Wanderer_Mahmud
Poem Published
Today 5:51pm
Today 5:51pm
Through the Enchanted Forest
He walked through the forest after ages of yore,
Memories flooded his eyes in thoughts evermore.
The song of autumn leaves enrobed in cold,
Reaches the depths of Pecan grooves,
As sunshine breaks through mold.
Decaying leaves craft a thousand tales,
Through this dry road in vain.
Black wings cry a song of guilt,
An old man travels with a cane.
Weary he saw the woodlands,
That had lost it’s with warmth.
Still greeted him with shelter,
Like he was meant to return.
Walking with the ancestors,
He knew...
Memories flooded his eyes in thoughts evermore.
The song of autumn leaves enrobed in cold,
Reaches the depths of Pecan grooves,
As sunshine breaks through mold.
Decaying leaves craft a thousand tales,
Through this dry road in vain.
Black wings cry a song of guilt,
An old man travels with a cane.
Weary he saw the woodlands,
That had lost it’s with warmth.
Still greeted him with shelter,
Like he was meant to return.
Walking with the ancestors,
He knew...
#forest
#nature
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
Today 1:31pm
Today 1:31pm
Witch's Wander
I've been driving
through a tunnel of beech,
watching flumes of soaked shells sail the ditches,
do you see them?
Windows down, cold creaking in the knuckles,
feeling subdued, purposeless with plenty
to do, we pull into the holiday house.
I take to hopping over
fallen logs, call the collective to putting on walking boots and wandering.
I start collecting sweet chestnuts in pockets,
singing chords, not choruses, led as only my throat knows.
I begin burrowing
as if a squirrel, throwing them to the floor and stamping
to get inside...
through a tunnel of beech,
watching flumes of soaked shells sail the ditches,
do you see them?
Windows down, cold creaking in the knuckles,
feeling subdued, purposeless with plenty
to do, we pull into the holiday house.
I take to hopping over
fallen logs, call the collective to putting on walking boots and wandering.
I start collecting sweet chestnuts in pockets,
singing chords, not choruses, led as only my throat knows.
I begin burrowing
as if a squirrel, throwing them to the floor and stamping
to get inside...
#women
#trees
#fire #nature
#fire #nature
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bcpoet
Poem Published
Today 5:19am
Today 5:19am
Unseen Nymphs
a river of light is shimmering where
rippling water is touched by the air
shining brightly unseen nymphs
skip on the water, sometimes they're glimpsed
by the eagles who live here by the sea
by seagulls and sometimes people like me
and by the beings who ride in a beam
from Sun to the Earth through space in a stream -
bouncing, reflecting, refracting too
an electro-magnetic heavenly view
visions in fountains of feelings divine
everything's alright - now is the time
with wind on the water and Sun in...
rippling water is touched by the air
shining brightly unseen nymphs
skip on the water, sometimes they're glimpsed
by the eagles who live here by the sea
by seagulls and sometimes people like me
and by the beings who ride in a beam
from Sun to the Earth through space in a stream -
bouncing, reflecting, refracting too
an electro-magnetic heavenly view
visions in fountains of feelings divine
everything's alright - now is the time
with wind on the water and Sun in...
#nature
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1 Comment
butters
Poem Published
Today 2:32am
Today 2:32am
the waiting
tender bones—
responsive to the pressures of columns of air
tuned-in to their nuances—
bend a little
wetly pliant
bound by pale cartilage
fillets of muscle
slender-armed willow
bends to hear Earth share her dreams
—air whispers to leaves
as they mimic the ears
of somnolent cats
full-stretch in the grass
but on those days
when the air seems still
when the weight of atmospheres press
like tired seas
down onto bones
onto limp and breathless leaves
and there's no listening to the voice of...
responsive to the pressures of columns of air
tuned-in to their nuances—
bend a little
wetly pliant
bound by pale cartilage
fillets of muscle
slender-armed willow
bends to hear Earth share her dreams
—air whispers to leaves
as they mimic the ears
of somnolent cats
full-stretch in the grass
but on those days
when the air seems still
when the weight of atmospheres press
like tired seas
down onto bones
onto limp and breathless leaves
and there's no listening to the voice of...
#strength
#nature
#TimeHeals
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:24pm
Yesterday 2:24pm
the dawn's first blush
the day wore pajamas
it was still sleepy and not ready yet for the dawn
I curled into it and asked, "should we take a day off?"
it yawned and stretch smiled then said "no,
I have something magical to show you"
day turn on the lights
and a pink glow filled the horizon
as the sun's first blush rose in the sky
I smiled inside myself with a knowing
the light was needed to illuminate my mind
to shake off the cobwebs and chase away sadness
there was nothing more beautiful than a new day
I watched solemnly as...
it was still sleepy and not ready yet for the dawn
I curled into it and asked, "should we take a day off?"
it yawned and stretch smiled then said "no,
I have something magical to show you"
day turn on the lights
and a pink glow filled the horizon
as the sun's first blush rose in the sky
I smiled inside myself with a knowing
the light was needed to illuminate my mind
to shake off the cobwebs and chase away sadness
there was nothing more beautiful than a new day
I watched solemnly as...
