wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
29th Mar 2024 6:41pm
29th Mar 2024 6:41pm
i rushed out
i rushed out
to count
each blade
of grass,
to count
each bloom,
to hear
each song
coming from
the counted
trees
in my
vicinity,
to watch
each cloud,
each sparkle
of sunshine,
not trying
to count
these
uncountable
smiles.
to count
each blade
of grass,
to count
each bloom,
to hear
each song
coming from
the counted
trees
in my
vicinity,
to watch
each cloud,
each sparkle
of sunshine,
not trying
to count
these
uncountable
smiles.
#trees
#flowers
#sky
#clouds
#nature
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10 Comments
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
28th Mar 2024 10:26pm
28th Mar 2024 10:26pm
Bloom
I breathe
softly as I can
upon
your slender neck;
You shiver
as a Springtime
cherry sapling,
loosing every
delicate blossom;
My orchard
holds
a single bloom;
My heart
is given
to you.
softly as I can
upon
your slender neck;
You shiver
as a Springtime
cherry sapling,
loosing every
delicate blossom;
My orchard
holds
a single bloom;
My heart
is given
to you.
#trees
#spring
#lover #sensual
#lover #sensual
209 reads
4 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
25th Mar 2024 4:57pm
25th Mar 2024 4:57pm
The Meek Are Ready.
She plugged her ears and moved swiftly through the trees.
She thought of the sounds that crickets make
anything to drown out the screams.
Fear began whispering inside of her head.
She wanted to go back but she knew even if
they're alive now in a few moments they'd all
be dead.
Booms, bangs, cries, and shrieks they
should've ran with her instead they called her
a Jesus freak.
She thought of the sounds that crickets make
anything to drown out the screams.
Fear began whispering inside of her head.
She wanted to go back but she knew even if
they're alive now in a few moments they'd all
be dead.
Booms, bangs, cries, and shrieks they
should've ran with her instead they called her
a Jesus freak.
#trees
#unicorns
268 reads
10 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
24th Mar 2024 9:19am
24th Mar 2024 9:19am
Telluric
Willows in the wind
bringing ancestral voices...
We learn to listen,
we teach ourselves to be silent.
Birds sing the song of the ground,
a river of flames crosses the hearts.
The juice of life sprouting
in the fruits of the air.
The body submerges in the waters
of eternal universal return.
Me inside the forest
that is the forest inside me.
bringing ancestral voices...
We learn to listen,
we teach ourselves to be silent.
Birds sing the song of the ground,
a river of flames crosses the hearts.
The juice of life sprouting
in the fruits of the air.
The body submerges in the waters
of eternal universal return.
Me inside the forest
that is the forest inside me.
#birth
#forest
#trees
#birds
#nature
200 reads
2 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2024 00:02am
23rd Mar 2024 00:02am
fruit tree
i.
each word you spit
instead of convey
sits heavy as a grave
on your shoulders
we can’t carry the whole world
in our arms, especially
across barbwire beliefs
and minefields of thought
whispering ‘enemy’
it’s time for a proper burial
if we can reach the river
and lay it all down
without giving in
and killing one another first
ii.
i once wanted to build a poem
resembling a tree house
made of light and truth
so that anytime it...
each word you spit
instead of convey
sits heavy as a grave
on your shoulders
we can’t carry the whole world
in our arms, especially
across barbwire beliefs
and minefields of thought
whispering ‘enemy’
it’s time for a proper burial
if we can reach the river
and lay it all down
without giving in
and killing one another first
ii.
i once wanted to build a poem
resembling a tree house
made of light and truth
so that anytime it...
#hope
#trees
589 reads
18 Comments
jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 9:44pm
21st Mar 2024 9:44pm
I’ve Got to Go Pee!
Peeing in the woods
while on a road trip
never used to be a problem
but now with all the cameras
around, on people’s phones
or nailed to the trees
you never know who's going to see.
My husband laughs at me.
He tells me no one is watching
but can you really be sure?
I ask him to watch for a place
to pull over. A place
that I'll be satisfied with
and that I'm sure is invisible
from the traffic passing by.
He finally sees a spot
where there are many trees
and he pulls the car over
to...
while on a road trip
never used to be a problem
but now with all the cameras
around, on people’s phones
or nailed to the trees
you never know who's going to see.
My husband laughs at me.
He tells me no one is watching
but can you really be sure?
I ask him to watch for a place
to pull over. A place
that I'll be satisfied with
and that I'm sure is invisible
from the traffic passing by.
He finally sees a spot
where there are many trees
and he pulls the car over
to...
#trees
#nature
#WritingPoetry
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
17th Mar 2024 2:47pm
17th Mar 2024 2:47pm
A sea of trees
Lost and adrift in a sea of trees,
but unlike water I tread not leaves.
So sink I do into its shade
beneath the hanging masquerade.
So much life from Fuji"s fire
yet stronger still is death's desire.
Listen to their dying pleas,
out there lost among the trees.
Strong of limb and rooted trunk
in forest thick so far I've sunk.
So easily we lose our way,
hear now what the souls will say.
