DevonJones409
Poem Published
21st Apr 2022 10:46pm
21st Apr 2022 10:46pm
Seeing the beauty
A man of many words can inspire lots
with a tiny verse of courage,
A woman has finely tuned emotions,
With unfathom pinpoint intuition,
A neutral being is beautiful to,
With insight to equality,
A naturouse plant that grows all over,
With undying growth, lifes quality,
An for the animals that roam this earth,
Your so wondrous an natural.
There's so much beauty in the world,
From urban town, to land rural,
Keep and accept all the beauty
That you find and seek, for this will,
Enrich your soul and Life's being.
with a tiny verse of courage,
A woman has finely tuned emotions,
With unfathom pinpoint intuition,
A neutral being is beautiful to,
With insight to equality,
A naturouse plant that grows all over,
With undying growth, lifes quality,
An for the animals that roam this earth,
Your so wondrous an natural.
There's so much beauty in the world,
From urban town, to land rural,
Keep and accept all the beauty
That you find and seek, for this will,
Enrich your soul and Life's being.
#love
#courage
#LGBT
#nature
#respect
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_Skylark_
aeturnus
aeturnus
Poem Published
17th Jun 2024 00:42am
17th Jun 2024 00:42am
Strange Summer Silence
Strange summer silence
Mockingbirds gone quiet
Still, scarlet twilight ushers in the day
Grape vines dwindle
An eerie light is kindled
And leads the way
To a timeless dimension
Where we just be
Winds behind me
Whistle clarion to hushed carrion
Sizzling arias
I call home
Mockingbirds gone quiet
Still, scarlet twilight ushers in the day
Grape vines dwindle
An eerie light is kindled
And leads the way
To a timeless dimension
Where we just be
Winds behind me
Whistle clarion to hushed carrion
Sizzling arias
I call home
#birds
#music
#nature
11 reads
2 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
Lakeside 21/30
It is a fact, a small fact. A known one
among our kind. Among the singed.
Among the moths of fringes and in their
fringes is this fact burnt from that what
we misunderstand as the moon in the kitchen.
It is a joyous metaphor of the night-blues.
There we edge drawers of butchers
and carvers. There we prosody
with the mashers and the strainers.
The boiling point and the preservatives,
the thermostat that will sink in a side.
All those are emotions ready at hand
for lamentations of...
among our kind. Among the singed.
Among the moths of fringes and in their
fringes is this fact burnt from that what
we misunderstand as the moon in the kitchen.
It is a joyous metaphor of the night-blues.
There we edge drawers of butchers
and carvers. There we prosody
with the mashers and the strainers.
The boiling point and the preservatives,
the thermostat that will sink in a side.
All those are emotions ready at hand
for lamentations of...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
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5 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
Lakeside 22/30
We say who we were right then.
Tell me, were you made to uncurl
your proboscis and bend the antennae
down as the television turns into dirty snow.
We disturb each other’s entry-ways
with tell me more, tell me more about the world
outside, I’ve just came from this place,
this cemented state,
something grey and narrow and it wasn’t the sky,
I barely made it out. The subject always
leaves the kitchen lights on with the grace
of a million moons. Somehow, we flew there
without science. Once upon a hot night,
I...
Tell me, were you made to uncurl
your proboscis and bend the antennae
down as the television turns into dirty snow.
We disturb each other’s entry-ways
with tell me more, tell me more about the world
outside, I’ve just came from this place,
this cemented state,
something grey and narrow and it wasn’t the sky,
I barely made it out. The subject always
leaves the kitchen lights on with the grace
of a million moons. Somehow, we flew there
without science. Once upon a hot night,
I...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
4th May 2020 1:52am
4th May 2020 1:52am
Nature: A Dushi Day
I peeked outside my window,
Astonished by the start of a new day,
The sun greeted me; “Hello Breeze…how are you today”
The thought of it made me smile….
The heat trespassed-
nourished the softness of my skin.
Beautiful morning, the birds sang –
roosters predict the time to be awake.
One of the best moment
For a woman to contemplate
To meditate and envision
The steps she will take,
To resemble the title, she possesses.
Some call it a princess or a queen,
But I prefer to call myself a Gem,
A stone planted in the...
Astonished by the start of a new day,
The sun greeted me; “Hello Breeze…how are you today”
The thought of it made me smile….
The heat trespassed-
nourished the softness of my skin.
Beautiful morning, the birds sang –
roosters predict the time to be awake.
One of the best moment
For a woman to contemplate
To meditate and envision
The steps she will take,
To resemble the title, she possesses.
Some call it a princess or a queen,
But I prefer to call myself a Gem,
A stone planted in the...
#romantic
#beauty
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfWorth
12 reads
9 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
11th Apr 2019 8:01am
11th Apr 2019 8:01am
Lakeside 10/30
The windmills fan their faces in cool joy.
Cartwheels walk the sky and feel with toes.
Listen, on the tippy toes are cartwheeling clouds.
Elephants cause earthquakes as they run.
Earthquakes make them run to higher ground.
Like children going out on a limb, higher.
Higher, out on a limb the children drop stones
into their faces, they see themselves as grass small.
They see themselves as grass, small with faces of dew.
Town-criers for the wind, for news of a bough.
...
Cartwheels walk the sky and feel with toes.
Listen, on the tippy toes are cartwheeling clouds.
Elephants cause earthquakes as they run.
Earthquakes make them run to higher ground.
Like children going out on a limb, higher.
Higher, out on a limb the children drop stones
into their faces, they see themselves as grass small.
They see themselves as grass, small with faces of dew.
