adagio
Poem Published
17th Jul 2024 2:31pm
17th Jul 2024 2:31pm
Guardians of Trees - with Grace
Savoring the echoes of the tongue
in hardcore silence of dark's core
trapped by dryads of ancestors
piercing Twilight's blood-red tattoo
haunting my reverie as I sleep
Sleep does not come at midnight hour
haunting ghosts under closed eyelids
memories of druids stir the ancient flow
of blood flowing through inherited veins
Guardian of trees the hamadryads
in hardcore silence of dark's core
trapped by dryads of ancestors
piercing Twilight's blood-red tattoo
haunting my reverie as I sleep
Sleep does not come at midnight hour
haunting ghosts under closed eyelids
memories of druids stir the ancient flow
of blood flowing through inherited veins
Guardian of trees the hamadryads
#collaboration
#ghosts
#trees
184 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
11th Jul 2024 5:59am
11th Jul 2024 5:59am
The Vesperings
What a marvelous thing the world seems;
such copious frondescence in the breeze
screening sunsets by cedar dangle gleams
and crescent Luna filtered though the trees
in her twilit west horizon descent...
ever brighter in each degree she drops
like a hallowed blade meant to circumvent
the gentle Zephyrs in the arbor tops
teasing the rudbeckias and borage
and wagging all the oregano stalks
in the soil of their herbal moorage
amid the foxgloves and the hollyhocks
and in and around the ripening plums
or the blueberries and love lies...
such copious frondescence in the breeze
screening sunsets by cedar dangle gleams
and crescent Luna filtered though the trees
in her twilit west horizon descent...
ever brighter in each degree she drops
like a hallowed blade meant to circumvent
the gentle Zephyrs in the arbor tops
teasing the rudbeckias and borage
and wagging all the oregano stalks
in the soil of their herbal moorage
amid the foxgloves and the hollyhocks
and in and around the ripening plums
or the blueberries and love lies...
#flowers
#LifeCycle
#moon
#nature
#trees
168 reads
6 Comments
ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 8:04am
9th Jul 2024 8:04am
The Apple
For my stumbling child who
now stacks cracked bricks of grief
till his weathered eyes can not be seen
by winds of warm relief
or sprouting seeds, I grieve
I grieve for tattered skin
and flinch at that scattered manner in which he breathes
I grieve
for battered dreams
buried before the lanterns
left to hang by me
neath natures leaves, meant to light the way
to fortune more decadent than
I was meant to ever see
I grieve
For love deceased ...
now stacks cracked bricks of grief
till his weathered eyes can not be seen
by winds of warm relief
or sprouting seeds, I grieve
I grieve for tattered skin
and flinch at that scattered manner in which he breathes
I grieve
for battered dreams
buried before the lanterns
left to hang by me
neath natures leaves, meant to light the way
to fortune more decadent than
I was meant to ever see
I grieve
For love deceased ...
#family
#son
#trees
192 reads
0 Comments
Dre_k47
AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2024 2:23pm
2nd Jul 2024 2:23pm
Jackie's Screams
In the lonely depths of the campsite, screams and moans arise,
Jackie's heart pounds in anticipation, under the moonlit skies.
Julien's fingers trace her quaking form, electric shocks ignite,
A wild inferno within her core, in the shadows of the night.
He enters slowly, her gasp echoes, raw intensity untamed,
Through the empty forest, her cries of pleasure proclaimed.
Each deliberate thrust, fuels her raging fire's desire,
Her body writhes in ecstasy, reaching higher and higher.
Soft moans escape, as he pushes her to her limits, ...
Jackie's heart pounds in anticipation, under the moonlit skies.
Julien's fingers trace her quaking form, electric shocks ignite,
A wild inferno within her core, in the shadows of the night.
He enters slowly, her gasp echoes, raw intensity untamed,
Through the empty forest, her cries of pleasure proclaimed.
Each deliberate thrust, fuels her raging fire's desire,
Her body writhes in ecstasy, reaching higher and higher.
Soft moans escape, as he pushes her to her limits, ...
#erotic
#forest
#nature
#sexy
#trees
192 reads
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
10th Jun 2024 2:38am
10th Jun 2024 2:38am
Whooshing Dance
All of the trees are doing the whooshing dance.
Their sway calls forth a primitive trance. .
Oh lovely reckless leaves.
Mysteriously rattle with voracious breeze.
Reminds us we beat with life.
Despite our mind's yearning deep dives.
Gusty voluptuous velocity.
Refreshes the stagnant heat.
While ferocious pleasure seizes.
With the whooshing dance shaking trees.
Their sway calls forth a primitive trance. .
Oh lovely reckless leaves.
Mysteriously rattle with voracious breeze.
Reminds us we beat with life.
Despite our mind's yearning deep dives.
Gusty voluptuous velocity.
Refreshes the stagnant heat.
While ferocious pleasure seizes.
With the whooshing dance shaking trees.
