Sleeping Naked TreesSleeping Naked TreesSleeping Naked Trees1 day ago in Free Verse
This is life unguarded
The smallest of creatures
Feeding the rest
Cold is the day
And the trees
In the frost
It is personal
To the cold
To be ignored
Should be the insult
But laughter and respect
Are prizes won
Coats are disintegrating
On the floor
Ready to feed
The rhythms change
Adjusting their clocks
To adapt to the strongest
Some things must prevail
Enduring the obstacles
Of jesting powers
“Sleeping Naked Trees” – a free verse offering made by observations of nature. Personifications of trees, in their treatment of “the shortened day” (winter also personified) are used to tell a broad story. There are consequences to the trees’ actions which is alluded to in “hiding places” and feeding (birds).
Ultimately, trees have outwitted winter’s attempts to cruelly persecute with cold. In a bold move
WinterBloodWinter23 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics
Freeze the flame
Chill the soul
and cut down fear
with a single blow.
fight or freeze
be sunk in snow
be drowned in ice.
and her scythe
strike the land
Nature WalkWind blows by, whispersNature Walk21 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern
Waltzing all around my ears
Leaves joining its dance
What is life without
Nature's special dash of spice
Splashing some beauty
The evening sky offers
A vast canvas painted with
Red, orange, pink, purple
Scents of dirt tickle
My nose responds and sniffles
Soil after rain
Extend from the fresh soil
Glowing in sunset
Dogs barking madly
Birds joining in the dog's song
The sunset choir
Sun falls through the leaves
Bidding them farewell for now
Time for night to shine
On SnowSilence falls from cloudy skiesOn Snow1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
to secure the world from when it died.
White, soft, wet, and cursed.
Absorbing the blame of crimes for worse
the candied pigment of the sky at night.
Coat each surface with sugary blight
Man shivers from the cold
and hide from winter's hold
as if they can only live by warm degrees
and blame the changing season on the laziness of trees.
But when the crystal silence falls
let yourself be wrapped into the nightly all.
The BehemothI stood before the bulging BehemothThe Behemoth22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Elevated so high above mortal life
Looming, but not judging.
This being gives and takes life
Its' cracked orphis gives
Life of all kinds, takes life of all kinds.
This thing...no not a thing
A Celestial body, to its' inhabitants
Is far from alone
There are many of his kind
And many more to come
NeverNever Shall I ForgetNever1 day ago in Haiku & Eastern
Never shall I forget the feeling of the soft breeze against my skin as I walk in silent reverence.
Never shall I forget the sweet melodies of birds singing and the leaves softly rustling through the trees as I pass.
Never shall I forget that feeling of the cool dirt on my bare feet walking through the silky grass.
Never shall I forget looking in wonder at the intricate world around me, studying all of nature’s complexities.
Never shall I forget sitting on the cool bark of a fallen tree observing the world come to life as my presence is slowly accepted by the woods inhabitants.
Never shall I forget the vibrant colors of leaves and flowers highlighted by the brilliant blue sky.
Never shall I forget that feeling of peace and tranquility.
New Lifealready, life is growingNew Life1 day ago in Haiku & Eastern
beneath our feet, pushing
heads through earth
sparrowssparrows and blackbirdssparrows1 day ago in Haiku & Eastern
scamper around the feeder
first snowfall in weeks
DeathIf death were less,Death22 hours ago in Free Verse
things would be a mess.
without death, there would be no challenge.
People would not have motivation to fulfill in
a single quest.
Why act on time that will never run out?
Flying Feathersanimal rights philosophy, what's all that about?Flying Feathers2 days ago in Free Verse
How far away FROM THEM must you get to argue their case
It's like travel agents for the homeless
The sliding scale position, it really got me foaming at the mouth.
Ode to a SwanYour majestic appearance takes my breathe awayOde to a Swan1 day ago in Free Verse
Your beauty and elegance
You show so much pride and strength
The way you slide through the water
So graciously and calm
I love to watch you and I imagine what it would be like
To be a beautiful swan
Proud and strong
Elegant and beautiful
In a way that seems supernatural and so divine.
Nature's IndependenceNature’s IndependenceNature's Independence1 day ago in Free Verse
The rains fall and splash upon the ground,
Like tears upon a pillow case.
The wind blows and the trees sway,
Like the yelling from your lips.
The snow comes down in cold white clumps,
Frozen like your touch.
All these elements simply are.
They are independent.
Seasons change bringing new emotions,
Like the change from love to hate.
Death comes to leaves and takes them away,
Like the end of time together.
Cold falls on the earth draped in a coat of white,
Like the depression that hugs you tight.
Spring is to bring gayness and new life.
Summer follows with its hot touch.
They do not wait for invitation,
They are independent.
Sun and Mood may shine bright or stay dim,
Like the happiness and sorrow of the day.
Clouds may hide or decorate the sky,
Covering our fears or embracing the unknown.
Grass may stay lush and green, or turn brown and dry.
They do not stand to ask permission.
They are independent.
All of nature marches to the beat of an Indian drummer.
Sunset Seems to FailHazy tangerine,Sunset Seems to Fail22 hours ago in Free Verse
Blinking with impunity,
Light slides over light
Sunset seems to fail some days,
By burnished ice and rosy haze
The slinking sun sinks, sneaking, by
But sparks the air with fireflies
Winter-soft spring green;
While darkness floats in firmly,
Still it blushes bright
Written 11th February 2016
(I wanted to try writing poetry that was on a more pleasant and positive note for once. The first stanza came out as a haiku completely by accident.)
Smokeyou are ether -Smoke2 days ago in Free Verse
among the dew,
near ocean tides
yours is the sound
of breaking, silent
one by one,
opening and closing
doors and ticking clocks,
of the time it takes
to caress the music
before the pain
into the fray of a solitary
circle/figure that listens
for the wild, distant
whimpering of the night,
as if they could tell him
something new, something
he had missed
as if they could make
whole again his heart
Untitledcrawling up the hillUntitled21 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern
beneath hangnail moon
big blue truck
the moon rides out bright
on dark halo
Untitledhangnail moonUntitled21 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern
through bare trees
it flickers, disappears
UntitledVisiting a friend in hospital:Untitled21 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern
my most precious possession
room 8 at the desk
there's my moon
The Burning DawnLet me wander through foreverThe Burning Dawn1 day ago in Free Verse
in the forest of the dawn
where the valley full of evening
lure you with respectful songs.
The dawn is a blaze
finally paints with charcoal black.
Evening lives in nighted soot
showered from the fire wood's crack
He cast his eyes upwards
ask and longs to see the sun
and evening's even cindered leaves
as he can't see past the burning dawn
Halflightfuses with a single tearHalflight20 hours ago in Free Verse
between me and an off-center room
warping my line of sight
into concaveness,into grotesque shapes
suspended in a thousand little
globes of blank light
i don't make a sound,
fearing it would take away
from its diamondedness,
for a moment i was
half-motioning about any movement
a transition that marries
discontent, a small plea
of awakening shifts
from foot to foot,
in a wedge of thinking space,
a pane of glass-mirror
that happens in its face
to a square-shaped vision
of rootlessness, of fragmentation
in day to day forlornness
seasoned with the grace
of salted tears