PAR
Poem Published
24th Mar 2025 3:34pm
24th Mar 2025 3:34pm
Stand Tall
The giraffe, guardian of my spark,
stands tall, silent sentinel.
Guardian spirit, infinite vision,
its calm presence my soul dwells.
Its gaze sweeps across the broad horizon,
as if seeing beyond the passing of time.
With graceful steps, she walks firmly,
bringing serenity that aligns me.
Our hearts beat in harmony,
gentle strength in eternal vigil.
Neck that touches stars and ground.
Unites the worlds in full communion.
I am happy to harbor such charm
and in its shadow I find my cloak.
My soul, which...
stands tall, silent sentinel.
Guardian spirit, infinite vision,
its calm presence my soul dwells.
Its gaze sweeps across the broad horizon,
as if seeing beyond the passing of time.
With graceful steps, she walks firmly,
bringing serenity that aligns me.
Our hearts beat in harmony,
gentle strength in eternal vigil.
Neck that touches stars and ground.
Unites the worlds in full communion.
I am happy to harbor such charm
and in its shadow I find my cloak.
My soul, which...
#beauty
#happiness
#love
#nature
#spiritual
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6 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2025 5:59pm
22nd Mar 2025 5:59pm
A bee!
There is not much you can do about it.
A bee is just like a bee.
Will wander around the garden.
Will chase after her own affair.
Flowers
A bee is just like a bee.
Will wander around the garden.
Will chase after her own affair.
Flowers
#animals
#nature
72 reads
6 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
28th Mar 2025 11:55pm
28th Mar 2025 11:55pm
The Rose of Paradise (Cauldron Kill Series)
An abomination of a demonic-angel and hollowed earth
The Rose of Paradise purpose became the healer of nature’s hurt,
“With skin that flows a mercury of flowers and vines
Mysterious mystical energy in her eyes constantly shine,
“The Rose of Paradise natural beauty is godly insane
Along with her touch that can change blood to warm milk or polluted rain,
“All animals in the area will always know when she is near
Coming to her defense if called fighting to the death with no fear,
“Through smells The Rose...
The Rose of Paradise purpose became the healer of nature’s hurt,
“With skin that flows a mercury of flowers and vines
Mysterious mystical energy in her eyes constantly shine,
“The Rose of Paradise natural beauty is godly insane
Along with her touch that can change blood to warm milk or polluted rain,
“All animals in the area will always know when she is near
Coming to her defense if called fighting to the death with no fear,
“Through smells The Rose...
#mythology
#nature
76 reads
6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
19th Mar 2025 8:57pm
19th Mar 2025 8:57pm
~of a 2 random flashed paradisiacal poetic symbolisms.. of an otherwise prosaic day
1.
the messy mosquito window mesh
loaded with immortally chamfering
dusts over their each tiny squaring in
portals.. today had a surprise guest
not just knocking its door .. but falling
vertically flat & stuck..in a 90 degree
‘sashtanga namaskaram’ over the
waiting portal doors.. its iridescence
was a killer nacreous shine.. though
a dorsal beauty, away from my direct
visions.. only
her horrific ventral side.. of a boggy
brown muddiness.. in a nauseating
thoraxo-abdominal...
the messy mosquito window mesh
loaded with immortally chamfering
dusts over their each tiny squaring in
portals.. today had a surprise guest
not just knocking its door .. but falling
vertically flat & stuck..in a 90 degree
‘sashtanga namaskaram’ over the
waiting portal doors.. its iridescence
was a killer nacreous shine.. though
a dorsal beauty, away from my direct
visions.. only
her horrific ventral side.. of a boggy
brown muddiness.. in a nauseating
thoraxo-abdominal...
#animals
#flowers
#nature
#symbolism
#trees
80 reads
3 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 2:15am
21st Mar 2025 2:15am
gentleness
I'm getting stronger but emotionally I feel fragile
my openness weeps
my anger wells
when vulnerability reveals herself
seeking asylum from the steel room I keep her in
painted pretty looking like nature
still, it is a beautiful prison
I'm not cruel I just know this world isn't for her
sanctuary for the gentleness of me
who I let press against the natural world
knowing there is natural selection
and tenderness will always be chosen
my openness weeps
my anger wells
when vulnerability reveals herself
seeking asylum from the steel room I keep her in
painted pretty looking like nature
still, it is a beautiful prison
I'm not cruel I just know this world isn't for her
sanctuary for the gentleness of me
who I let press against the natural world
knowing there is natural selection
and tenderness will always be chosen
#love
#nature
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2 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 8:24pm
1st Apr 2025 8:24pm
Monosyllabic
I dreamt I saw
through arched back door
wild scenes of war
from days of yore.
I dreamt I strode
where sea once flowed.
Whilst warm sun glowed,
my brisk pace slowed.
I dreamt I heard
notes, trilled and slurred.
One song; no word—
a clear toned bird.
I dreamt I knelt
where you once dwelt;
I did near melt,
so sweet it felt.
through arched back door
wild scenes of war
from days of yore.
I dreamt I strode
where sea once flowed.
Whilst warm sun glowed,
my brisk pace slowed.
I dreamt I heard
notes, trilled and slurred.
One song; no word—
a clear toned bird.
I dreamt I knelt
where you once dwelt;
I did near melt,
so sweet it felt.
