SnowglobeA runaway world,Snowglobe3 weeks ago in Free Verse
The herald of mystic lands,
Sheltered behind glass,
Promise Land setting,
A sole bungalow,
Coconut laden palm trees,
And fish aplenty,
Whitest of beaches,
The sun dances off the shore's,
My future escape,
For now it's temporary,
In my own snowglobe.
Final RoundFinal RoundFinal Round1 month ago in Free Verse
The last chance for the bell of the brute to ring
Weaver of understanding and truth brings the pain
As the borrowed measure and take of the part shall bring
What brilliance, pain, comfort and truth
Let it be a thing that will unlikely come, if only the chance
Shall it never be done, if only a borrowed piece of the crop
Magnificent if ever the portion of life-like is done
Gather the pieces of the World stand on the martial stance
Like a play on the borrowed of peas in a pod shall never be done
When was it then that the agony was brought on
If only the pierce of shadows could never be done
Up and down while tangling about in the mackerel run waterways
Coming with the massive of guff, let you go and your part shall be borrowed and long
Thy will be done in that travesty hum, like a hymn in a brush
Ageless BeautyHue of sapphire and diamondsAgeless Beauty1 month ago in Free Verse
Keeper of calm, bringer of storm
Beautiful mother feeds us all
Vengeful maiden, devoures her foes
In her bossom were legends born
On her surface do many mourn
Man and monster perish in her land
Valiant heroes immortalised by her hand
Enchanting waves adorn her being
Waters ageless, powerful and serene
In her depths are many secrets lost
Sands of time hoard them at no cost
T'is lost secrets' eternal duty
To enhance the maiden's timeless beauty
Golden shores of charming treasure
Ruthless tides do bring her pleasure
Beauty and Rage eternally woven
These the maiden will forever govern
Calm your tides
Unleash your wrath
Enchanting Ocean, Enigmatic Sea
Your beauty burns brighter than the sun
Immortal PterodactylsWings ravaged jungles like green days swoop.Immortal Pterodactyls1 month ago in Free Verse
Gracefully, gracefully, hastily.
Violence, blood, and ever flesh.
Cunning, balance, and ever desolation.
Talons saw the tree upon the clever blood, lightly but hastily.
Upon the blazing sun, they screech.
Desire, cunning, and ever desolation.
Where was the yellow magnitude then?
Count the screeches, waste the flesh.
Marvel the creature that soars.
Heavily, ominously, cunningly.
After the ApocalypseThe wind breaks away,After the Apocalypse3 days ago in Free Verse
And carressess the trees,
Growing from the Earth, wind, water, and fire,
The metronome resonates slow paced beats,
Rainwater patters on desolate streets,
It seems to me, that mother Earth's pride,
Is free from oppression: humanity has died...
The bald eagle soars: his skies are free,
The hummingbird humms and her song sets the pace,
For the bumble bees, waltzing jovially,
With poise, these deft wings, spring beauty and grace,
All in the absence of the human race...
Life goes on without us, no species' direction;
Can compete with the perfection of natural selection...
Anchors and the ProvinceThere are diamonds at the swollen peaksAnchors and the Province3 days ago in Free Verse
That flash and soon are gone
Disturbance on the surface seeks
The crack that brings the dawn
The metal god is calm overhead
Diverging ripples corrupt
Emanation of silence, dead
Contriving to erupt
So near is still out far, uncalm
The barren safety waits
Turning all the life from some
In the chaos it creates
The game of life does pulse below
Though arrested by discord
Those on the surface surely know
The wreckage of the lord
Green ThumbSometimes, just sometimes I'd wish you'd open up to meGreen Thumb4 days ago in Free Verse
You're like a flower, that doesn't quite trust the sun yet
I feel like I'm not welcome even though you greet me with a smile
It hurts to think that you'll never bloom for all the world to see
Your thorns point inwards, unlike all the other roses
They dig deeper and deeper but no one can tell
It builds character the more you suffer silently
I can see that you've had enough of this endless torment
All the other bees and insects were never good enough
They boasted of honey and endless pleasures
Every one of them, lying just to have their way with you
You stayed strong, waiting for the right one to come along
Don't give up, I beg of you, you're too special to let it all go
If water would help you keep going, it's all I'd ever give
Think of how far you've come, the change is immense
I want you go keep growing, at whatever the costs, I'll never let you die
The gardeners notice when their children flourish among their siblings
DewDewDew5 days ago in Free Verse
across the yard
Dark leaves shift
on the ground.
In warm pools
of yellow sunlights
in the wet grass.
Dear Element #4-NatureDear Nature,Dear Element #4-Nature1 month ago in Free Verse
If you receive this letter, I hope you read it. How should I start? First, your bright green eyes are what is interesting about you. They re like emeralds that will gleam in the sunlight. You are always very caring, loving me to pieces. You are very kind, sweet element a lucky soul can ask for. Whenever I am down, you will make me blossom. I know this isn't much, but I do not usually write such material like this. This isn't a lot, but I wish you return your feelings for me.
Sincerely, someone that needs its inner rose to blossom.
The Law of Conservation of EnergyThe last bit of flesh was taken from the deer carcass todayThe Law of Conservation of Energy1 week ago in Free Verse
A small loss, but a loss all the same
And the generations upon generations of insects and grubs that were raised in the fermenting warmth of decomposition must move on
To better, fresher lands
The memories of their old home fading fast, quick to be replaced with those created in the shadow of some half eaten possum
The mushrooms, too, will disappear
Their parting proving to be less of a divorce and more of a fading away
The stains they leave behind not at all unlike the coffee cup rings and pipe ember burns
That still accost your grandfather's writing desk so lovingly
Years after his own inkwell ran dry
And so that's that.
