faithmairee
Poem Published
12th Aug 2022 12:16pm
12th Aug 2022 12:16pm
The First Day Of Fall
I welcome you, Fall
A much anticipated change
From color to color
Not as crisp nor
Quite as cold
As I would prefer
But greeted happily
In this little southern
Fishing town where
The river often smells putrid
And the pumpkins sprout
In time for when
The annual fall festivals begin
A much anticipated change
From color to color
Not as crisp nor
Quite as cold
As I would prefer
But greeted happily
In this little southern
Fishing town where
The river often smells putrid
And the pumpkins sprout
In time for when
The annual fall festivals begin
#trees
#river
#nature
207 reads
4 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
89 reads
16 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
112 reads
17 Comments
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
Poem Published
8th Jun 2022 1:00pm
8th Jun 2022 1:00pm
The Integrity of Cottonwood Trees
like tattered ashes
of scorched bark
you send out seeds
sacrificially
dancing on the whim
of labored wind
drifting through
my line of vision
now entranced
by your soot spirits
serendipitously
sent to guide me
i do not question
your intentions
breathing life
into broken wings
of scorched bark
you send out seeds
sacrificially
dancing on the whim
of labored wind
drifting through
my line of vision
now entranced
by your soot spirits
serendipitously
sent to guide me
i do not question
your intentions
breathing life
into broken wings
#trees
#wind
#nature
#rebirth
#MyInspiration
398 reads
8 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:24am
Yesterday 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
45 reads
8 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
11th Mar 2021 3:23pm
11th Mar 2021 3:23pm
Spring
Spring
#happiness
#trees
#flowers
#spring
#nature
4598 reads
8 Comments
Ahavati
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
259 reads
18 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
4th Aug 2023 12:59pm
4th Aug 2023 12:59pm
House of Anne
All votive in the moonlit breeze
Were Anne's Queen blooms of lace
As bright as stars above the trees
But rooted in their proper place
Where royal court was kept with mint,
And evening primrose, in the beams
That steep summer flora in the tint
Of heaven's wine and honey dreams!
Rosemary was the center piece
For hawthorn and the ancient plum,
And sage, glowing like Argonaut fleece,
Or Neptune's brand of Elysian rum!
Queen Anne would have it no other way,...
Were Anne's Queen blooms of lace
As bright as stars above the trees
But rooted in their proper place
Where royal court was kept with mint,
And evening primrose, in the beams
That steep summer flora in the tint
Of heaven's wine and honey dreams!
Rosemary was the center piece
For hawthorn and the ancient plum,
And sage, glowing like Argonaut fleece,
Or Neptune's brand of Elysian rum!
Queen Anne would have it no other way,...
#trees
#flowers
#night #nature
#night #nature
209 reads
10 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
182 reads
2 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
8th Sep 2021 12:12pm
8th Sep 2021 12:12pm
Release
drifting to and fro
surfing fluid dynamics
leaf settles to earth
surfing fluid dynamics
leaf settles to earth
#trees
#haiku
683 reads
12 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2021 9:00pm
22nd Sep 2021 9:00pm
Rustle of mists ascend ...
The whisper touches the skin, like a gentle wind,
the late evening shrinks to the point of contact,
cutting off a barely audible, restless moan from the lips,
and outside the window naked thin branches
stretch into the sky to the frosty twinkling stars -
autumn under the rustle of mists ascends to the throne ...
Still the heart melts with warmth, passion languishing,
gently shoulders glow dipped in his hands,
and no buckles restrictions, obstacles lips ...
heart breaks at the feet of the defeated bird, ...
the late evening shrinks to the point of contact,
cutting off a barely audible, restless moan from the lips,
and outside the window naked thin branches
stretch into the sky to the frosty twinkling stars -
autumn under the rustle of mists ascends to the throne ...
Still the heart melts with warmth, passion languishing,
gently shoulders glow dipped in his hands,
and no buckles restrictions, obstacles lips ...
heart breaks at the feet of the defeated bird, ...
#love
#trees
#fall #nature
#fall #nature
438 reads
28 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2023 8:57pm
2nd Oct 2023 8:57pm
Autumn's Seamstress - with deliabear
Ratcheting the ornately beautiful wickets.
Inevitable is autumn's spell.
With ornamental mascara woods
The seamstress of nature roams the forest,
Within her étui boutique sewing basket.
To mend the bark of broken dreams.
Newly quilted trees in color-scattered fields.
Adorned in scarlet gowns of autumn leaves.
Into our hearts, the season is weaved.
Inevitable is autumn's spell.
With ornamental mascara woods
The seamstress of nature roams the forest,
Within her étui boutique sewing basket.
To mend the bark of broken dreams.
Newly quilted trees in color-scattered fields.
Adorned in scarlet gowns of autumn leaves.
Into our hearts, the season is weaved.
#trees
#nature
#collaboration
96 reads
6 Comments
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