#summer
#trees
#wind
196 reads
21 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
22nd May 2024 00:46am
22nd May 2024 00:46am
Ghost Trees
Graveyards
Lie together
Branch to branch
Decomposing
Feeding thousands
Within it's own eco system
Bulldozers
And cutting machines
Turning the rich woodland
Into wasteland
The earth churned up
Then squashed down
So underground inhabitants
Cannot breathe
They are now suffocating
Whilst the trees
Are sliced, and diced
The monsters
With big hungry fangs
Start the trees screaming
Muted by the murderers teeth
Chainsaws
Chewing away at the flesh
Woodpulp, no fiction
Sawdust...
Lie together
Branch to branch
Decomposing
Feeding thousands
Within it's own eco system
Bulldozers
And cutting machines
Turning the rich woodland
Into wasteland
The earth churned up
Then squashed down
So underground inhabitants
Cannot breathe
They are now suffocating
Whilst the trees
Are sliced, and diced
The monsters
With big hungry fangs
Start the trees screaming
Muted by the murderers teeth
Chainsaws
Chewing away at the flesh
Woodpulp, no fiction
Sawdust...
#environment
#fate
#ghosts
#grief
#trees
128 reads
1 Comment
melethril_edhellen
Poem Published
3rd May 2024 5:21pm
3rd May 2024 5:21pm
Veiled Beauty
It's hardly seen by those who hurry past,
Oblivious to the wonders that outlast,
Beneath the layers of the forest floor,
Where secrets lie, awaiting to explore.
It’s barely held in reverence, I tell,
Except by hearts that with nature's pulse dwell,
They march with care upon the mossy ground,
Where the earth's song can be found.
I wager it could scarce maintain its form,
Against the winds that rage, against the storm,
Beneath the feet of those who pass it by,
Their gaze averted, to the earth they spy.
But...
Oblivious to the wonders that outlast,
Beneath the layers of the forest floor,
Where secrets lie, awaiting to explore.
It’s barely held in reverence, I tell,
Except by hearts that with nature's pulse dwell,
They march with care upon the mossy ground,
Where the earth's song can be found.
I wager it could scarce maintain its form,
Against the winds that rage, against the storm,
Beneath the feet of those who pass it by,
Their gaze averted, to the earth they spy.
But...
#love
#nature
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfWorth
#trees
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Northern_Soul
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2024 10:35am
23rd Apr 2024 10:35am
Hymn to Trees
Black boots leave a bus
as I watch it trundle off
into English dust
I pass through a kissing gate
walk past the orchard full
of Beltane blossom
up a dirt track towards
a meadow full of buttercups
and red clover.
There she stands
Bella, my oak tree
on her own in the midst
of a lone field
she who stands with ribbons
tied into her spindles
markers of every prayer
every thought
every wish ever uttered.
I sit here sometimes
crouching to reach a crawl-space...
as I watch it trundle off
into English dust
I pass through a kissing gate
walk past the orchard full
of Beltane blossom
up a dirt track towards
a meadow full of buttercups
and red clover.
There she stands
Bella, my oak tree
on her own in the midst
of a lone field
she who stands with ribbons
tied into her spindles
markers of every prayer
every thought
every wish ever uttered.
I sit here sometimes
crouching to reach a crawl-space...
#Britain
#forest
#pagan
#prayer
#trees
154 reads
2 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 3:24am
19th Apr 2024 3:24am
forests
each tree
proudly
as individuals,
each detailed
within
their own
manners,
each mind
firm,
the place
you remember,
but their
acceptance
to be
something
more combined
like a
community.
proudly
as individuals,
each detailed
within
their own
manners,
each mind
firm,
the place
you remember,
but their
acceptance
to be
something
more combined
like a
community.
#culture
#forest
#freedom
#identity
#trees
169 reads
8 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 11:19am
7th Apr 2024 11:19am
Desire To Blossom
Black chaotic bark.
Witness dawn's vanishing dark.
Possibility.
Witness dawn's vanishing dark.
Possibility.
#trees
#spring
#haiku
206 reads
16 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 11:25am
5th Apr 2024 11:25am
Green with Gratitude - NaPoWriMo 5
Previously,
I lambasted Japan
For it’s lack of Greenery;
sparse leafy hedges and trees
in the suburbs
With parks that feature
mostly rocks
and a flowing stream,
Far too urbanised for my tastes.
But then I went to a
Promenade beside a river
Where Cherry Blossom trees
Flanked the path,
And I understood;
Japan’s lack of verdant greenery
only goes to heighten their
Appreciation of nature,
For the few and far between places and spaces.
While England,
The Green and Pleasant land
is...
I lambasted Japan
For it’s lack of Greenery;
sparse leafy hedges and trees
in the suburbs
With parks that feature
mostly rocks
and a flowing stream,
Far too urbanised for my tastes.
But then I went to a
Promenade beside a river
Where Cherry Blossom trees
Flanked the path,
And I understood;
Japan’s lack of verdant greenery
only goes to heighten their
Appreciation of nature,
For the few and far between places and spaces.
While England,
The Green and Pleasant land
is...
#trees
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2024
131 reads
2 Comments
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
318 reads
2 Comments
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