-The sun is a child-1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
playing with a magnifying glass
and we have the luck
to be its amusement.
StormThe calm, cool windStorm2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
A storm rising
Threatens to take a life
Raindrops tease the ground
Toying with the air
A blanket covers the sky
Taking away light
Thunder rumbles and
Lightning cracks the air
Rain falls harder
With more purpose,
Purpose to crush anything
Sky goes dark
Life is/was/will beThe universe doesn’t care.Life is/was/will be2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
We are gases, stardust.
Muscle, sinew, tendon, synapses.
When we look up at the sky,
we are looking at history,
brethren so much wiser than us,
by billions and trillions of years.
The universe is lawful neutral,
abiding by laws that we have given a name to,
But it was always following its own,
Rebellious and strange, unknown as ever.
Life is/was/will be a temporal line,
with undulating straight-as-an-arrow waves that never begin and
never end. (But they do.)
An ouroboros of seconds, minutes, years, breaths.
Every moment exists at once; (past, present, future, now, later)
We just perceive them as
We are small and unaware and beautiful
and we aren’t aware how beautiful we are
We look at the horizon, at the pink-orange
cotton candy clouds
and we are in the dew grass,
sighing and wishing for the land of tomorrow and fairies
In FlightWildfire orange atopIn Flight2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
a silhouette of mountains,
still cloaked in the night's pitch.
Transforming to tangerine hue;
above a tepid blue settles silently.
Day blends instead of breaking,
casting cantaloupe color across the sky.
Coasting with a crystal clear view,
waves of silken clouds creating a
white ocean below.
Fading fast as a golden sun rises,
I long like Icarus to fly closer,
and melt in it's morning glory.
Copyright © 2014 LYNETTE EMERY. All rights reserved.
RebornI envy the treesReborn2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
in winter -
they are barren,
shed of their burdens
for a season
to be refreshed,
shadows and wallsshadows and wallsshadows and walls3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Golden morning sunshine
filling spaces bordered
by angular shadows.
Dark tree shapes stretching
horizontal across parking lots.
Branches bending at vertical walls.
How To be RebornIf I was to be reborn as anythingHow To be Reborn3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perhaps I would like to be an oak tree
That grew old over many human lifespans
Watching their bumbling shortsightedness
The cyclical traps they always fell into
Or perhaps I would be a rat
Deviously dodging their attempts to kill me
Spying on the daily dramas of a modern household
Content with this as a soap opera in itself
Or maybe a shorter span
A caterpillar gorging itself on food
Only to enter a period of miraculous and short lived transformation
Emerging as a butterfly to simply mate and die
No endless years of loneliness to fill with pointless preoccupations
But all in all, this is what I say
Plant a tree upon my remains
Do not fill me with poisoning chemicals
But let me fertilize the earth that I took form from
I am grateful for the time she allotted
The sustenance she gave me
As a creature not separate but part of her
I do not fear being the clay of her remaking
My matter may be cast into different and myriad forms
My consciousness, who knows,
Oh the Snow.What is that I see in the distance?Oh the Snow.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
A white barren plain of glistening snow.
The flakes flutter to the ground outside
then they blow past in a gust of wind
Now I wonder, why is there snow there,
but not here?
The plain is a gradient
starting pure white over there,
but at my feet it is lush green.
What does that mean?
Does it mean anything at all?
Maybe its just me, noticing the little things
Is the snow just heavier over there?
Oh how will I know.
I'm stuck inside to witness the spectacle
that is white, fluffy, crystals of snow.
I wish I were outside to feel it.
