russell_snow
Poem Published
27th Apr 2023 9:34pm
27th Apr 2023 9:34pm
The Tree Outside a Child's Window
My child is not even a year old
Playing on the floor with books
Not reading like you or I
Just flipping through the pages, obsessively
As I lie on the carpet nearby
Looking out the window with the curtains drawn
I see the Tree swaying slightly in a breeze
It has filled out over the years
with an abundance of branches and leaves
It was a sad and struggling sight early on
I didn't think it would make it through the winter freezes
Or the summer droughts
Boy, was I wrong
What I see now fills my heart with joy
I...
Playing on the floor with books
Not reading like you or I
Just flipping through the pages, obsessively
As I lie on the carpet nearby
Looking out the window with the curtains drawn
I see the Tree swaying slightly in a breeze
It has filled out over the years
with an abundance of branches and leaves
It was a sad and struggling sight early on
I didn't think it would make it through the winter freezes
Or the summer droughts
Boy, was I wrong
What I see now fills my heart with joy
I...
#childhood
#trees
#memories #fatherhood
#memories #fatherhood
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
26th Jun 2018 3:55am
26th Jun 2018 3:55am
THE SONG OF THE CRICKETS
Take me to the Old Orchard Tree
Where the crickets sing happily free
Their song is music to my deafened ears
Deafened by silence when there’s nothing to hear.
My ears suffer violence
When surrounded by silence
For even silence carries a sound
I wish not to find or be found.
Stop silence’s high-pitched ringing
Take me to where the crickets are singing
Surround me with music; bury my ears with sounds
Hide me away where silence and I cannot be bound.
...
Where the crickets sing happily free
Their song is music to my deafened ears
Deafened by silence when there’s nothing to hear.
My ears suffer violence
When surrounded by silence
For even silence carries a sound
I wish not to find or be found.
Stop silence’s high-pitched ringing
Take me to where the crickets are singing
Surround me with music; bury my ears with sounds
Hide me away where silence and I cannot be bound.
...
#trees
#nature
17 reads
3 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 11:37am
29th Dec 2018 11:37am
"A" haikus
we avoid the looks
the arch cherry tree in March
near-by Arlington
anarchy aglow
pear tree to nowhere April
plane trip over lines
avail and anvil
our apple blossoms smear May
down in Wenatchee
appease the in-laws
June eats a plum pie by Lake
Coeur d’Alene
amends of the heart
makes the art of July green
over cherry trees
the arch cherry tree in March
near-by Arlington
anarchy aglow
pear tree to nowhere April
plane trip over lines
avail and anvil
our apple blossoms smear May
down in Wenatchee
appease the in-laws
June eats a plum pie by Lake
Coeur d’Alene
amends of the heart
makes the art of July green
over cherry trees
#marriage
#conflict
#family
#trees
#haiku
20 reads
6 Comments
rosegold
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 12:27pm
1st Dec 2024 12:27pm
Fruitless Season
Fruit sweet and ripe, out for the picking:
not a single branch on the tree hangs bare--
but idle hands turn up empty,
nothing gathered to savor or share.
Unused baskets collecting cobwebs,
sit forgotten in the dusty shed;
the hammock strung in the shade of the tree
rocks gently in the breeze beneath my head.
I wake to the sickening smell of rot,
my precious fruit scattered on the ground--
I shoo the swarming bugs from their feasting,
but not one untouched piece can be found.
My stomach turns, consumed with regret ...
not a single branch on the tree hangs bare--
but idle hands turn up empty,
nothing gathered to savor or share.
Unused baskets collecting cobwebs,
sit forgotten in the dusty shed;
the hammock strung in the shade of the tree
rocks gently in the breeze beneath my head.
I wake to the sickening smell of rot,
my precious fruit scattered on the ground--
I shoo the swarming bugs from their feasting,
but not one untouched piece can be found.
My stomach turns, consumed with regret ...
#disappointment
#emptiness
#regret #trees
#regret #trees
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
24th Feb 2019 5:45am
24th Feb 2019 5:45am
Survival
Carnage in the forest, smashed
bushes from the snow, gone
by the sun's breath, clinging
in the shadows of avoidance.
The battlefield of feathers,
white dotted with brown
versus the purple iridescent,
tumbling as evidence down trail
on trial by a jury of stalks.
These smart, red, berries jerk
the sight, salvia pours or arids.
We learned from them, STOP.
bushes from the snow, gone
by the sun's breath, clinging
in the shadows of avoidance.
The battlefield of feathers,
white dotted with brown
versus the purple iridescent,
tumbling as evidence down trail
on trial by a jury of stalks.
These smart, red, berries jerk
the sight, salvia pours or arids.
We learned from them, STOP.
#trees
#birds
#nature
23 reads
15 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 4:44pm
3rd Nov 2024 4:44pm
Of Leaves and Other Debris
Along the path of amber hue
Where leaves like whispers fall
The trees stand bare against the blue
So stark, so still, so tall
The air hangs thick with earthy scents
As shadows start to creep
The brittle ground, where branches bent
Lies bound in autumn’s sleep
The rustling leaves, a mournful sound
Lie scattered, torn, and shed
Their colors bright, now fallen down
A carpet for the dead
In quiet steps, I tread alone
Beneath the fading light
Where every tree and branch and stone
Seems haunted by the...
