randyjohnson
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2022 9:42pm
22nd Sep 2022 9:42pm
The Beginning of Autumn
Summer is over, the new season has begun.
It's my 2nd favorite season, I love the Autumn.
The leaves are changing color and falling from the trees.
The Autumn is a wonderful season and it is sure to please.
But one thing that I hate about Fall is that Winter is next to it.
When it comes to cold weather, I hate having to go through it.
I do love the Fall season because I think it's awesome.
Summer has ended and it's the beginning of Autumn.
It's my 2nd favorite season, I love the Autumn.
The leaves are changing color and falling from the trees.
The Autumn is a wonderful season and it is sure to please.
But one thing that I hate about Fall is that Winter is next to it.
When it comes to cold weather, I hate having to go through it.
I do love the Fall season because I think it's awesome.
Summer has ended and it's the beginning of Autumn.
#trees
#fall
#nature #nonfiction
#nature #nonfiction
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
21st Sep 2022 10:01pm
21st Sep 2022 10:01pm
sanctity
gentle sighs escape like babies breath
the beauty of the day captivated
in her stillness she was glorious,
in motion beautiful
my heart slowed to capture the moment
while the day glow around me
I touch the sky with my smile
and I was invited in
my dreams amuse her
so she called to the elements
and the children of the dawn
to make my wishes come true
the day interacted with my soul
and the light she bore into being became one within me
the beauty of the day captivated
in her stillness she was glorious,
in motion beautiful
my heart slowed to capture the moment
while the day glow around me
I touch the sky with my smile
and I was invited in
my dreams amuse her
so she called to the elements
and the children of the dawn
to make my wishes come true
the day interacted with my soul
and the light she bore into being became one within me
#dreams
#trees
#flowers #nature
#flowers #nature
88 reads
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Nizana
Poem Published
11th Sep 2022 11:51am
11th Sep 2022 11:51am
The Cottonwood
The old cottonwood tree
stands in the park by the
creek. It gave us shade while
fishing from the bank.
There was an older boy
who put my crickets on the
hooks since I was squeamish
and hated to see them suffer.
His name was Josh and he
was cute. Josh and I came back
a few nights later and made love
on a blanket underneath that
cottonwood. The park lights
couldn’t reach us and no one
walked there after dark.
Now, I’m grown and this cottonwood
hasn’t aged a day that I can see. Josh died ...
stands in the park by the
creek. It gave us shade while
fishing from the bank.
There was an older boy
who put my crickets on the
hooks since I was squeamish
and hated to see them suffer.
His name was Josh and he
was cute. Josh and I came back
a few nights later and made love
on a blanket underneath that
cottonwood. The park lights
couldn’t reach us and no one
walked there after dark.
Now, I’m grown and this cottonwood
hasn’t aged a day that I can see. Josh died ...
#love
#sex
#death #trees
#death #trees
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bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
10th Sep 2022 11:29pm
10th Sep 2022 11:29pm
Effervescence
in a forest in the mountains
trees embracing me
peaceful, calm as unseen fountains
are falling where I flee
from the city's loud confusions
traffic lights and too
all of human mind's illusions
now fading out of view -
on a mossy mound with growing
mushrooms somewhere very near,
a babbling watery nearby flowing
stream is all I hear -
it seems in a never-ending
peaceful gentle hush
giving way and too bending
silence into lush
consecrated sacred moments
beyond what usually
moves me...
trees embracing me
peaceful, calm as unseen fountains
are falling where I flee
from the city's loud confusions
traffic lights and too
all of human mind's illusions
now fading out of view -
on a mossy mound with growing
mushrooms somewhere very near,
a babbling watery nearby flowing
stream is all I hear -
it seems in a never-ending
peaceful gentle hush
giving way and too bending
silence into lush
consecrated sacred moments
beyond what usually
moves me...
