ParadoxTruth that lingers in lies,Paradox1 hour ago in Free Verse More Like This
The death from poison, embedded in pies.
Dying of laughter,
Lamb to the slaughter.
Lies about lies and endless thought
Makes our minds up as our ideas fought.
Dying in fire,
In the fountain of desire.
Drowning in a sea of life
And not being stressed amoungst the strife.
Eternal, happy reign,
Over a world where nothing happens but rain.
Staying in the world of light and sweeties,
Gives you nothing but diabetes.
A world of joy, filled was sadness.
A sad world, filled with happiness.
And deafening Silence.
They all have one thing in common.
They are conjured by the demon.
Tyranny in the TropicsZebras caked in the coolness of mud...Tyranny in the Tropics8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our bodies tarnished by the heat...
Biome temperature: 86 degrees...
Victims of a cantaloupe sun...
Savanna at its peak...
A change of pace.I watch as the sun comes up.A change of pace.9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The skies are full of music and life.
The grass is awake with laughter and play.
The whole world in this moment is fresh and reborn.
Music begins to fill my mind and take over my heart!
I take in one BIG breath to smell the air in all its spring fresh glory.
An overwhelming sense of euphoria beings to fill my head and lungs!
I sneeze again.
I sneeze one more time and almost fall over.
Well that’s enough for today; I am going to gloom with my books.
~M.A. Hargrove © 2015
Dry Heaven A slow and quiet stream,Dry Heaven4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
flows like a silk ribbon in front of me.
Cool and clean
across my feet,
home to great many things.
Like silver, small fishes,
glinting in the sun,
and mothers and ducklings,
and one by one.
Flowers grow here, too,
in yellow, violet,
bright against a deeper green,
reflected in the watery blue.
I sit and watch
this wonderful place,
my own heaven,
one more time,
the sky brightens,
pouring forth it's wondrous warmth,
the silver fishes scatter,
The StreamA stream of water,The Stream3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
A stream of fire,
All flow one way.
In the end they both dry up,
But when the time comes,
They come upon us,
Same is life in such a way,
We have our moments shine,
And our moments fall,
But in the end we return,
Back into the Earth,
But cycle always starts anew.
I rescued a worm todayI rescued a worm todayI rescued a worm today12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whilst taking a short cut.
In a foot deep puddle in the park he was floating.
Vertical and still beneath the surface
A five inch half-uncoiled pink screw.
I couldn’t just leave him there.
I didn’t know if he was dead yet
But there was a chance
And I took it.
Tenderly my football pitch sized kingfisher hand
Darted in and lifted him out.
I didn’t know yet.
The moment between life and death is small.
Did I miss it?
(Synchronicity is mysterious,
but miracles can happen every day
if you only take a look
and share in the magic
that's all around.)
In thanks he tickled my hand.
I returned him gently to the earth
And went home.
Untitledat the crack in the doorUntitled13 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
little lilysI walk to my garden.....little lilys17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see my roses vileots and tulopes....
But I was look for a flower with a pretty color to it....
I look throw all my flowers and walk to a white rose....
Its pretty but not what I need....
I look tell I see a pretty lily .....
"So pretty I say" and pick it....
"All of my flowers and see my pretty little lilys".
SnowflakeIt is far from winter, yet you still feel so cold.Snowflake1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could compare you perfectly to a snowflake;
Beautiful, elegant, and ever so fragile.
You captivate me as you fall from the skies,
Looking as divine and as gorgeous as the horizon
From which you descended.
But it is the fate of snowflakes to fall gracefully
Towards the ground, elegant in defeat.
Your fragility calls out for me to save you.
Lost in your beauty, I stretch out my hand,
Catching you on my fingertip, only to witness
You melting away at the very hand that saved you.
My hand, which was warm from my feelings for you,
Has now turned cold with the despair that came
With losing you to the power of my own feelings.
If you are a snowflake, then I am the sun.
I cannot come near to you, or you will melt,
Even if I desperately wish to shine my light upon you.
Even if I only wish to illuminate your darkness,
Fate prevents me from being able to catch you
When you fall so tragically towards the ground.
But, even if my fate is to be the