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
89 reads
6 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 didn’t 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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0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 3:30pm
22nd Feb 2025 3:30pm
Autumn Leaves
I am surrounded by autumn leaves,
Their vibrant hues of crimson and gold,
Whispering tales of change and beauty.
The crisp air carries the scent of earth,
Dew-kissed mornings, and evenings in twilight,
Leaves gently falling like nature's confetti.
I walk through a carpet of russet and amber,
Each step a reminder of the cycle of life,
Nature's quiet song echoing in my heart.
The trees stand tall, their branches bare,
Yet full of grace and dignity,
Revealing the sky in its clear, blue splendor.
In this...
Their vibrant hues of crimson and gold,
Whispering tales of change and beauty.
The crisp air carries the scent of earth,
Dew-kissed mornings, and evenings in twilight,
Leaves gently falling like nature's confetti.
I walk through a carpet of russet and amber,
Each step a reminder of the cycle of life,
Nature's quiet song echoing in my heart.
The trees stand tall, their branches bare,
Yet full of grace and dignity,
Revealing the sky in its clear, blue splendor.
In this...
#beauty
#fall
#forest
#nature
#trees
72 reads
8 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 11:03am
5th Oct 2024 11:03am
Autumn
On a cold,autumn day.
Leaves fall and dance the day away.
Like ballerinas up in the sky.
They fly and crunch under your feet.
And their grace is what you meet.
You go onto the bench,on your seat.
With leaves crunching under your feet.
While the other leaves fly.
And they dance in the sky like ballerinas.
Only to fall onto the ground.
They sway like dancers on the cold,autumn ground.
Maybe just one cold,autumn day.
You'll join them and dance the day away.
Leading to a starry night.
With no leaves left...
Leaves fall and dance the day away.
Like ballerinas up in the sky.
They fly and crunch under your feet.
And their grace is what you meet.
You go onto the bench,on your seat.
With leaves crunching under your feet.
While the other leaves fly.
And they dance in the sky like ballerinas.
Only to fall onto the ground.
They sway like dancers on the cold,autumn ground.
Maybe just one cold,autumn day.
You'll join them and dance the day away.
Leading to a starry night.
With no leaves left...
#happiness
#hope
#inspirational
#nature
#trees
124 reads
1 Comment
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
31st Mar 2024 11:40pm
31st Mar 2024 11:40pm
Be Positive In Your Universal Movements
Do you carry the interpretations of being a good influencer of the mind, or forsaken the brethren of mankind for the comforts of false riches
The power of self to sustain borrowed time in the province we call life resides in the heart, mind, and soul from past lives you may have upon evolution’s wishes
By the blood of the lamb, you have choices who you are, who will you become, and how you chose to live
Evil, wickedness, to appease the masses ...
The power of self to sustain borrowed time in the province we call life resides in the heart, mind, and soul from past lives you may have upon evolution’s wishes
By the blood of the lamb, you have choices who you are, who will you become, and how you chose to live
Evil, wickedness, to appease the masses ...
#trees
#sun
#moon
#sky
#water
324 reads
2 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2023 00:19am
22nd Apr 2023 00:19am
Mel and Boyo
Chapter 1
Bird Bush
Mel was a ten-year-old boy, and Boyo was eleven years old. They were schoolmates who attended a primary school in the country. Boyo used to wear a straw hat with wide brim when he was not in school. They were mischievous boys, and they were rude to adults and children. Moreover, they often played tricks on each other, and they did the same to other people.
Both boys enjoyed catching birds, and they made traps called callaban from narrow sticks and strong vines. In the mornings, they would go to bird bush and set the traps, and in the...
Bird Bush
Mel was a ten-year-old boy, and Boyo was eleven years old. They were schoolmates who attended a primary school in the country. Boyo used to wear a straw hat with wide brim when he was not in school. They were mischievous boys, and they were rude to adults and children. Moreover, they often played tricks on each other, and they did the same to other people.
Both boys enjoyed catching birds, and they made traps called callaban from narrow sticks and strong vines. In the mornings, they would go to bird bush and set the traps, and in the...
