BeginningPoet
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:32am
Yesterday 11:32am
The Soft Mist
The soft mist
rises, gathering above
the darkened waters
like ghost drifting
up from the past,
the gray moss
hanging on the trees
like a memory
clinging to the
unforgotten moments,
sounds of emptiness
rushing past
like stone soldiers,
silence fades into
the stale evening while
the moonlight aches
as the desolate waters
reflect back it's own
mortality.
rises, gathering above
the darkened waters
like ghost drifting
up from the past,
the gray moss
hanging on the trees
like a memory
clinging to the
unforgotten moments,
sounds of emptiness
rushing past
like stone soldiers,
silence fades into
the stale evening while
the moonlight aches
as the desolate waters
reflect back it's own
mortality.
#trees
#water
#nature
29 reads
8 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:05am
Yesterday 4:05am
Adam (Tree Of Life)
Tree of wine in
passion's early glare,
not forthcoming of dawn,
engorges fevered veins.
The coolness waits
among seedless worries,
in sorrow's early light,
beam of the Moon's flight.
Adam, dreaming,
sees a child aloft
piercing the apple of his cheek
where the woman groans.
She, in morning's blood
soaks the sweet clay
under the tree of life,
burning in the mists of day.
.....
#FedericoGarciaLorca
(a non-entry)
passion's early glare,
not forthcoming of dawn,
engorges fevered veins.
The coolness waits
among seedless worries,
in sorrow's early light,
beam of the Moon's flight.
Adam, dreaming,
sees a child aloft
piercing the apple of his cheek
where the woman groans.
She, in morning's blood
soaks the sweet clay
under the tree of life,
burning in the mists of day.
.....
#FedericoGarciaLorca
(a non-entry)
#trees
#mythology
#LifeCycle
21 reads
1 Comment
RexDurkin
Poem Published
15th Jun 2019 10:57am
15th Jun 2019 10:57am
I love to frolic through the gay meadow -Sonnet Eighty-Eight
I love to frolic through the gay meadow
Skipping amongst the grass and daffodils
Waving my butterfly net too and fro
High as a kite on mother fuckin' pills
The warm sunshine beams down upon my dome
A puff ball drifts tenderly on the breeze
I’m paranoid that there's a creepy gnome
Watching me from behind those chestnut trees
Whistling a cheerful tune that I’ve written
I’m joined in song by a friendly magpie
Who decides that he wants to start shittin’
A white bird turd hits me right in the eye
My pointy...
Skipping amongst the grass and daffodils
Waving my butterfly net too and fro
High as a kite on mother fuckin' pills
The warm sunshine beams down upon my dome
A puff ball drifts tenderly on the breeze
I’m paranoid that there's a creepy gnome
Watching me from behind those chestnut trees
Whistling a cheerful tune that I’ve written
I’m joined in song by a friendly magpie
Who decides that he wants to start shittin’
A white bird turd hits me right in the eye
My pointy...
#countryside
#trees
#funny #sonnet
#funny #sonnet
16 reads
0 Comments
ImperfectedStone
P M Banks
P M Banks
Poem Published
10th Jun 2019 8:56pm
10th Jun 2019 8:56pm
Sharrah Pool
400m, 11°c, high river levels, peat from run off the Moor.
In peat, embedded in thickness of woodland, I am possessed by you -
Another inanimate rock, grain, twig for you to dance and crash over.
Unafraid,
a familiar lover, I grace your thirst with this flesh my Mother bore me,
thrust myself deep
in your thundering sway, hungering for a flood
of feeling.
I have missed you - the way a robin misses territory, after a fight gone wrong with another.
I take in oxygen, inhale freshness, linger on the solitude the way an...
In peat, embedded in thickness of woodland, I am possessed by you -
Another inanimate rock, grain, twig for you to dance and crash over.
Unafraid,
a familiar lover, I grace your thirst with this flesh my Mother bore me,
thrust myself deep
in your thundering sway, hungering for a flood
of feeling.
I have missed you - the way a robin misses territory, after a fight gone wrong with another.
I take in oxygen, inhale freshness, linger on the solitude the way an...
#home
#trees
#river #nature
#river #nature
33 reads
2 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
10th Jun 2019 3:55am
10th Jun 2019 3:55am
Gaela Of The Remembrance Of Love (Orchard Of Remembrance)
The heavy fruit lay
against bare branches,
All night long,
quinces of pain growing
Like difficult dreams
crowding each other.
White lillies of chalk
hide from the dogs
Who stalk their poisons
in dreams of remembrance
In my secret orchard,
windswept in Night's greenery.
Like tulips in January
I sleep in frost's hibernation.
As a tremor I am kept
by pains of a bleeding rose.
Sometimes the night is a wall
that prevents me from...
against bare branches,
All night long,
quinces of pain growing
Like difficult dreams
crowding each other.
White lillies of chalk
hide from the dogs
Who stalk their poisons
in dreams of remembrance
In my secret orchard,
windswept in Night's greenery.
Like tulips in January
I sleep in frost's hibernation.
As a tremor I am kept
by pains of a bleeding rose.
Sometimes the night is a wall
that prevents me from...
#love
#dreams
#death #trees
#death #trees
54 reads
6 Comments
crowfly
Poem Published
9th Jun 2019 9:51pm
9th Jun 2019 9:51pm
Redwood
The symbol of infinity
Aglow on a redwood tree
Looming in Yosemite
Taller than the eye can see
I settle down, so deeply flawed
Lay aside my splintered rod
I remain rapt, and fully awed
With restored belief in Nature's God.
