
seeds that spiral down onto ripened cherries that smolder before turning to oil of desperation oozing...
a distant sun
Vibrant, her red mane flows
then drapes over mountaintops
with colors that scorch the sky
in streaks that would persuade
psychosis
Skeletal trees a long forgotten
waste whose frames can
be seen through fog
their faces prostrate buried
in the sand rib cages peeled
back allowing whispers
to break free
Black sheen of a raven colors contrast the heavens drops
seeds that spiral down onto ripened cherries that smolder before turning to oil of desperation oozing...
#nature
27 reads
1 Comment
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:47pm
Yesterday 2:47pm
Love And Creation
Darling, at one time you loved me.
So why don’t you love me anymore?
Creation doesn’t change like love.
The sun shines during the daytime,
And the moon glows at night.
Stars twinkle beyond the black void,
Dark clouds drift across the sky,
The rain falls recurrently,
Rivers flow from the hilly terrains,
Snow whitens the ground,
Pretty flowers bloom in spring,
And little songbirds sing sweetly.
The world is turning, but not for me.
Darling, I unfeignedly miss you.
How I wish creation could renew our love.
...
So why don’t you love me anymore?
Creation doesn’t change like love.
The sun shines during the daytime,
And the moon glows at night.
Stars twinkle beyond the black void,
Dark clouds drift across the sky,
The rain falls recurrently,
Rivers flow from the hilly terrains,
Snow whitens the ground,
Pretty flowers bloom in spring,
And little songbirds sing sweetly.
The world is turning, but not for me.
Darling, I unfeignedly miss you.
How I wish creation could renew our love.
...
#love
#children
#flowers
#animals
#nature
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:07am
Yesterday 11:07am
Gara Point
Gara Point
I sat where spines are mummified,
laid out on the land
as electric struck boughs
or stiff puff bellies,
watched the flush sheep
graze on dry grasses
where breeze cuts through
as feverishly as violent hands
tightly clutching violent wrists,
trying to convey something immeasurable,
slate slips under fumblesome tides
without control, omega in veins,
stronger, more robust, than I,
read a book, contemplated why
humans collide with such blows
even with breaks on
as if magnetic and...
I sat where spines are mummified,
laid out on the land
as electric struck boughs
or stiff puff bellies,
watched the flush sheep
graze on dry grasses
where breeze cuts through
as feverishly as violent hands
tightly clutching violent wrists,
trying to convey something immeasurable,
slate slips under fumblesome tides
without control, omega in veins,
stronger, more robust, than I,
read a book, contemplated why
humans collide with such blows
even with breaks on
as if magnetic and...
#animals
#wind
#nature #vulnerability
#nature #vulnerability
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
17th Jan 2022 8:19pm
17th Jan 2022 8:19pm
Hunt
There are fragile creatures
howling in the wood,
one crooked gate
and twenty eight steps
from my cherry coloured home.
I sing them songs,
contemplate the shape they make
in final light upon the Ash
and where they lay
their restless tails
upon their skulls
when they shut down.
I've heard they speak
in agile tongues
and race the ghosts
hell for leather,
I'm told I'll never see the soil
with hazel, holy veins and eyes
and if one day I'm born again
in the quiet of my Southern home
I'll go out...
howling in the wood,
one crooked gate
and twenty eight steps
from my cherry coloured home.
I sing them songs,
contemplate the shape they make
in final light upon the Ash
and where they lay
their restless tails
upon their skulls
when they shut down.
I've heard they speak
in agile tongues
and race the ghosts
hell for leather,
I'm told I'll never see the soil
with hazel, holy veins and eyes
and if one day I'm born again
in the quiet of my Southern home
I'll go out...
#moon
#night
#nature
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
17th Jan 2022 12:14pm
17th Jan 2022 12:14pm
Bellever
Bellever
It seems the house is empty now,
the bed barren. A quiet sow
weighs restless in the barn outside.
Light seems to devour all leaves lost.
A spider climbs a dripping eyelid,
buckled, bow-shaped web.
Wife's no longer fit to hoe,
wandered down to humble stream,
cupped what's holy in her hands,
sunlight stranding through the trees
as if a scene could bury sorrow,
beneath a sedum, pinecone sleeve.
The Duchy woods are rotten now,
jettisoned ice asleep on gorse
acid moss hangs in sheets
from stiff and...
It seems the house is empty now,
the bed barren. A quiet sow
weighs restless in the barn outside.
Light seems to devour all leaves lost.
A spider climbs a dripping eyelid,
buckled, bow-shaped web.
Wife's no longer fit to hoe,
wandered down to humble stream,
cupped what's holy in her hands,
sunlight stranding through the trees
as if a scene could bury sorrow,
beneath a sedum, pinecone sleeve.
The Duchy woods are rotten now,
jettisoned ice asleep on gorse
acid moss hangs in sheets
from stiff and...
#birth
#winter
#spring #nature
#spring #nature
30 reads
1 Comment
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
17th Jan 2022 7:53am
17th Jan 2022 7:53am
Achelous
The rivers are barren,
evaporated, scorched.
I wonder how long
he longed
to be a cloud,
reflections never touching
a wide gully sky.
evaporated, scorched.
I wonder how long
he longed
to be a cloud,
reflections never touching
a wide gully sky.
#love
#nature
36 reads
1 Comment
Adelphina
Poem Published
17th Jan 2022 1:04am
17th Jan 2022 1:04am
Yellowjackets
yellow black buzz
outside your window
with stinger knives
we live underground
queens with hives
looking through
your glass window
late at night
cause we want a bite
straight through you
can’t run from us
the swarming curse
pray for a nurse
she drives the
yellow black hearse
Epinephrine
won’t save you
suicide sacrifice
sacred side effect
ritual of flight
we're your doom
coming for you
carnivorous teeth
devour hands and feet
meat that’s sweet ...
outside your window
with stinger knives
we live underground
queens with hives
looking through
your glass window
late at night
cause we want a bite
straight through you
can’t run from us
the swarming curse
pray for a nurse
she drives the
yellow black hearse
Epinephrine
won’t save you
suicide sacrifice
sacred side effect
ritual of flight
we're your doom
coming for you
carnivorous teeth
devour hands and feet
meat that’s sweet ...
#dark
#women
#nature
80 reads
14 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
16th Jan 2022 10:41pm
16th Jan 2022 10:41pm
groan
inside me groan
sigh to touch the sky
the sheer brilliance of nature...rapture
the forests bring me back to my roots
on a mossy bed I rise
sigh to touch the sky
the sheer brilliance of nature...rapture
the forests bring me back to my roots
on a mossy bed I rise
#forest
#nature
40 reads
10 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
16th Jan 2022 11:43am
16th Jan 2022 11:43am
Garden House*
Garden House
There those vulnerable snowbells lay,
quaking in the 'ary light,
one preemptive breath of spring
beneath camellia, crisp and bright.
In daphne, amber chaffinch sits
beside a stream of tumblestones,
magnolia strains to burst and flood
the oak bough, white, who gently groans.
Lichen lifts acidic heads,
a communal choir drying
and I can see it as it is,
the winter border dying.
There those vulnerable snowbells lay,
quaking in the 'ary light,
one preemptive breath of spring
beneath camellia, crisp and bright.
In daphne, amber chaffinch sits
beside a stream of tumblestones,
magnolia strains to burst and flood
the oak bough, white, who gently groans.
Lichen lifts acidic heads,
a communal choir drying
and I can see it as it is,
the winter border dying.
#winter
#nature
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