summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
Today 4:56pm
Today 4:56pm
~You are The Kanchenjunga of Love
…. and then still up to the summit of Kangchenjunga, now so pure and ethereal we can scarcely believe it is part of the solid earth on which we stand; and so high it seems part of the very sky itself." ~ The Epic of Mount Everest, 1926, by Sir Francis Younghusband
…. the conflicting
duality goes on & on..
what remains ultimate
is the ‘love’
in Kanchenjunga heights
but, in a deeply digging
earthen sedimentation
1.
‘feels like
a puristic
tragicomedy
or even better
a ...
…. the conflicting
duality goes on & on..
what remains ultimate
is the ‘love’
in Kanchenjunga heights
but, in a deeply digging
earthen sedimentation
1.
‘feels like
a puristic
tragicomedy
or even better
a ...
#conflict
#nature
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
31 reads
1 Comment
Pishashee
Poem Published
Today 8:24am
Today 8:24am
The Carbon Family Picnic
At Evergreen Meadow,
The air crackled with excitement. It was the summer solstice, the one day of the year the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional meeting spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family, each member unique, yet undeniably Carbon. There was Carbon-13, his eccentric cousin, juggling aetheric energy orbs while debating the merits of isotopic art with...
The air crackled with excitement. It was the summer solstice, the one day of the year the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional meeting spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family, each member unique, yet undeniably Carbon. There was Carbon-13, his eccentric cousin, juggling aetheric energy orbs while debating the merits of isotopic art with...
#art
#countryside
#identity
#nature
#relationships
45 reads
1 Comment
Pishashee
Poem Published
Today 3:17am
Today 3:17am
Periodic Table of Arguments
Oxygen, a fiery little redhead with a southern drawl, tapped her foot impatiently.
"Hydro, honey, you're fixin' to make a fool out of yourself. Carbon is obviously gonna choose me. We make water together, darlin'. Everybody needs water. It's the lifeblood of everything!"
Hydrogen, Oxygen's nervous little sister with a squeaky voice, wrung her hands.
"You're so bossy!" Whispering loudly. "So grabby! You hog all the electrons! I offer Carbon a nice, even share. Think of all the cool stuff we can build together – hydrocarbons, the...
"Hydro, honey, you're fixin' to make a fool out of yourself. Carbon is obviously gonna choose me. We make water together, darlin'. Everybody needs water. It's the lifeblood of everything!"
Hydrogen, Oxygen's nervous little sister with a squeaky voice, wrung her hands.
"You're so bossy!" Whispering loudly. "So grabby! You hog all the electrons! I offer Carbon a nice, even share. Think of all the cool stuff we can build together – hydrocarbons, the...
#earth
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#nature
#universe
39 reads
0 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 9:30pm
1st Feb 2025 9:30pm
Secrets - The Puppy Farm
Day After Pub Evening With Gordon
After lunch, Mel drives Robert and me to the farm to see a litter of puppies. The dogs are based in Yorkshire, a collection of chocolate and black Labradors, nine of them under heat lamps, small woolly things with drooping mouths and serious eyes and tiny tails that swish from side to side. The smell inside the annexe to the farmhouse is strong, like a mixture of manure and peroxide. In the pen outside, the adult dogs bark in excitement when they see us, one tall black Labrador jumping up to nip my fingers.
'That's Isaac,'...
After lunch, Mel drives Robert and me to the farm to see a litter of puppies. The dogs are based in Yorkshire, a collection of chocolate and black Labradors, nine of them under heat lamps, small woolly things with drooping mouths and serious eyes and tiny tails that swish from side to side. The smell inside the annexe to the farmhouse is strong, like a mixture of manure and peroxide. In the pen outside, the adult dogs bark in excitement when they see us, one tall black Labrador jumping up to nip my fingers.
'That's Isaac,'...
#family
#mystery
#nature #son
#nature #son
49 reads
4 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 3:45am
26th Jan 2025 3:45am
Plastic Coating
More than ninety percent of cadavers dissected had microplastics in brains and livers
Why is plastic still being produce and how are these microplastics being delivered
Everything from fossil fuels must be a profit way down to the last sliver
Hell yeah fucking profit over humanity now didn't that make your soul quiver
Where are these plastics coming from and how are they entering everything
Simply read the words that are written and see if anything ring
Ninety-four percent of Americans drink bottled water, now think globally
It's scientifically proven...
Why is plastic still being produce and how are these microplastics being delivered
Everything from fossil fuels must be a profit way down to the last sliver
Hell yeah fucking profit over humanity now didn't that make your soul quiver
Where are these plastics coming from and how are they entering everything
Simply read the words that are written and see if anything ring
Ninety-four percent of Americans drink bottled water, now think globally
It's scientifically proven...
#humankind
#nature
#philosophical
82 reads
6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 3:45pm
24th Jan 2025 3:45pm
~the wretched state of a state.. & of it’s heartmindbodysoul
the tarred highways
are gateways to hell
..garbages & sewage
in a clogged stagnation
on either stigmatic sides
.. an obnoxious whirlpool
this
wretched nation
buzzing more often
with ominous sirens
of ambulances in
misfortune carriages
of those dying.. haplessly
accelerated to death
in those obstinately
stuck traffic congestion
that is shamelessly
hungering blood
with it’s smoky choking
hot pollution & crowning
blacks of inhumanity
such...
are gateways to hell
..garbages & sewage
in a clogged stagnation
on either stigmatic sides
.. an obnoxious whirlpool
this
wretched nation
buzzing more often
with ominous sirens
of ambulances in
misfortune carriages
of those dying.. haplessly
accelerated to death
in those obstinately
stuck traffic congestion
that is shamelessly
hungering blood
with it’s smoky choking
hot pollution & crowning
blacks of inhumanity
such...
