adagio
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 5:48pm
30th Dec 2024 5:48pm
A Doorway - with Lilliputian
Between every two trees
there is a doorway
of rhythms and beams
rustling the fallen leaves
more than the eye can know
powder puff and pollen blow
and scented hours
beneath the smiling moon
of lanterns and stars
hidden under green canopies
and sleeping sunflowers
the glowing fireflies
chanting to the alchemy
of cloaked essence below
with secrets from nights ago
veiled in tulle
forevermore dreaming to
the dusk's tunes
there is a doorway
of rhythms and beams
rustling the fallen leaves
more than the eye can know
powder puff and pollen blow
and scented hours
beneath the smiling moon
of lanterns and stars
hidden under green canopies
and sleeping sunflowers
the glowing fireflies
chanting to the alchemy
of cloaked essence below
with secrets from nights ago
veiled in tulle
forevermore dreaming to
the dusk's tunes
#collaboration
#nature
#philosophical
68 reads
8 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 5:48pm
30th Dec 2024 5:48pm
A Doorway - with Lilliputian
Between every two trees
there is a doorway
of rhythms and beams
rustling the fallen leaves
more than the eye can know
powder puff and pollen blow
and scented hours
beneath the smiling moon
of lanterns and stars
hidden under green canopies
and sleeping sunflowers
the glowing fireflies
chanting to the alchemy
of cloaked essence below
with secrets from nights ago
veiled in tulle
forevermore dreaming to
the dusk's tunes
there is a doorway
of rhythms and beams
rustling the fallen leaves
more than the eye can know
powder puff and pollen blow
and scented hours
beneath the smiling moon
of lanterns and stars
hidden under green canopies
and sleeping sunflowers
the glowing fireflies
chanting to the alchemy
of cloaked essence below
with secrets from nights ago
veiled in tulle
forevermore dreaming to
the dusk's tunes
#collaboration
#nature
#philosophical
68 reads
8 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 5:48pm
30th Dec 2024 5:48pm
A Doorway - with Lilliputian
Between every two trees
there is a doorway
of rhythms and beams
rustling the fallen leaves
more than the eye can know
powder puff and pollen blow
and scented hours
beneath the smiling moon
of lanterns and stars
hidden under green canopies
and sleeping sunflowers
the glowing fireflies
chanting to the alchemy
of cloaked essence below
with secrets from nights ago
veiled in tulle
forevermore dreaming to
the dusk's tunes
there is a doorway
of rhythms and beams
rustling the fallen leaves
more than the eye can know
powder puff and pollen blow
and scented hours
beneath the smiling moon
of lanterns and stars
hidden under green canopies
and sleeping sunflowers
the glowing fireflies
chanting to the alchemy
of cloaked essence below
with secrets from nights ago
veiled in tulle
forevermore dreaming to
the dusk's tunes
#collaboration
#nature
#philosophical
68 reads
8 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
4th Aug 2024 7:10am
4th Aug 2024 7:10am
Whether Weather
She continually changes herself as if she's the seasons
Not realizing that regardless of the weather she's equally as pleasing
I love standing in the plunge pool of her falling Niagara
As she pours over me, an obelisk, as if built by viagara
But there's no need her seasons are all that's required
Winters covered by her lying on a rug in front of a fire
Burning oak and hickory, hissing and crackling, sharing their scent
Perfume and cologne commingling as flesh is forced to repent
She changes as our overhang collapses heating up as she rides ...
Not realizing that regardless of the weather she's equally as pleasing
I love standing in the plunge pool of her falling Niagara
As she pours over me, an obelisk, as if built by viagara
But there's no need her seasons are all that's required
Winters covered by her lying on a rug in front of a fire
Burning oak and hickory, hissing and crackling, sharing their scent
Perfume and cologne commingling as flesh is forced to repent
She changes as our overhang collapses heating up as she rides ...
#dirty
#nature
#sex
236 reads
10 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
4th Aug 2024 7:10am
4th Aug 2024 7:10am
Whether Weather
She continually changes herself as if she's the seasons
Not realizing that regardless of the weather she's equally as pleasing
I love standing in the plunge pool of her falling Niagara
As she pours over me, an obelisk, as if built by viagara
But there's no need her seasons are all that's required
Winters covered by her lying on a rug in front of a fire
Burning oak and hickory, hissing and crackling, sharing their scent
Perfume and cologne commingling as flesh is forced to repent
She changes as our overhang collapses heating up as she rides ...
Not realizing that regardless of the weather she's equally as pleasing
I love standing in the plunge pool of her falling Niagara
As she pours over me, an obelisk, as if built by viagara
But there's no need her seasons are all that's required
Winters covered by her lying on a rug in front of a fire
Burning oak and hickory, hissing and crackling, sharing their scent
Perfume and cologne commingling as flesh is forced to repent
She changes as our overhang collapses heating up as she rides ...
#dirty
#nature
#sex
236 reads
10 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
4th Aug 2024 7:10am
4th Aug 2024 7:10am
Whether Weather
She continually changes herself as if she's the seasons
Not realizing that regardless of the weather she's equally as pleasing
I love standing in the plunge pool of her falling Niagara
As she pours over me, an obelisk, as if built by viagara
But there's no need her seasons are all that's required
Winters covered by her lying on a rug in front of a fire
Burning oak and hickory, hissing and crackling, sharing their scent
Perfume and cologne commingling as flesh is forced to repent
She changes as our overhang collapses heating up as she rides ...
