Summer Published by Members Recently Online Poems
#summer
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2018 11:10pm
23rd Jun 2018 11:10pm
Acorn
Be patient in opening
for 'Nature's first green'
Acorn, your golden root
twisting invisibly underfoot;
Herald death instead: summer --
its scorched scarecrow shriveled
reigning rows of cracked sod
under abandoned nests of crow
Welcomed by autumn's bijou;
true citrine, ruby-fired blue
shedding her legacy of skin
to bury your amber hull
Pray for that frozen grave
overlooked by foraging squirrels;
sleep until the frigid thaw
severs winter's umbilical cord
For to survive time as...
for 'Nature's first green'
Acorn, your golden root
twisting invisibly underfoot;
Herald death instead: summer --
its scorched scarecrow shriveled
reigning rows of cracked sod
under abandoned nests of crow
Welcomed by autumn's bijou;
true citrine, ruby-fired blue
shedding her legacy of skin
to bury your amber hull
Pray for that frozen grave
overlooked by foraging squirrels;
sleep until the frigid thaw
severs winter's umbilical cord
For to survive time as...
#trees
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
1121 reads
10 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2018 11:10pm
23rd Jun 2018 11:10pm
Acorn
Be patient in opening
for 'Nature's first green'
Acorn, your golden root
twisting invisibly underfoot;
Herald death instead: summer --
its scorched scarecrow shriveled
reigning rows of cracked sod
under abandoned nests of crow
Welcomed by autumn's bijou;
true citrine, ruby-fired blue
shedding her legacy of skin
to bury your amber hull
Pray for that frozen grave
overlooked by foraging squirrels;
sleep until the frigid thaw
severs winter's umbilical cord
For to survive time as...
for 'Nature's first green'
Acorn, your golden root
twisting invisibly underfoot;
Herald death instead: summer --
its scorched scarecrow shriveled
reigning rows of cracked sod
under abandoned nests of crow
Welcomed by autumn's bijou;
true citrine, ruby-fired blue
shedding her legacy of skin
to bury your amber hull
Pray for that frozen grave
overlooked by foraging squirrels;
sleep until the frigid thaw
severs winter's umbilical cord
For to survive time as...
#trees
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
1121 reads
10 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2018 11:10pm
23rd Jun 2018 11:10pm
Acorn
Be patient in opening
for 'Nature's first green'
Acorn, your golden root
twisting invisibly underfoot;
Herald death instead: summer --
its scorched scarecrow shriveled
reigning rows of cracked sod
under abandoned nests of crow
Welcomed by autumn's bijou;
true citrine, ruby-fired blue
shedding her legacy of skin
to bury your amber hull
Pray for that frozen grave
overlooked by foraging squirrels;
sleep until the frigid thaw
severs winter's umbilical cord
For to survive time as...
for 'Nature's first green'
Acorn, your golden root
twisting invisibly underfoot;
Herald death instead: summer --
its scorched scarecrow shriveled
reigning rows of cracked sod
under abandoned nests of crow
Welcomed by autumn's bijou;
true citrine, ruby-fired blue
shedding her legacy of skin
to bury your amber hull
Pray for that frozen grave
overlooked by foraging squirrels;
sleep until the frigid thaw
severs winter's umbilical cord
For to survive time as...
#trees
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
1121 reads
10 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2018 11:10pm
23rd Jun 2018 11:10pm
Acorn
Be patient in opening
for 'Nature's first green'
Acorn, your golden root
twisting invisibly underfoot;
Herald death instead: summer --
its scorched scarecrow shriveled
reigning rows of cracked sod
under abandoned nests of crow
Welcomed by autumn's bijou;
true citrine, ruby-fired blue
shedding her legacy of skin
to bury your amber hull
Pray for that frozen grave
overlooked by foraging squirrels;
sleep until the frigid thaw
severs winter's umbilical cord
For to survive time as...
for 'Nature's first green'
Acorn, your golden root
twisting invisibly underfoot;
Herald death instead: summer --
its scorched scarecrow shriveled
reigning rows of cracked sod
under abandoned nests of crow
Welcomed by autumn's bijou;
true citrine, ruby-fired blue
shedding her legacy of skin
to bury your amber hull
Pray for that frozen grave
overlooked by foraging squirrels;
sleep until the frigid thaw
severs winter's umbilical cord
For to survive time as...
#trees
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
1121 reads
10 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2018 11:10pm
23rd Jun 2018 11:10pm
Acorn
Be patient in opening
for 'Nature's first green'
Acorn, your golden root
twisting invisibly underfoot;
Herald death instead: summer --
its scorched scarecrow shriveled
reigning rows of cracked sod
under abandoned nests of crow
Welcomed by autumn's bijou;
true citrine, ruby-fired blue
shedding her legacy of skin
to bury your amber hull
Pray for that frozen grave
overlooked by foraging squirrels;
sleep until the frigid thaw
severs winter's umbilical cord
For to survive time as...
for 'Nature's first green'
Acorn, your golden root
twisting invisibly underfoot;
Herald death instead: summer --
its scorched scarecrow shriveled
reigning rows of cracked sod
under abandoned nests of crow
Welcomed by autumn's bijou;
true citrine, ruby-fired blue
shedding her legacy of skin
to bury your amber hull
Pray for that frozen grave
overlooked by foraging squirrels;
sleep until the frigid thaw
severs winter's umbilical cord
For to survive time as...
#trees
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
1121 reads
10 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
15th Mar 2024 2:36pm
15th Mar 2024 2:36pm
No compositions by Vivaldi
I was born in the twilight of centuries,
when the sun, tired from its journey,
sinks into the golden horizon
and the moon emerges shy and silvery.