#happiness
#trees
#flowers
#sun
#nature
36 reads
13 Comments
SweetOblivion
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:14pm
Yesterday 2:14pm
Somewhere In Time (Sonnet)
Somewhere in time and place my hand once brushed
Against yours, while we reached for the same dream;
For moments I remember that we rushed
Towards forgotten stories, which now seem
To be mere ghosts in autumn, like the kiss,
That served us through the summer months and spring;
Against yours, while we reached for the same dream;
For moments I remember that we rushed
Towards forgotten stories, which now seem
To be mere ghosts in autumn, like the kiss,
That served us through the summer months and spring;
#loneliness
#nature
#memories #sensual
#memories #sensual
85 reads
7 Comments
butters
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:49am
Yesterday 1:49am
silent running
shadowslipping—
ghost-breath on frost air
veils moonglim teeth
fluently voiceless
work closer to the crimson
hot bellystone of hunger
sliding through the night
on wolven thoughts
ghost-breath on frost air
veils moonglim teeth
fluently voiceless
work closer to the crimson
hot bellystone of hunger
sliding through the night
on wolven thoughts
#winter
#night
#nature
38 reads
12 Comments
David_Macleod
Poem Published
20th Nov 2019 7:15pm
20th Nov 2019 7:15pm
Visit Scotland
It is a huge expanse of blue sky
White cotton wool puffs, wispy
Slow dancing through this vista
Crisp winter air cracks audibly
A buzzard, majestic, soars high
The golden eagle with eagle eyes
Prays for prey, a hairy comestible
Hares comb the area for vegetation
Rabbits nervously copulate ever alert
For any large low flying shadow
The wise old tawny owl is not sure
His perching place sitting on the fence
The royal wild stag is going to a party
Roe deer row across the black Loch
Highly motivated, salmon leap up ...
White cotton wool puffs, wispy
Slow dancing through this vista
Crisp winter air cracks audibly
A buzzard, majestic, soars high
The golden eagle with eagle eyes
Prays for prey, a hairy comestible
Hares comb the area for vegetation
Rabbits nervously copulate ever alert
For any large low flying shadow
The wise old tawny owl is not sure
His perching place sitting on the fence
The royal wild stag is going to a party
Roe deer row across the black Loch
Highly motivated, salmon leap up ...
#beauty
#animals
#birds #nature
#birds #nature
43 reads
5 Comments
David_Macleod
Poem Published
19th Nov 2019 9:01pm
19th Nov 2019 9:01pm
DAFT'O DIL
I pen this ode to a certain flower
when I am finished I'll need to shower
I speak about the daffodil
in Scotland we call it a DAFTodill
daft equals stupid in our definition
it looks like it went through circumcision
it's stupid enough to be coloured yellow
a daffodil is a brainless fellow
stupid enough to be sometimes white
helping it grow a pile of horse shite
yellow the colour of cowardice
yellow the colour of bats' piss
and that's what it smells off
makes me choke makes me cough
too stupid to change ...
when I am finished I'll need to shower
I speak about the daffodil
in Scotland we call it a DAFTodill
daft equals stupid in our definition
it looks like it went through circumcision
it's stupid enough to be coloured yellow
a daffodil is a brainless fellow
stupid enough to be sometimes white
helping it grow a pile of horse shite
yellow the colour of cowardice
yellow the colour of bats' piss
and that's what it smells off
makes me choke makes me cough
too stupid to change ...
#flowers
#nature
#parody #funny
#parody #funny
48 reads
10 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
19th Nov 2019 5:24am
19th Nov 2019 5:24am
Abandoned summer
The wet-sap sunlight of spring
slowly warms a bimetallic switch
sparking life into every waiting monster,
stretched arms and heavy new born steps.
But summer was just a light shower, held
at bay by the thickening coat of a lamb.
Autumn licks the back of its transfers
and sticks decay onto cobblestones.
Trees fight amidst the mist to reveal their rouge
knowing their blush will soon be removed.
and summer is just a last cut of the grass
before the lawnmower clumps and stalls.
I'm not sure Winter...
slowly warms a bimetallic switch
sparking life into every waiting monster,
stretched arms and heavy new born steps.
But summer was just a light shower, held
at bay by the thickening coat of a lamb.
Autumn licks the back of its transfers
and sticks decay onto cobblestones.
Trees fight amidst the mist to reveal their rouge
knowing their blush will soon be removed.
and summer is just a last cut of the grass
before the lawnmower clumps and stalls.
I'm not sure Winter...
#nature
16 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
18th Nov 2019 10:46pm
18th Nov 2019 10:46pm
Primal Instinct
In each of us lies a disposition,
A primal instinct,
A primitive element dating back thousands of years,
Like the call of the wild,
Untamed spirit raging to be free.
In this essence
There is a life force yearning for family,
Protective and caring,
Tended to from the womb on down through maturity.
These primordial impulses:
To hunt, feed, survive
Give chase to our quest without question,
It’s the natural drive pushing beyond boundaries,
Like the wolf in pursuit of its prey,
It is the inherent...
A primal instinct,
A primitive element dating back thousands of years,
Like the call of the wild,
Untamed spirit raging to be free.
In this essence
There is a life force yearning for family,
Protective and caring,
Tended to from the womb on down through maturity.
These primordial impulses:
To hunt, feed, survive
Give chase to our quest without question,
It’s the natural drive pushing beyond boundaries,
Like the wolf in pursuit of its prey,
It is the inherent...
#animals
#nature
#spiritual
41 reads
6 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
18th Nov 2019 10:32pm
18th Nov 2019 10:32pm
Wolf - Rayet
I Am The Walking Wolf The Talking Wolf I Am
Woods Prowler Midnight Hour Night Howler
Between Worlds Power One Never Cowers
Lobo Negro Call Me Call Me Lobo Negro
So I Come So I Am So I Am So It Goes
Woods Prowler Midnight Hour Night Howler
Between Worlds Power One Never Cowers
Lobo Negro Call Me Call Me Lobo Negro
So I Come So I Am So I Am So It Goes
#strength
#forest
#sky
#nature
#wisdom
20 reads
3 Comments
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