#dreams
#love
#nature #war
#nature #war
53 reads
5 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 10:57am
4th Apr 2025 10:57am
simple perfection
4 of 30
I felt so beautifully alive
blanket over shoulders
sitting criss-cross applesauce
beneath a diamond-studded velvet sky
as smoke drifted upward in twisting tendrils
flames dancing wild attendance
marshmallows burning to a delicious crisp
sizzling on the end of sharpened sticks
& my father's laughter
as we all gathered around the campfire
mom's embarrassed giggles
teased out of her habitual cautious demeanor
{only daddy held that power}
it signaled freedom
a moment slipped outside...
I felt so beautifully alive
blanket over shoulders
sitting criss-cross applesauce
beneath a diamond-studded velvet sky
as smoke drifted upward in twisting tendrils
flames dancing wild attendance
marshmallows burning to a delicious crisp
sizzling on the end of sharpened sticks
& my father's laughter
as we all gathered around the campfire
mom's embarrassed giggles
teased out of her habitual cautious demeanor
{only daddy held that power}
it signaled freedom
a moment slipped outside...
#beauty
#confessional
#family #nature
#family #nature
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1 Comment
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 3:14pm
16th Mar 2025 3:14pm
~& the caw-ing cute, the cranial city Crow.. will go uncared for:(
at fourish fivish this a dark sunday dawn..
I hear the sharp & haste cawing calls
of them
(… yes, the same them whom had known
& bonded well right from my childhood…
them- the gathered brainy birds..
the simplistic & highly social, the indian
house crow in its black n faded bodied
greys.. in its small statured built than
their bigger relative.. the wild pitch black
violent ravens…
thanks to my dad, an avid bird lover.. he
used to feed them on a daily routine...
I hear the sharp & haste cawing calls
of them
(… yes, the same them whom had known
& bonded well right from my childhood…
them- the gathered brainy birds..
the simplistic & highly social, the indian
house crow in its black n faded bodied
greys.. in its small statured built than
their bigger relative.. the wild pitch black
violent ravens…
thanks to my dad, an avid bird lover.. he
used to feed them on a daily routine...
#anger
#birds
#CallToAction
#city
#nature
94 reads
4 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 11:16am
11th Apr 2025 11:16am
nature's child
11 of 30
a living work of art...
goes through many transformations
evolving to survive an environment always changing
as with nature...
...so do I
fingers pressed into wood
forehead resting against cool pane
bracing...
as tremors travel through my veins
condensation clouds my window this morning
gazing out into darkness
...at a world distorted
& I'm undecided...
do I wipe them...
improving my view
or leave them...
...as a reflection...
...an extension...
...of my mood
after...
a living work of art...
goes through many transformations
evolving to survive an environment always changing
as with nature...
...so do I
fingers pressed into wood
forehead resting against cool pane
bracing...
as tremors travel through my veins
condensation clouds my window this morning
gazing out into darkness
...at a world distorted
& I'm undecided...
do I wipe them...
improving my view
or leave them...
...as a reflection...
...an extension...
...of my mood
after...
#nature
#SelfReflection
64 reads
2 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
24th Oct 2024 1:33pm
24th Oct 2024 1:33pm
Fireflies in jars
I don't want fireflies in jars
to entertain me for hours;
beautifying my night
with their sparkling light,
Dispelling darkness for me
while their souls aren't free;
bringing in magical dreams
through their soft soothing beams.
These pretty luminous things
are meant to measure world
with their wings...
to entertain me for hours;
beautifying my night
with their sparkling light,
Dispelling darkness for me
while their souls aren't free;
bringing in magical dreams
through their soft soothing beams.
These pretty luminous things
are meant to measure world
with their wings...
#abuse
#freedom
#nature
551 reads
21 Comments
Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 9:34pm
2nd Apr 2025 9:34pm
There is time.
There is time,
Time enough to slow the gait.
Not,
Time to waist or wait.
But,
Time enough,
Not to rush towards,
An early fate..
There is,
Time.
So I slow and focus,
Not on the face but,
The unseen state of flow.
I slip,
Beneath the passage,
of the passing cars.
Slip,
Beneath their haze,
And post,
Industrialized, haste.
I Slip,
The tailgating chase of
Consumption,
The,
Disruption of,
An indeterminate throttled action.
There is time,
Time enough,
To jump...
Time enough to slow the gait.
Not,
Time to waist or wait.
But,
Time enough,
Not to rush towards,
An early fate..
There is,
Time.
So I slow and focus,
Not on the face but,
The unseen state of flow.
I slip,
Beneath the passage,
of the passing cars.
Slip,
Beneath their haze,
And post,
Industrialized, haste.
I Slip,
The tailgating chase of
Consumption,
The,
Disruption of,
An indeterminate throttled action.
There is time,
Time enough,
To jump...
#NaPoWriMo2024
#nature
59 reads
2 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 2:41pm
9th Apr 2025 2:41pm
Overcast
Into a quiet overcast,
I am slowly fading.
With cloudy skies, half-empty gardens,
and a fresh breeze,
soothing my mind for a while
until they seep into my cracks.
Cloudy, empty,
and breezy,
are what become of me,
what my soul echoes from.
I am slowly fading
into a quiet overcast.
I am slowly fading.
With cloudy skies, half-empty gardens,
and a fresh breeze,
soothing my mind for a while
until they seep into my cracks.
Cloudy, empty,
and breezy,
are what become of me,
what my soul echoes from.
I am slowly fading
into a quiet overcast.
#emptiness
#nature
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