Not realizing that regardless of the weather she's equally as pleasing
I love standing in the plunge pool of her falling Niagara
As she pours over me, an obelisk, as if built by viagara
But there's no need her seasons are all that's required
Winters covered by her lying on a rug in front of a fire
Burning oak and hickory, hissing and crackling, sharing their scent
Perfume and cologne commingling as flesh is forced to repent
She changes as our overhang collapses heating up as she rides ...
#dirty
#nature
#sex
236 reads
10 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
25th Aug 2024 5:48am
25th Aug 2024 5:48am
Cold Hearted
Desire bleeds the serpent dry
Crawling towards his surprise
Forked tongue begins to pry
Without hope or compromise
Adapting to this hostile terrain
Shedding skin along the way
Living off sin unable to refrain
Stalking his unsuspecting prey
Lethal venom piercing fangs
Striking flesh with brute force
In the balance survival hangs
Cold hearted beyond remorse
Crawling towards his surprise
Forked tongue begins to pry
Without hope or compromise
Adapting to this hostile terrain
Shedding skin along the way
Living off sin unable to refrain
Stalking his unsuspecting prey
Lethal venom piercing fangs
Striking flesh with brute force
In the balance survival hangs
Cold hearted beyond remorse
#dark
#nature
149 reads
12 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
25th Aug 2024 5:48am
25th Aug 2024 5:48am
Cold Hearted
Desire bleeds the serpent dry
Crawling towards his surprise
Forked tongue begins to pry
Without hope or compromise
Adapting to this hostile terrain
Shedding skin along the way
Living off sin unable to refrain
Stalking his unsuspecting prey
Lethal venom piercing fangs
Striking flesh with brute force
In the balance survival hangs
Cold hearted beyond remorse
Crawling towards his surprise
Forked tongue begins to pry
Without hope or compromise
Adapting to this hostile terrain
Shedding skin along the way
Living off sin unable to refrain
Stalking his unsuspecting prey
Lethal venom piercing fangs
Striking flesh with brute force
In the balance survival hangs
Cold hearted beyond remorse
#dark
#nature
149 reads
12 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
20th Apr 2023 2:23pm
20th Apr 2023 2:23pm
Dawn Awaits
while the world
is yet hushed away
in peaceful slumber,
Mother Earth quietly
sets up her easel;
carefully mixing pigments
on her palette,
her vision becomes manifest
in glorious hues of orange,
red, and yellow;
her brushstrokes stain
the eastern horizon
with living fire,
bold light weaving in
radiant bursts of color;
the dawn awaits,
full of promise and
new beginnings
is yet hushed away
in peaceful slumber,
Mother Earth quietly
sets up her easel;
carefully mixing pigments
on her palette,
her vision becomes manifest
in glorious hues of orange,
red, and yellow;
her brushstrokes stain
the eastern horizon
with living fire,
bold light weaving in
radiant bursts of color;
the dawn awaits,
full of promise and
new beginnings
#sky
#nature
#dawn
330 reads
16 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
20th Apr 2023 2:23pm
20th Apr 2023 2:23pm
Dawn Awaits
while the world
is yet hushed away
in peaceful slumber,
Mother Earth quietly
sets up her easel;
carefully mixing pigments
on her palette,
her vision becomes manifest
in glorious hues of orange,
red, and yellow;
her brushstrokes stain
the eastern horizon
with living fire,
bold light weaving in
radiant bursts of color;
the dawn awaits,
full of promise and
new beginnings
is yet hushed away
in peaceful slumber,
Mother Earth quietly
sets up her easel;
carefully mixing pigments
on her palette,
her vision becomes manifest
in glorious hues of orange,
red, and yellow;
her brushstrokes stain
the eastern horizon
with living fire,
bold light weaving in
radiant bursts of color;
the dawn awaits,
full of promise and
new beginnings
#sky
#nature
#dawn
330 reads
16 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
20th Apr 2023 2:23pm
20th Apr 2023 2:23pm
Dawn Awaits
while the world
is yet hushed away
in peaceful slumber,
Mother Earth quietly
sets up her easel;
carefully mixing pigments
on her palette,
her vision becomes manifest
in glorious hues of orange,
red, and yellow;
her brushstrokes stain
the eastern horizon
with living fire,
bold light weaving in
radiant bursts of color;
the dawn awaits,
full of promise and
new beginnings
is yet hushed away
in peaceful slumber,
Mother Earth quietly
sets up her easel;
carefully mixing pigments
on her palette,
her vision becomes manifest
in glorious hues of orange,
red, and yellow;
her brushstrokes stain
the eastern horizon
with living fire,
bold light weaving in
radiant bursts of color;
the dawn awaits,
full of promise and
new beginnings
#sky
#nature
#dawn
330 reads
16 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 3:25am
2nd Nov 2024 3:25am
False Flower
I was once a beautiful flower
Bursting with life
Petal were strong
Demanding all of you to keep me in your sight
Then one day, out of the blue
Another flower blooms
Right next to me, know who
I was in her shadow
I could not be seen
“Hey, I was here first.”
Why are you so mean?
Then a frost came
And she slowly started to go down
Why did it not affect me?
Why do I wear this frown?
She looked at me and with her last breath
Because we knew she was so close to death
“Do not be sad, you were...
Bursting with life
Petal were strong
Demanding all of you to keep me in your sight
Then one day, out of the blue
Another flower blooms
Right next to me, know who
I was in her shadow
I could not be seen
“Hey, I was here first.”
Why are you so mean?
Then a frost came
And she slowly started to go down
Why did it not affect me?
Why do I wear this frown?
She looked at me and with her last breath
Because we knew she was so close to death
“Do not be sad, you were...
#flowers
#nature
213 reads
15 Comments
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