O nature, wise and ancient,
you owe me the sighs of the trees,
and the murmur of the dancing brook.
The scents of wild flowers.
You owe me the whisper of the wind
that caresses the leaves and hair.
And the embrace of the ground, firm and welcoming,
that supports my uncertain steps.
You owe me the birdsong,
echoing valleys and mountains
and the silence of the...
when the sun, tired from its journey,
sinks into the golden horizon
and the moon emerges shy and silvery.
O nature, wise and ancient,
you owe me the sighs of the trees,
and the murmur of the dancing brook.
The scents of wild flowers.
You owe me the whisper of the wind
that caresses the leaves and hair.
And the embrace of the ground, firm and welcoming,
that supports my uncertain steps.
You owe me the birdsong,
echoing valleys and mountains
and the silence of the...
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
#music
167 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
15th Mar 2024 2:36pm
15th Mar 2024 2:36pm
No compositions by Vivaldi
I was born in the twilight of centuries,
when the sun, tired from its journey,
sinks into the golden horizon
and the moon emerges shy and silvery.
O nature, wise and ancient,
you owe me the sighs of the trees,
and the murmur of the dancing brook.
The scents of wild flowers.
You owe me the whisper of the wind
that caresses the leaves and hair.
And the embrace of the ground, firm and welcoming,
that supports my uncertain steps.
You owe me the birdsong,
echoing valleys and mountains
and the silence of the...
when the sun, tired from its journey,
sinks into the golden horizon
and the moon emerges shy and silvery.
O nature, wise and ancient,
you owe me the sighs of the trees,
and the murmur of the dancing brook.
The scents of wild flowers.
You owe me the whisper of the wind
that caresses the leaves and hair.
And the embrace of the ground, firm and welcoming,
that supports my uncertain steps.
You owe me the birdsong,
echoing valleys and mountains
and the silence of the...
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
#music
167 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
15th Mar 2024 2:36pm
15th Mar 2024 2:36pm
No compositions by Vivaldi
I was born in the twilight of centuries,
when the sun, tired from its journey,
sinks into the golden horizon
and the moon emerges shy and silvery.
O nature, wise and ancient,
you owe me the sighs of the trees,
and the murmur of the dancing brook.
The scents of wild flowers.
You owe me the whisper of the wind
that caresses the leaves and hair.
And the embrace of the ground, firm and welcoming,
that supports my uncertain steps.
You owe me the birdsong,
echoing valleys and mountains
and the silence of the...
when the sun, tired from its journey,
sinks into the golden horizon
and the moon emerges shy and silvery.
O nature, wise and ancient,
you owe me the sighs of the trees,
and the murmur of the dancing brook.
The scents of wild flowers.
You owe me the whisper of the wind
that caresses the leaves and hair.
And the embrace of the ground, firm and welcoming,
that supports my uncertain steps.
You owe me the birdsong,
echoing valleys and mountains
and the silence of the...
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
#music
167 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
15th Mar 2024 2:36pm
15th Mar 2024 2:36pm
No compositions by Vivaldi
I was born in the twilight of centuries,
when the sun, tired from its journey,
sinks into the golden horizon
and the moon emerges shy and silvery.
O nature, wise and ancient,
you owe me the sighs of the trees,
and the murmur of the dancing brook.
The scents of wild flowers.
You owe me the whisper of the wind
that caresses the leaves and hair.
And the embrace of the ground, firm and welcoming,
that supports my uncertain steps.
You owe me the birdsong,
echoing valleys and mountains
and the silence of the...
when the sun, tired from its journey,
sinks into the golden horizon
and the moon emerges shy and silvery.
O nature, wise and ancient,
you owe me the sighs of the trees,
and the murmur of the dancing brook.
The scents of wild flowers.
You owe me the whisper of the wind
that caresses the leaves and hair.
And the embrace of the ground, firm and welcoming,
that supports my uncertain steps.
You owe me the birdsong,
echoing valleys and mountains
and the silence of the...
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
#music
167 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
15th Mar 2024 2:36pm
15th Mar 2024 2:36pm
No compositions by Vivaldi
I was born in the twilight of centuries,
when the sun, tired from its journey,
sinks into the golden horizon
and the moon emerges shy and silvery.
O nature, wise and ancient,
you owe me the sighs of the trees,
and the murmur of the dancing brook.
The scents of wild flowers.
You owe me the whisper of the wind
that caresses the leaves and hair.
And the embrace of the ground, firm and welcoming,
that supports my uncertain steps.
You owe me the birdsong,
echoing valleys and mountains
and the silence of the...
when the sun, tired from its journey,
sinks into the golden horizon
and the moon emerges shy and silvery.
O nature, wise and ancient,
you owe me the sighs of the trees,
and the murmur of the dancing brook.
The scents of wild flowers.
You owe me the whisper of the wind
that caresses the leaves and hair.
And the embrace of the ground, firm and welcoming,
that supports my uncertain steps.
You owe me the birdsong,
echoing valleys and mountains
and the silence of the...
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
#music
167 reads
4 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 2:38pm
7th Feb 2025 2:38pm
While She Was Getting Herself A Tan
Yvonne felt the cool
summer breeze touch
her naked skin while
she was getting herself
a tan on that nude beach.
summer breeze touch
her naked skin while
she was getting herself
a tan on that nude beach.
#beach
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#sex
#summer
74 reads
0 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 2:38pm
7th Feb 2025 2:38pm
While She Was Getting Herself A Tan
Yvonne felt the cool
summer breeze touch
her naked skin while
she was getting herself
a tan on that nude beach.
summer breeze touch
her naked skin while
she was getting herself
a tan on that nude beach.
#beach
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#sex
#summer
74 reads
0 Comments
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