Town-criers for the wind, for news of a bough.
...
#identity
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2019
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3 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
21st Apr 2019 7:14am
21st Apr 2019 7:14am
Lakeside 18/30
The freeze retreats
like crumpled paper,
the birds skid in,
tossing the ozone
of their wings. They
are signing home
in the sounds of our ghost
cinema. The music is
in ripples as we skip
flat, trying to feel it
through our hair, spines,
and calves. We have
emptied so that it echoes.
With our claws we rake the air
as rain, brush our hair,
toss a salad, scratch
our spines, cramp
our calves, and grow
the hay. We say theory
of mind and I see
what you’re saying
from the...
like crumpled paper,
the birds skid in,
tossing the ozone
of their wings. They
are signing home
in the sounds of our ghost
cinema. The music is
in ripples as we skip
flat, trying to feel it
through our hair, spines,
and calves. We have
emptied so that it echoes.
With our claws we rake the air
as rain, brush our hair,
toss a salad, scratch
our spines, cramp
our calves, and grow
the hay. We say theory
of mind and I see
what you’re saying
from the...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
14 reads
5 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
9th Apr 2019 7:42am
9th Apr 2019 7:42am
Lakeside 8/30
Let us unscrew all the bulbs, let us see
what really happens at night, what is this
wildness of roads bordering this lake.
Their lines of divide, cars going
in the opposite directions. In sign,
we would say this in a way
that indicates misunderstandings,
two fingers passing by in the night swiftly
ends in a question mark of face.
Therein lies the dichotomy
of cities, bodies have machinated
towards sound, matching the sonic
boom with their twin beams. I look
at the moon and cannot see behind,
who are...
what really happens at night, what is this
wildness of roads bordering this lake.
Their lines of divide, cars going
in the opposite directions. In sign,
we would say this in a way
that indicates misunderstandings,
two fingers passing by in the night swiftly
ends in a question mark of face.
Therein lies the dichotomy
of cities, bodies have machinated
towards sound, matching the sonic
boom with their twin beams. I look
at the moon and cannot see behind,
who are...
#identity
#nature
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
14 reads
2 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
15th Apr 2019 6:38am
15th Apr 2019 6:38am
Lakeside 14/30
All the bowl-shaped
things, my hands, can make
but can’t hold
this rain,
cave flower crescent
smoked pipe skull
gourd stomach bucket
body cloud clam crater
the form changes
without context, like the way a stranger
comes in the room and begins
asking for directions to who knows what is this
content is
as the insides
are filled
of words, in a rush
even as I swish them...
things, my hands, can make
but can’t hold
this rain,
cave flower crescent
smoked pipe skull
gourd stomach bucket
body cloud clam crater
the form changes
without context, like the way a stranger
comes in the room and begins
asking for directions to who knows what is this
content is
as the insides
are filled
of words, in a rush
even as I swish them...
#identity
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2019
14 reads
2 Comments
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2020 2:57pm
23rd Aug 2020 2:57pm
Invisible
Envisioning the cognitive
of all or nothing at all.
As it passes by like
an aircraft in stealth mode.
Rearranging,
Executing,
The odds gained access
To the pores.
Empty valleys,
Empty streets of mental concord.
The blue amid
The grey as a blitz,
But no rainfall.
Turned left and right,
The same form.
Wondering
How, when, and why,
Uncertain for now.
Memories of then,
Shapeshifted,
Even if I escalate,
Everest seem so far.
Pictures of your shade
Gone in the mist ...
of all or nothing at all.
As it passes by like
an aircraft in stealth mode.
Rearranging,
Executing,
The odds gained access
To the pores.
Empty valleys,
Empty streets of mental concord.
The blue amid
The grey as a blitz,
But no rainfall.
Turned left and right,
The same form.
Wondering
How, when, and why,
Uncertain for now.
Memories of then,
Shapeshifted,
Even if I escalate,
Everest seem so far.
Pictures of your shade
Gone in the mist ...
#universe
#wind
#nature
#LifeChangingMoment
#sleep
15 reads
12 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
20th Apr 2019 7:50am
20th Apr 2019 7:50am
Lakeside 17/30
In this moment
the wooly foam
of moving words
are what lights
our way to each other
in a limbo
of limbs.
Upon the stillness
a row of us
stumble as dominos
with numbers
denoting our fronts
and compress the snow.
Under the moon
we pack our
elbow knees knuckles
with our names
as muscle memory
paired with that
which can bend
an opening.
What our body
forgets friends
will return
in the cumulative
history of their bodies.
...
the wooly foam
of moving words
are what lights
our way to each other
in a limbo
of limbs.
Upon the stillness
a row of us
stumble as dominos
with numbers
denoting our fronts
and compress the snow.
Under the moon
we pack our
elbow knees knuckles
with our names
as muscle memory
paired with that
which can bend
an opening.
What our body
forgets friends
will return
in the cumulative
history of their bodies.
...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
15 reads
4 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
7th Apr 2019 7:58am
7th Apr 2019 7:58am
Lakeside 6/30
is something that resembles
eras of glamour on the empty
ribs yon peaks meat
gone frayed which subjects
us to acknowledgment-
silence knit clouds in marrow
see past red spray find aired words
my fists openfly slipshod over mud
babies real petri- fictions alive there
regardless, regard- glass mouths sealed
eras of glamour on the empty
ribs yon peaks meat
gone frayed which subjects
us to acknowledgment-
silence knit clouds in marrow
see past red spray find aired words
my fists openfly slipshod over mud
babies real petri- fictions alive there
regardless, regard- glass mouths sealed
#identity
#nature
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
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