For the very first time since this creature's demise,
The deer is actually dead
But no matter:
Something will surely die and flourish with life
The MoonIn the dark.The Moon4 days ago in Free Verse
The stars dancing around it.
Lighting up the darkness.
The glowing orb high in the night sky.
Making everything look more majestic.
The moon is so calming.
Glowing down on mother earth.
The night owls praise it's cool light.
I TOOK A tiny RED SPIDER FOR A PET WALKUSING AN EYE VEIN FOR dog lead and collarI TOOK A tiny RED SPIDER FOR A PET WALK2 weeks ago in Free Verse
twas eithar that
by a thousand chem trails
asked the poltergeist police what officially rumbled
they felt the information of your former belonglings getting warmer
waves that bring goodbye luck
the sexy light is bi focal
the cancer leaves have built in shadows
oxygen-depleted love towards the heart shell
Softening into SiegeMonday morning wakesSoftening into Siege1 week ago in Free Verse
to summer's cicada chorus
driven back underground
of news-copter chop,
and the non-stop buzz
of Sunday's chainsaws
still cutting, clearing
in the same tired hands
its trucks still flashing
herding the bewildered
between and around
the downed dead
of coppersnake tangles,
slack and relaxed
in their newfound freedom,
only a mere switch-pull
yet, draped casually
as broken clothesline
our foot-traffic shuffles
under a blue confusion
of too much open sky,
cameras and phones
held up to faces, insert
a necessary distance
and the landscape's green
torn out, turned over, wrong side
of its leaves turned up, a dull grey
back to Sunday's judgment,
its strobe light skies
and the mad thrashing minutes
of its dark inhaling,
its windows whistling,
just a little, if not all,
then softening into siege
sirens, lights, work crews
and the closure
of all roads home
see the worldso i leave all my possessionssee the world1 week ago in Free Verse
to anyone who wants them
and with nothing
but the lint in my pockets
to see the world
for what it is
The Lone Soul Who RoamsThe path of which the lone wolf stalks,The Lone Soul Who Roams2 weeks ago in Free Verse
Crushing snow where it walks.
Leaving behind prints where no one dares to go.
For many fear the great unknown
Black pelt stands out among the white,
Like a light within the dark.
A sky dark as night,
With just the moon is in sight.
A blackened beauty,
Hidden from eyes in the great unknown
She stalks through the sleeping woods,
Like a ghost among the dead.
No one ever crosses her path,
For their life will come to an end.
She slays those who attempt to tame,
The lone soul who roams free in the great unknown.
encountershe looks him in the eyes.encounter2 weeks ago in Free Verse
hers - dark amber, or burgundy black like the cherry plum tree
that lost all its leaves too early, in my backyard
(the botanist said it was under stress)
she pleads, a clawslice crescent hangs like a hammock in each obsidian ellipse,
a flare of the sun
has trapped itself in her gaze
which now stares
straight into the barrel of his gun.
he is baffled
her soft nose breathes into his weapon,
and somehow, he can't force himself to shoot
the bullet would go
straight through her skull, but this doe
this doe is
her two-toed hoof brings her closer to the gun
and her eyes analyse,
comtemplating the alien invention
that she'd never seen.
he reaches out, cautiously, with his gloved hand
to stroke her cheekbone, but the blackberry shimmer in her eyes
turned to amber fire, and she raised the cloud of tail between her hips
and loped away.
Bottomless BlueDo you ever notice how vast the sky is?Bottomless Blue2 weeks ago in Free Verse
Do you ever imagine flying through
The bottomless blue?
Get lost in the wispy clouds
As they brush gently upon your skin
Run your hands through their delicate hair
And feel the rain that has yet to drop
Slide over your fingertips
Before slipping from your grasp
Respect NatureRespect Nature by Robert B.Respect Nature2 weeks ago in Free Verse
I allow you to live on me I allow to take what you need. All I ask it respect me and give back what you take but over the centuries you have forgotten me and all those who live on me besides you and only seen them as lesser beings even among your own I seen this and I weep for you all and for my own life. I grow fearful of you all I used to respect you as you did me. But now you lost my respect and now you'll now pay the price for I am nature and you humans will not hurt me anymore.
SunshowerA sunshower in Japanese and French folklore means a fox's wedding ceremony is being held.Sunshower2 weeks ago in Free Verse
Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Fox.
Our BeachAh! 'Tis a shame!Our Beach1 month ago in Free Verse
Our beloved goddess is covered in grime;
Such an untimely fate!
That we as her citizens do this to her.
We must protect her beauty;
Everyone must see this objectively.
The End of SummerAs the end of Summer draws so sweetly near,The End of Summer3 weeks ago in Free Verse
and makes way for the greatest time of year
the leaves will wither, shrivel, fall, and die,
in a rain of brown, yellow, and red from the sky
the sun’s tyrannical reign will draw to an end,
and it’ll soon be Autumn once again.
Beach DayFeel the sand between your toesBeach Day1 month ago in Free Verse
As the ocean tide comes in
And goes back.
into the cool, wet sand
I could be here forever
The seagulls flocking above
Cool ocean waves
So vast and beautiful
And when I have to leave
Oh, what a dread it’ll be.