crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 3:17pm
15th Apr 2025 3:17pm
little tree
My thoughts worry I don't feel good today
My nerves are on edge, and my soul feels rankled
It's a beautiful sunny day, and I can't get in tune
It just makes my foul mood stark in comparison
Alcatraz, except my prison is of the mind
my failures evident I feel my limitations
Anxiety builds; I have not learned to cope
Burying my feelings causes a great disconnect
where I can only watch on from the sidelines
as others enjoy themselves
sighing and groaning within to connect with nature
my soul searches for a way in
it is...
My nerves are on edge, and my soul feels rankled
It's a beautiful sunny day, and I can't get in tune
It just makes my foul mood stark in comparison
Alcatraz, except my prison is of the mind
my failures evident I feel my limitations
Anxiety builds; I have not learned to cope
Burying my feelings causes a great disconnect
where I can only watch on from the sidelines
as others enjoy themselves
sighing and groaning within to connect with nature
my soul searches for a way in
it is...
#anxiety
#trees
54 reads
4 Comments
Hashman
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 00:51am
15th Apr 2025 00:51am
Windowpane
Screaming out loud
pounding my chest
primal in the mid of night.
By the sacred fire
deep in the woods
dancing flames, rising ember's
carrying spirits to the stars.
Colors splash in my head
visions fill my mind
inside and out,
the wind talks to me
"just listen" she says.
The trees they dance with me
swaying in the breeze,
everything blends
my spirits and the wind...
pounding my chest
primal in the mid of night.
By the sacred fire
deep in the woods
dancing flames, rising ember's
carrying spirits to the stars.
Colors splash in my head
visions fill my mind
inside and out,
the wind talks to me
"just listen" she says.
The trees they dance with me
swaying in the breeze,
everything blends
my spirits and the wind...
#fire
#love
#trees #universe
#trees #universe
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 12:24pm
12th Apr 2025 12:24pm
Eyes of the beholder
As there is still some beauty left in the world đ there is still some people's heart, not change by the chaos and drama and confusion and madness. WHO take the time to admire the many flowers and inhale and exhale there beautiful scents. AS they stroll by the precious things in life. Just needing some gentle loving care and love and attention, to continue to grow and bloom in the fresh spring, weather of the coming of spring changing into a summer breeze as they bloom in the horizon sun đ đȘŹ SHAMAN đȘŹ
#flowers
#metaphor
#rose
#StreamOfConsciousness
#trees
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InDreamz
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 3:49pm
7th Apr 2025 3:49pm
Ode to My Mango Tree
two decades or so, yet
ever reaching out to me
your calloused branches...
my voice and touch
carved in your aging bough,
your song when leaves rustle
in the night breeze
overwhelms my tormented soul...
o' my dearest amrapali,
more than my confidant,
you are an embodiment
of my spirit guide,
listening to my laments
and in whose silence
dwells solace-
an intercessor,
who carries my
pleas and prayers
to the universe; ...
ever reaching out to me
your calloused branches...
my voice and touch
carved in your aging bough,
your song when leaves rustle
in the night breeze
overwhelms my tormented soul...
o' my dearest amrapali,
more than my confidant,
you are an embodiment
of my spirit guide,
listening to my laments
and in whose silence
dwells solace-
an intercessor,
who carries my
pleas and prayers
to the universe; ...
#nature
#respect
#spiritual #trees
#spiritual #trees
116 reads
4 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 1:48am
5th Apr 2025 1:48am
Observing from the Treetops
She said I was âso quietâ.
I smiled and thought
thatâs because I have little to say
about comings and goings I canât track,
drama and gossip I never understand,
faceless names Iâll forget tomorrow.
Your words buzz around my head like gnats
and I am not a part of all that.
Itâs not that I donât try to speak.
My commentary is simply
the wrong shape
to penetrate their ear holes
Words tumble from tongue to floor
getting nothing but blank glances
as if I farted or confessed an unsavory sin
or made random...
I smiled and thought
thatâs because I have little to say
about comings and goings I canât track,
drama and gossip I never understand,
faceless names Iâll forget tomorrow.
Your words buzz around my head like gnats
and I am not a part of all that.
Itâs not that I donât try to speak.
My commentary is simply
the wrong shape
to penetrate their ear holes
Words tumble from tongue to floor
getting nothing but blank glances
as if I farted or confessed an unsavory sin
or made random...