Aglow on a redwood tree
Looming in Yosemite
Taller than the eye can see
I settle down, so deeply flawed
Lay aside my splintered rod
I remain rapt, and fully awed
With restored belief in Nature's God.
#trees
#nature
#spiritual
46 reads
13 Comments
Sartoris
Poem Published
5th Jun 2019 10:08pm
5th Jun 2019 10:08pm
Old Growth
Stripped lichen-bark
reveals the inner layer,
normally hidden
from view: a ragged, scarlet
core, surrounded by
almond flesh (smooth and
glistening with rainfall);
after which, we begin a new
separation of limbs,
entwine branches to merge
a former wholeness
with evocations of another
season: a dampness
of maple-leaves drowning
the air, suggests
apple trees, at harvest;
but the advisory passes
sooner than memory,
while a blue-hooded
grackle moves,...
reveals the inner layer,
normally hidden
from view: a ragged, scarlet
core, surrounded by
almond flesh (smooth and
glistening with rainfall);
after which, we begin a new
separation of limbs,
entwine branches to merge
a former wholeness
with evocations of another
season: a dampness
of maple-leaves drowning
the air, suggests
apple trees, at harvest;
but the advisory passes
sooner than memory,
while a blue-hooded
grackle moves,...
#trees
#fall
#spring #nature
#spring #nature
45 reads
7 Comments
joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
4th Jun 2019 5:43pm
4th Jun 2019 5:43pm
The Story that DAYBREAK Tells
Think of the circle of the moon against the black sky as an ovum in the darkness of the womb/uterus.
The stars surrounding the moon become the myriads of sperm in pursuit of the egg, to encircle and finally to penetrate it.
What then is the sun at dawn if not that same egg newly transformed into the glorious zygote.
As the first two rays of light rise above the horizon, its like the initial splitting of zygote into two cells.
Like two cells become thousands, millions, billions, trillions, so the rays become trillions and trillions times trillions of rays of light. ...
The stars surrounding the moon become the myriads of sperm in pursuit of the egg, to encircle and finally to penetrate it.
What then is the sun at dawn if not that same egg newly transformed into the glorious zygote.
As the first two rays of light rise above the horizon, its like the initial splitting of zygote into two cells.
Like two cells become thousands, millions, billions, trillions, so the rays become trillions and trillions times trillions of rays of light. ...
#forest
#trees
#flowers
#nature
#LifeCycle
31 reads
2 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2019 2:16pm
2nd Jun 2019 2:16pm
Branches From a Dead Tree
There is a wound
that I poke with a
stick from the past
It's like I get bored
and start unpacking bags
bringing out the old shit
so I have an excuse to be mad
laying down all day, wallowing
in the nothing and reincarnating
what has died a thousand times
just to feel like shit all over again
and all of this for what?
that I poke with a
stick from the past
It's like I get bored
and start unpacking bags
bringing out the old shit
so I have an excuse to be mad
laying down all day, wallowing
in the nothing and reincarnating
what has died a thousand times
just to feel like shit all over again
and all of this for what?
#trees
44 reads
4 Comments
katydidnot
Poem Published
1st Jun 2019 7:57pm
1st Jun 2019 7:57pm
F1NEFAh L0
stranger
there was an odor
of apples
when you passed
me so
I followed
you into the park
in the wet wet
wet wet
wet wet dark
I felt your mouth
inside my mind
in places
deep inside of me
our sight obscured
the trees between
the night was sure
we didn’t
speak
we kept a distance
safely there
where you were
twenty steps ahead
I spun around
walked to my flat
now you were twenty steps
in back
the door ajar
I lie down
bare
for twenty steps ...
there was an odor
of apples
when you passed
me so
I followed
you into the park
in the wet wet
wet wet
wet wet dark
I felt your mouth
inside my mind
in places
deep inside of me
our sight obscured
the trees between
the night was sure
we didn’t
speak
we kept a distance
safely there
where you were
twenty steps ahead
I spun around
walked to my flat
now you were twenty steps
in back
the door ajar
I lie down
bare
for twenty steps ...
#trees
#food
71 reads
4 Comments
fieryangelsouljia
MorriganFey
MorriganFey
Poem Published
30th May 2019 8:52pm
30th May 2019 8:52pm
the Singing Tree
All I know
is the place I used to rest
underneath the singing tree
next to the riverbed
and when I brought you there
the moonlight in your hair
you said it would be best
then you kissed my head and left
and I know nothing but this tree
the river and these leaves
so I'll hide and I'll rest
in the place I know best
underneath my singing tree
underneath my singing tree
x2
All I know
is the place I used to rest
with my head by the moss
singing songs up to the moon
there in...
is the place I used to rest
underneath the singing tree
next to the riverbed
and when I brought you there
the moonlight in your hair
you said it would be best
then you kissed my head and left
and I know nothing but this tree
the river and these leaves
so I'll hide and I'll rest
in the place I know best
underneath my singing tree
underneath my singing tree
x2
All I know
is the place I used to rest
with my head by the moss
singing songs up to the moon
there in...
#sadness
#loneliness
#trees
#river
#night
68 reads
1 Comment
jemac
Poem Published
30th May 2019 00:07am
30th May 2019 00:07am
Naked Woods
tree stripped of its bark
all vital secrets exposed
universe captured
~ photo by Jemac ~
all vital secrets exposed
universe captured
~ photo by Jemac ~
#love
#trees
#nature #spiritual
#nature #spiritual
59 reads
10 Comments
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