#forest
#trees
#nature #meditation
#nature #meditation
76 reads
3 Comments
abetterstart
Poem Published
8th Sep 2022 6:51am
8th Sep 2022 6:51am
as time drops
the high up
mountains
begin to feel
the firstness
of the change,
those
autumn days
flow downward,
leaves, trickling
slow at first,
beginning
to gather
momentum,
soon the tide
of dropped
leaves swell
into a beautiful
explosion,
none exempt
from
the cascading
overflow,
covering city
and countryside
the same,
golds, reds
and amber
wash pass,
the breeze
collects
it's toll,
the leaves
will stand, dance
like ...
mountains
begin to feel
the firstness
of the change,
those
autumn days
flow downward,
leaves, trickling
slow at first,
beginning
to gather
momentum,
soon the tide
of dropped
leaves swell
into a beautiful
explosion,
none exempt
from
the cascading
overflow,
covering city
and countryside
the same,
golds, reds
and amber
wash pass,
the breeze
collects
it's toll,
the leaves
will stand, dance
like ...
#trees
#sky
#fall
#wind
#mountains
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missjem56
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2022 2:47pm
3rd Sep 2022 2:47pm
Planet Tree
The trees
Began waving at each other
Aided by a quickening breeze
Beneath the earthen ground
Hands were held
Connecting
Communicating
Without prejudice
Peaceful
Unbiased
Non-judgemental
Whether sapling
Or mother tree
Silver Birch, Oak, Yew Beech
Cherry Blossom, Apple, Pear, Plum
Weeping Willow, Walnut, Acacia
All revelled
In each others beauty
And individualism
No matter what creed
Or breed
One fine day
This wood wide web
Decide
To up their roots
And depart
Guided...
Began waving at each other
Aided by a quickening breeze
Beneath the earthen ground
Hands were held
Connecting
Communicating
Without prejudice
Peaceful
Unbiased
Non-judgemental
Whether sapling
Or mother tree
Silver Birch, Oak, Yew Beech
Cherry Blossom, Apple, Pear, Plum
Weeping Willow, Walnut, Acacia
All revelled
In each others beauty
And individualism
No matter what creed
Or breed
One fine day
This wood wide web
Decide
To up their roots
And depart
Guided...
#trees
#environment
#escape
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
1st Sep 2022 3:43pm
1st Sep 2022 3:43pm
Drake
1st September. Firestone Bay
The wind doesn't break my binding,
as I thought he might, weighed down
those pale pages, picklings of stones.
Set myself toward sea to recharge,
under wings of a cormorant beating, I worry
one'll peck my battery pack shoreside.
Someone plays a radio from an open window,
something live touches my foot,
I stamp down, instinctive, then regret it.
There's autumn in the salt, ought to've known,
she is swinging her hips in the sky,
everything has a pronoun, predominantly she.
...
The wind doesn't break my binding,
as I thought he might, weighed down
those pale pages, picklings of stones.
Set myself toward sea to recharge,
under wings of a cormorant beating, I worry
one'll peck my battery pack shoreside.
Someone plays a radio from an open window,
something live touches my foot,
I stamp down, instinctive, then regret it.
There's autumn in the salt, ought to've known,
she is swinging her hips in the sky,
everything has a pronoun, predominantly she.
...
#home
#trees
#sea #nature
#sea #nature
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abetterstart
Poem Published
29th Aug 2022 5:56am
29th Aug 2022 5:56am
magnolia, dear sweet bride
gift me now
close to my heart,
i close my aging eyes
and remember
each visit
from childhood again,
come spring
magnolia,
dear sweet bride,
to be once again
wearing
your white
floral dress,
such
an elegant delight,
delicate and graceful
stretching out
your arms
to welcome me,
sweeter and beautiful,
the perfume you wear
teasing
my senses
as always designed,
and days surely...
close to my heart,
i close my aging eyes
and remember
each visit
from childhood again,
come spring
magnolia,
dear sweet bride,
to be once again
wearing
your white
floral dress,
such
an elegant delight,
delicate and graceful
stretching out
your arms
to welcome me,
sweeter and beautiful,
the perfume you wear
teasing
my senses
as always designed,
and days surely...