#environment
#love
#nature
#pollution
#spiritual
96 reads
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 00:25am
17th Jan 2025 00:25am
Inner Harmony with Peace
Come go with me 🙏 and travel into a different place, where there's no time only your own thoughts, in the depths of your own MIND. For sure you could need to have a few minutes, to just unwind from the negativity and drama, and confusion for the betterment of your mind thoughts. WOULD you take the time. ⌚ To release the deepness of your own thoughts, to be able to feel you are unblocking, the very deepness of your spiritual. ENTITY of your energy and determination and perseverance. TO just have this opportunity to get inside of your own personal thoughts, 🤔 to be able to...
#dialogue
#mountains
#nature
#StreamOfConsciousness
#water
59 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 1:16am
6th Jan 2025 1:16am
Spring Has Sprung
Spring Has Sprung
Jane and I lay on the yellow sandy creek beach looking at the pink glow of sunrise in the eastern sky. She reclines on her side facing me. I am supine in the sublimity of spring. We are both twenty and too old for wading in the creek. But spring has sprung and the desire to get more than our feet wet is strong. Jane’s irises are azure as glacial ice. Her complexion is that of French vanilla. Her hair is like fine corn silk which lusters in the summer sun. Her hair giggles when she walks.
At St. Catherine Creek the water appears on fire and sparkles...
Jane and I lay on the yellow sandy creek beach looking at the pink glow of sunrise in the eastern sky. She reclines on her side facing me. I am supine in the sublimity of spring. We are both twenty and too old for wading in the creek. But spring has sprung and the desire to get more than our feet wet is strong. Jane’s irises are azure as glacial ice. Her complexion is that of French vanilla. Her hair is like fine corn silk which lusters in the summer sun. Her hair giggles when she walks.
At St. Catherine Creek the water appears on fire and sparkles...
#erotic
#nature
#sensual
#spiritual
#water
48 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 10:45pm
3rd Jan 2025 10:45pm
Who Let The Chickens Out
The Barter System
I have not heard that word in such a long time, and as I stated, the will of Allah, places people, events, or occurrences in my path, so I may be ordained to bring these words to you.
I was called from my place of employment by one of my Jewish-faith based neighbors, detailing my birds got out their coop.
I got home and thank goodness I had some organic particles food on the blanket of grass, they all wandered to the back of my yard, and my coop is located on its own grass landing, and secured bi-lateral to my brownstone, okay, the point I am...
I have not heard that word in such a long time, and as I stated, the will of Allah, places people, events, or occurrences in my path, so I may be ordained to bring these words to you.
I was called from my place of employment by one of my Jewish-faith based neighbors, detailing my birds got out their coop.
I got home and thank goodness I had some organic particles food on the blanket of grass, they all wandered to the back of my yard, and my coop is located on its own grass landing, and secured bi-lateral to my brownstone, okay, the point I am...
#birds
#nature
#water
194 reads
mebo
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 3:28pm
31st Dec 2024 3:28pm
The Never-Never Mate
The Never-Never mate I've missed is this:
Grey fog soft swaddling rolling orchard hills,
Yellow-brown apple overlooked
The Fall blessing field mice,
Wet orange leaves .
Salt foam sliding like a veil, lifted,
Falling, rising falling over rolling blue deep,
No horizon.
Heat shimmer dragonfly wing glinting,
Tilting in the wink of a golden, blue-eyed dog.
My Never-Was Mate
He is the coffee fleck of Showy Milkweed seed,
Borne cloudward over the valley
On vanilla silkwing steed.
He is a...
Grey fog soft swaddling rolling orchard hills,
Yellow-brown apple overlooked
The Fall blessing field mice,
Wet orange leaves .
Salt foam sliding like a veil, lifted,
Falling, rising falling over rolling blue deep,
No horizon.
Heat shimmer dragonfly wing glinting,
Tilting in the wink of a golden, blue-eyed dog.
My Never-Was Mate
He is the coffee fleck of Showy Milkweed seed,
Borne cloudward over the valley
On vanilla silkwing steed.
He is a...
#loneliness
#marriage
#nature
#SelfDiscovery
#spiritual
72 reads
0 Comments
FATBOY300PLUS
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 3:35pm
22nd Dec 2024 3:35pm
Emerald Eyes of Flame
Halfway thru my rotation, I saw her. And time, for me, came to a stop. As it always does in the presence of Nyema Devine.
She looked as stunning as I remembered her being. Dressed much differently than our first encounter. Timeless in her unique, elegant way. Unchanged as only a goddess could be, yet looking both similar to and different from it in equal parts.
Honored and awed, I studied her. Her form. Her features. Her body language. Purposely, I avoided her intense, emerald-green eyes.
Knowing the import of her appearing in this public place, and aware...
She looked as stunning as I remembered her being. Dressed much differently than our first encounter. Timeless in her unique, elegant way. Unchanged as only a goddess could be, yet looking both similar to and different from it in equal parts.
Honored and awed, I studied her. Her form. Her features. Her body language. Purposely, I avoided her intense, emerald-green eyes.
Knowing the import of her appearing in this public place, and aware...
#earth
#mythology
#nature
103 reads
2 Comments
Sean459
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 4:59am
16th Dec 2024 4:59am
A mixtape for parkour
#dirty
#FreeVerse
#jealousy
#lust
#nature
152 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Nature