Enter not if you're not strong
the sorrow here is deep and long,
The trees will hold all that you give ...
but unlike water I tread not leaves.
So sink I do into its shade
beneath the hanging masquerade.
So much life from Fuji"s fire
yet stronger still is death's desire.
Listen to their dying pleas,
out there lost among the trees.
Strong of limb and rooted trunk
in forest thick so far I've sunk.
So easily we lose our way,
hear now what the souls will say.
Enter not if you're not strong
the sorrow here is deep and long,
The trees will hold all that you give ...
#suicide
#forest
#trees
95 reads
5 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
14th Mar 2024 12:55pm
14th Mar 2024 12:55pm
The Wise Old Tree
I was walking down the lake.
Mascara dripping down my face.
And a white dress covered in lace.
The lake was my comfort place.
Where I can calm down in a comfortable pace.
Beside me,was a wise,old tree.
It looked old,but not that old to me.
It had gold leaves,branches,small and big.
And its crown was lit by the sun.
I felt a sense of comfort,and no need to run from anything.
I sat beside the tree and looked up at the sky.
I told myself I'm sad.
And the tree asked me, ""Why?"'.
I told him and...
Mascara dripping down my face.
And a white dress covered in lace.
The lake was my comfort place.
Where I can calm down in a comfortable pace.
Beside me,was a wise,old tree.
It looked old,but not that old to me.
It had gold leaves,branches,small and big.
And its crown was lit by the sun.
I felt a sense of comfort,and no need to run from anything.
I sat beside the tree and looked up at the sky.
I told myself I'm sad.
And the tree asked me, ""Why?"'.
I told him and...
#trees
#nature
#uplifting
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1 Comment
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
7th Mar 2024 8:14am
7th Mar 2024 8:14am
ghost buds
the little
ghost buds
were expected
on
the trees,
its show piece
among
the uncountable
leaves,
rambling green,
do not
hesitate
to show
yourself,
your beauty
is self-evident,
but one
may disappear
without notice,
and in
the column
of blue-gray,
you
will not
lose
your identity.
ghost buds
were expected
on
the trees,
its show piece
among
the uncountable
leaves,
rambling green,
do not
hesitate
to show
yourself,
your beauty
is self-evident,
but one
may disappear
without notice,
and in
the column
of blue-gray,
you
will not
lose
your identity.
#identity
#trees
#nature #LifeCycle
#nature #LifeCycle
175 reads
6 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
21st Feb 2024 9:41pm
21st Feb 2024 9:41pm
Sunshiny Day
easy sorrow, today is a beautiful day
I understand your desire to paint things melancholy
but today I'm going to kiss the sky
and give reverence to the beauty I see
the garden flowers worship the sun
and the weeds too
the moist earth giving birth to seedlings
the trees so solemn
history is contained in their branches
they whisper quietly among themselves
hush now they may be telling you a secret
the dandelions a delight decorating the grass
everything in a symbiotic relationship with one another
the birds and...
I understand your desire to paint things melancholy
but today I'm going to kiss the sky
and give reverence to the beauty I see
the garden flowers worship the sun
and the weeds too
the moist earth giving birth to seedlings
the trees so solemn
history is contained in their branches
they whisper quietly among themselves
hush now they may be telling you a secret
the dandelions a delight decorating the grass
everything in a symbiotic relationship with one another
the birds and...
#trees
#flowers
#nature
215 reads
17 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
31st Jan 2024 7:22pm
31st Jan 2024 7:22pm
Crater Lake
Meet me at
the sun polished Crater Lake.
In such lavish light,
the fir, pine and hemlock,
are warmly baked.
Woozy trees, drunk on the beauty.
Inebriated with a
moment of the stolen still.
These stoic bark creatures flaunt
pristine emerald and jade frill.
The long desired water
possess's the purest hue.
The deep cobalt blue,
lazily yet hypnotically,
extends an invitation to you.
The lake's shimmered secrets
hold the most ancient truths.
The charcoal mountainous flank
boast's of thousands of years old....
the sun polished Crater Lake.
In such lavish light,
the fir, pine and hemlock,
are warmly baked.
Woozy trees, drunk on the beauty.
Inebriated with a
moment of the stolen still.
These stoic bark creatures flaunt
pristine emerald and jade frill.
The long desired water
possess's the purest hue.
The deep cobalt blue,
lazily yet hypnotically,
extends an invitation to you.
The lake's shimmered secrets
hold the most ancient truths.
The charcoal mountainous flank
boast's of thousands of years old....
#trees
#water
#nature #peace
#nature #peace
230 reads
16 Comments
joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
31st Jan 2024 2:02pm
31st Jan 2024 2:02pm
A KIND OF INTERCOURSE IN NATURE
The gentle flowers of the meadow are all femininity.
The erect trunks of the trees of the forest all masculinity.
So the place where forest and meadow meet = a heterosexual union.
A realm of romance.
A sort of intercourse between two opposites in Nature.
The erect trunks of the trees of the forest all masculinity.
So the place where forest and meadow meet = a heterosexual union.
A realm of romance.
A sort of intercourse between two opposites in Nature.
#forest
#trees
#flowers #nature
#flowers #nature
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