#love
#courage
#inspirational
#trees
#nature
103 reads
17 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
29th Aug 2022 1:49am
29th Aug 2022 1:49am
The Great Escape
May is a month of moon watcher mornings
Where patio chairs reluctantly dew
In the sacred air of screech owl scornings,
Which ask..."Where the deuce is my witches brew?"
Of course I cannot translate owl screech.
It was only an educated guess.
But if I could master avian speech
I'd listen for the secrets they might confess,
For owls, with their night vision goggles,
Have likely witnessed the sort of dark scenes
That would give day brains disturbing boggles
Like those provided by unsupervised teens...
Or...doomed mice turned...
Where patio chairs reluctantly dew
In the sacred air of screech owl scornings,
Which ask..."Where the deuce is my witches brew?"
Of course I cannot translate owl screech.
It was only an educated guess.
But if I could master avian speech
I'd listen for the secrets they might confess,
For owls, with their night vision goggles,
Have likely witnessed the sort of dark scenes
That would give day brains disturbing boggles
Like those provided by unsupervised teens...
Or...doomed mice turned...
#trees
#birds
#moon
#shadows
#nature
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missjem56
Poem Published
21st Aug 2022 10:27pm
21st Aug 2022 10:27pm
Dance Of The Emeralds
They lay
In neat little rows
All connected
Veins exposed
Like choirs
In an emerald green
As they began
To sing, and dance
Shimmering, and rustling
Guided by the breeze
Susurrations
Psithurisms
Create the music
Of the emeralds
Gently caressing each other
Briefly
Like a stolen kiss
As they sing
Swish, swish
The wind dies down
The emeralds, fall still
Now silent
Amongst the branches
And aching limbs
by Jemia
In neat little rows
All connected
Veins exposed
Like choirs
In an emerald green
As they began
To sing, and dance
Shimmering, and rustling
Guided by the breeze
Susurrations
Psithurisms
Create the music
Of the emeralds
Gently caressing each other
Briefly
Like a stolen kiss
As they sing
Swish, swish
The wind dies down
The emeralds, fall still
Now silent
Amongst the branches
And aching limbs
by Jemia
#love
#trees
#wind #nature
#wind #nature
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tell_me_wy
Poem Published
20th Aug 2022 7:53pm
20th Aug 2022 7:53pm
Birch
Leaves of Springtime green:
Youth growing respectably old;
Thus, crowned at Summer’s end
In hues of august gold.
Youth growing respectably old;
Thus, crowned at Summer’s end
In hues of august gold.
#trees
#nature
#aging
108 reads
13 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
17th Aug 2022 11:27pm
17th Aug 2022 11:27pm
The Twilight Cat
The Twilight cat
It's eyes
A shimmering emerald green
Lay hidden
Up an old yew tree
Looking to the sky
Awaiting the stars
In the blue velvet night
The hairs
Inside it;s pointy ears
Rose up
In anticipation
And the thrill
When the first star
Came twinkling into life
The Twilight cat
Would purr, so loudly
That the yew tree
Would shake
As its roots trembled
As the earth around it
Would shift
As the earth quaked
Yet within a few moments
The Twilight cat ...
It's eyes
A shimmering emerald green
Lay hidden
Up an old yew tree
Looking to the sky
Awaiting the stars
In the blue velvet night
The hairs
Inside it;s pointy ears
Rose up
In anticipation
And the thrill
When the first star
Came twinkling into life
The Twilight cat
Would purr, so loudly
That the yew tree
Would shake
As its roots trembled
As the earth around it
Would shift
As the earth quaked
Yet within a few moments
The Twilight cat ...
#trees
#cats
#stars #magic
#stars #magic
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