#children
#school
#countryside
#trees
#birds
249 reads
0 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2022 00:20am
22nd Dec 2022 00:20am
After the skyfall
After the skyfall
There, in the chasm that grief left,
is a minute, barely glimmering,
version of a man
curled into the basin,
crushed on either side from a meteor
and all of the shrapnel that came with it.
He pull rocks out on his own,
from his chest and stomach,
his shins and his ears,
eyelids and wrist-breaks,
some are lodged inside the mouth,
some he takes to the village.
The shop owner allows them to buy
some bread when he's hungry,
or oat milk, or tinned peaches,
or a...
There, in the chasm that grief left,
is a minute, barely glimmering,
version of a man
curled into the basin,
crushed on either side from a meteor
and all of the shrapnel that came with it.
He pull rocks out on his own,
from his chest and stomach,
his shins and his ears,
eyelids and wrist-breaks,
some are lodged inside the mouth,
some he takes to the village.
The shop owner allows them to buy
some bread when he's hungry,
or oat milk, or tinned peaches,
or a...
#trees
#narrative
271 reads
0 Comments
crucibelle
Amelie Flora
Amelie Flora
Poem Published
25th Jul 2022 3:34pm
25th Jul 2022 3:34pm
writing about nature to wake myself from a daze of electricity
The sun hot, the moon cool as it sets the surface, to remould the next rising of the gold
And the sky ginormous, endless as the shapes of the sea in its ever-changing face of being.
I let the stars pierce me and wring out my eyes so that I can see all of these pieces of life.
Life in its ever moving purity, life stuck by its loving enemy, stagnated waiting for the touch of humanity.
Rocks weave those forms that are free with their unmoving presence, in to motion, all that is around them, fast and slow mark the paces of those tides above and below us, the movement of...
And the sky ginormous, endless as the shapes of the sea in its ever-changing face of being.
I let the stars pierce me and wring out my eyes so that I can see all of these pieces of life.
Life in its ever moving purity, life stuck by its loving enemy, stagnated waiting for the touch of humanity.
Rocks weave those forms that are free with their unmoving presence, in to motion, all that is around them, fast and slow mark the paces of those tides above and below us, the movement of...
#inspirational
#trees
#nature
#TruthOfLife
#LifeChangingMoment
337 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
19th Jul 2022 6:40am
19th Jul 2022 6:40am
cherry-ripe
the inescapable charm of the mango season
full her lips
secret hips
to the eye conceal their pride
timid feet
ever fleet
host no self-indulgent ride
smiles that tease
not to please
hungry men in disarray
...
full her lips
secret hips
to the eye conceal their pride
timid feet
ever fleet
host no self-indulgent ride
smiles that tease
not to please
hungry men in disarray
...
#trees
#nature
396 reads
3 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
31st Oct 2021 8:38pm
31st Oct 2021 8:38pm
I stole his crispy white shirt, and left him my little black dress to wear…
#love
#trees
#nature #memories
#nature #memories
444 reads
3 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
8th Aug 2021 5:31pm
8th Aug 2021 5:31pm
The oak (chopped into thirteen parts)
one
In it's conception the brown egg sits fast, within the cup
two
Nature spring the acorn, to germinate each seed
the golden yoke of verdancy released
three
Innocuous, with its tender bud,
but hardy, no season can disrupt
four
Sinew's bent in wind and storm
wide roots, protecting it from harm
five
Harbour just how many friend's? insects buzz, birds that sing
surviving, in their own biome
six
A squirrel scampers. startled by a snapping twig
and comes to...
In it's conception the brown egg sits fast, within the cup
two
Nature spring the acorn, to germinate each seed
the golden yoke of verdancy released
three
Innocuous, with its tender bud,
but hardy, no season can disrupt
four
Sinew's bent in wind and storm
wide roots, protecting it from harm
five
Harbour just how many friend's? insects buzz, birds that sing
surviving, in their own biome
six
A squirrel scampers. startled by a snapping twig
and comes to...
#trees
#environment
#nature
440 reads
2 Comments
JohnWilksLincoln
Poem Published
1st Aug 2021 5:21am
1st Aug 2021 5:21am
Assail at Camp Hale
#love
#men
#MeToo
#trees
#nature
203 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Trees