#aliens
#confusion
#misunderstood
#trees
#women
90 reads
10 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 3:26pm
3rd Apr 2025 3:26pm
Oh Happy Day
Oh sunny day welcomes me in
beautiful sunlit flowers smile up at me
while their tree guardians take note
the birds resting in their boughs
leaves rustling slightly
while their branches praise the blue
the sky reaches on forever
a home for the sun
The earth rotates lazily as the day progresses on
She is interactive, our mother
she gives as she receives
I notice that on days I'm stormy
and stomping out about the property
She will reach out and trip me
admonishing me to be kind
the energy I'm...
beautiful sunlit flowers smile up at me
while their tree guardians take note
the birds resting in their boughs
leaves rustling slightly
while their branches praise the blue
the sky reaches on forever
a home for the sun
The earth rotates lazily as the day progresses on
She is interactive, our mother
she gives as she receives
I notice that on days I'm stormy
and stomping out about the property
She will reach out and trip me
admonishing me to be kind
the energy I'm...
#flowers
#nature
#trees
90 reads
11 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
âsashtanga namaskaramâ 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
âsashtanga namaskaramâ 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
wallyroo92
Bumped 13th Mar 2025 5:16am
11th Mar 2021 3:23pm
11th Mar 2021 3:23pm
Spring
Spring
#happiness
#trees
#flowers
#spring
#nature
6070 reads
8 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 7:47pm
8th Mar 2025 7:47pm
Born of the Paper
The Whispering Blossoms:
Ready for
Aesop's Approval(imagined)
I took a path that was staggered,
It was one of those paths
that no one knows
quite where it goes,
or just how long it mattered.
It smelled of jam
down in the brambles.
In an ancient hollow,
in a clearing,
there stood a mulberry tree.
It had a spicy story
to tell me.
It riddled & rattled
& as I listened
to its barking echo,
I ambled.
"In a...
Ready for
Aesop's Approval(imagined)
I took a path that was staggered,
It was one of those paths
that no one knows
quite where it goes,
or just how long it mattered.
It smelled of jam
down in the brambles.
In an ancient hollow,
in a clearing,
there stood a mulberry tree.
It had a spicy story
to tell me.
It riddled & rattled
& as I listened
to its barking echo,
I ambled.
"In a...
#forest
#trees
#WritingPoetry
118 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 7:15am
8th Mar 2025 7:15am
~a march(-ing) red..
.in a high noonish-dusk dramatics..
in a thin-line hybridised cusp⊠of a
wanton to puritan or vice versa..
i sit towards the sunny window .. letting in
the naked sunlight in all its luscious sparkle
.. of duskiness yellows.. dripping exuberance
of a translucent caramel honey in its tinkling
lippy dimpling corner kisses in a centric frilly
thickening voluptuous smoochy gather..
the buzzing whirring in trucks one after the
other .. but with some organic intervals in
between them as a...
in a thin-line hybridised cusp⊠of a
wanton to puritan or vice versa..
i sit towards the sunny window .. letting in
the naked sunlight in all its luscious sparkle
.. of duskiness yellows.. dripping exuberance
of a translucent caramel honey in its tinkling
lippy dimpling corner kisses in a centric frilly
thickening voluptuous smoochy gather..
the buzzing whirring in trucks one after the
other .. but with some organic intervals in
between them as a...
#birds
#love
#spiritual
#StreamOfConsciousness
#trees
143 reads
6 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 2:12am
3rd Mar 2025 2:12am
Winter Sun
#beauty
#hope
#music
#trees
#winter
134 reads
5 Comments
BaldyBrown
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 9:19am
24th Feb 2025 9:19am
When Fall Comes to New England
John Denver saw fire in the Colorado sky, but I've seen it in the trees of New England and didnât need to be high to see it.
The smell of a sultry summer field as it yielded its annual organic essence to a foggy September morning. The cemetery where rests my ancestry, deeply ensconced in the vineyards near Dundee and Glen Eden. The smell of the catawbas would approach sensory overload at this time of year. An exceptionally warm day just after duck season, kayaking around the abandoned blinds in the marshes at the north end of Cayuga Lake. Taking that last swim if you were still...
The smell of a sultry summer field as it yielded its annual organic essence to a foggy September morning. The cemetery where rests my ancestry, deeply ensconced in the vineyards near Dundee and Glen Eden. The smell of the catawbas would approach sensory overload at this time of year. An exceptionally warm day just after duck season, kayaking around the abandoned blinds in the marshes at the north end of Cayuga Lake. Taking that last swim if you were still...
#fall
#nature
#trees
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DU Poetry : Tree Poems