Where leaves like whispers fall
The trees stand bare against the blue
So stark, so still, so tall
The air hangs thick with earthy scents
As shadows start to creep
The brittle ground, where branches bent
Lies bound in autumn’s sleep
The rustling leaves, a mournful sound
Lie scattered, torn, and shed
Their colors bright, now fallen down
A carpet for the dead
In quiet steps, I tread alone
Beneath the fading light
Where every tree and branch and stone
Seems haunted by the...
#fall
#forest
#narrative
#nature
#trees
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oskar
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 8:24am
23rd Oct 2024 8:24am
survivor?
Survivor?
The ex. president
of the US.
Jimmy Carter
God blessed him
with old age
Carried around
in a crate
sleeps with open
mouth all-day
emits silence
The ex. president
of the US.
Jimmy Carter
God blessed him
with old age
Carried around
in a crate
sleeps with open
mouth all-day
emits silence
#forest
#LifeCycle
#nature
#rose
#trees
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oskar
Poem Published
17th Aug 2024 11:54am
17th Aug 2024 11:54am
the obstacle
The obstacle
After the none violent revolution in Portugal
1972, as often happens in my life when something
unusual happens, I was there, not knowing I was
witnessing history
My ship came to unload cargo, but we ended
up staying for weeks, a revolution is too important
to be wasted by mere cargo
In the village where I later settled.
the new era brought a road, not a big road
but wide enough for a school bus
there was an aber, where the road ended
two olive trees blocked the road for further
expansion
The trees...
After the none violent revolution in Portugal
1972, as often happens in my life when something
unusual happens, I was there, not knowing I was
witnessing history
My ship came to unload cargo, but we ended
up staying for weeks, a revolution is too important
to be wasted by mere cargo
In the village where I later settled.
the new era brought a road, not a big road
but wide enough for a school bus
there was an aber, where the road ended
two olive trees blocked the road for further
expansion
The trees...
#flowers
#forest
#nature
#rose
#trees
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Dan_ONeill
Dan ONeill
Dan ONeill
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 10:13am
22nd Oct 2024 10:13am
Those that stand the tallest here, this world will cause to fall
Taranis chose the fallen night to split the hour that often softens,
Imposing pressure, caressing me, lulling me to feel the call.
Quietly then, he seemed to sigh, soothing me to nurture caution -
‘Those that stand the tallest here, this world will cause to fall’.
Splintered bark, the yawling growl announcing union overlooked,
How slicing struck the scolding grip, splitting, spitting slivered gleams,
Who can trace this instance’ source, now envoy of this stark rebuke,
Or is it invitation only, this sudden thrust to the mouldered dream?
How...
Imposing pressure, caressing me, lulling me to feel the call.
Quietly then, he seemed to sigh, soothing me to nurture caution -
‘Those that stand the tallest here, this world will cause to fall’.
Splintered bark, the yawling growl announcing union overlooked,
How slicing struck the scolding grip, splitting, spitting slivered gleams,
Who can trace this instance’ source, now envoy of this stark rebuke,
Or is it invitation only, this sudden thrust to the mouldered dream?
How...
#LifeCycle
#nature
#storm #trees
#storm #trees
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scatteredsilence
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 1:02pm
14th Dec 2024 1:02pm
The woods in December
Many’s the time I’ve looked your way
Screaming wildly, so desperate to be heard
The rain hits hard, scoring my face
Memories betray me for yet another time
Take hold of me tonight
Squeeze me tight for the last time
And run into the trees
Don’t look back
I will love you to your eventuality
Then you will find life’s peace
Under soil, you shall rest
We will be together in daydreams
Every time it rains my skin will burn like sores
I will gladly hide in the shadow of the woods…
…. waiting for another you
Screaming wildly, so desperate to be heard
The rain hits hard, scoring my face
Memories betray me for yet another time
Take hold of me tonight
Squeeze me tight for the last time
And run into the trees
Don’t look back
I will love you to your eventuality
Then you will find life’s peace
Under soil, you shall rest
We will be together in daydreams
Every time it rains my skin will burn like sores
I will gladly hide in the shadow of the woods…
…. waiting for another you
#dark
#death
#love #trees
#love #trees
50 reads
MalcolmG
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 1:11pm
2nd Nov 2024 1:11pm
Thoughts of Tranquility
Let fields and rivers bring me gentle peace,
In quiet valleys where their waters flow.
I seek no fame, no glory’s proud increase,
Just trees and streams in nature’s softest glow.
I cherish rivers, winding slow and free,
Their gentle murmur a balm to the soul,
And forests deep, where silence lets me be,
Away from crowds and life’s demanding toll.
O the tranquility in quiet thoughts carried on the breeze, In effortless beauty, unassuming yet so pure. Bending apple boughs laden, the wild blossom and the deep rooted trees, this is all I need,...
In quiet valleys where their waters flow.
I seek no fame, no glory’s proud increase,
Just trees and streams in nature’s softest glow.
I cherish rivers, winding slow and free,
Their gentle murmur a balm to the soul,
And forests deep, where silence lets me be,
Away from crowds and life’s demanding toll.
O the tranquility in quiet thoughts carried on the breeze, In effortless beauty, unassuming yet so pure. Bending apple boughs laden, the wild blossom and the deep rooted trees, this is all I need,...
#clouds
#flowers
#forest
#nature
#trees
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4 Comments
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