LadybirdsThese sweet red bugsLadybirds1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
with rounded bellies
in spotted red coats
scurrying over leaves
on warm sunny days
so it must be summer
© Lissie Bull 2014
Ode to the Seasonsspringtide warmth is tickling toesOde to the Seasons1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
as fawns nuzzle my heels,
urging me forward into
the ocean of fallen blossoms.
petals plunge against my ankles and
buds waft across the meadow
to land, swirling, ballerina-like
into my open hands.
syrupy heat saunters alongside me
and pushes me forth,
onto the expanse of a
night-sky draped, emerald summer.
crickets trill their songs while
meadowlarks nestle in their nests.
i am cocooned in humidity and peace.
leaves change colors answering
the call of time, bright oranges,
reds, yellows, slowly fade to
the same dry wrinkled brown.
the fallen leaves give way to
the great gusts of cold wind,
playing upon the breeze in a
final salute to their former glory.
cold and snow play outside
my frosted window panes,
calling to me to come out
and join them in their frolicking.
Rainbow RedRainbow Red1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's the colour while we kiss,
The one as I bite his neck,
The one monster tears are dipped,
The one both soft and rough
It's the colour rain washes from my wrists,
The one of autumn leaves,
The one I paint hell in,
The one both blood and love
AlignedMy universe is alignedAligned3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
as the birds chirp
and sun rays warm my face,
a breeze blowing
the storm clouds away.
I do not worry,
nor do I pray -
I only breathe
and enjoy the day.
Wolf TrailA pair of eyesWolf Trail16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the darkness
of the night.
He has taken
through the forest.
in the thicket
and under cover of the trees,
he sneaks up.
He persists ...
does someone catch sight
Why has he
left his pack?
Why does he sneak
through the forests?
They tell of times
He was weak -
at that time,
too weak to hunt,
too weak to protect.
The weak are
So, he was
he has been passing alone
through the forests,
has been oberserving
has been dreaming ...
he turns away,
in the darkness
of the forest.
On the ground,
remains behind ...
by the moonlight ...
The tear of the wolf.
copperfallmetalcopperfall20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The colours of WinterWhite lights drifting downThe colours of Winter2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into a world filled with blue chill
Where whitely steaming brown
And red crackling warmth
Brings pink happiness
To faces which want no more grey
WolvesWolvesWolves4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yipping and leaping
Thick fur gleaming
They stride, tall and powerful
Glowing with pride
Never to flee
Never to hide
Free and wild
To roam as they please
From pup to adult
Beautiful out, and in
Loud and clear
Voices raised high
An orchestra of emotion
From the young and old
As their voices fade out
They set forward again
Not one left behind
Not one abandoned
To follow in step
To find a new home
For the time to come.
//Most people think I'm stupid and annoying, but I love poetry and writing and drawing... I show this to my friend at school, well the one I wrote before my phone was taken and she said, "Girl! This is good!~" I honestly want to know, I this a good poem, or was she being nice?
Queen-Anne's-LaceTiny interweaving flowers, filtering sunlightQueen-Anne's-Lace4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dirty-white, a mirror image of their namesake
Resting in the summer, gracing the fields
Mice grooming their fur under the stems
Crows dipping their beaks in the flower's shade
They reach toward the sky, proud and regal
Bees buzz in the puzzles that are the petals
No livestock dare disturb its beauty
Children struggle to tear it from the earth
And bring it home as a gift for their mothers
Tilting toward the sun, soaking up the rays
Green stems stand out from the dried-up grass
Buds curl up with spikes branching out
Clusters of stiff blooms group and overlap in a graceful dance
Tough enough to withstand the drought
Tender enough for a maiden's touch
Announcing Spring's return after Winter
Seeing Summer throughout the heat, the trampling feet
Fuzz on the base tickles wandering fingers
Pressed and dried, willing to preserve the years
Year 14Butterflies raise from the dead,Year 141 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Although they'll never look the same.
'Farewell, I'll miss you.'
We are all sick of goodbyes.
The chestnut trees are growing, and they are making the forest look brighter.
The sound of the birds, the smell of their songs.
The river turns blue, the most human colour.
Now the forest looks complete
It isn't, but it looks as if it was.
And that's everything that matters.
Miss Everything evolved to Miss Butterfly.
Farewell, you'll miss me.
WinternachtSeltsam sanft fällt der Schnee,Winternacht1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
in die Stille der Nacht hinein
und Bilder malend tanzt er,
im weißen Schein.
Und die Welt so leis’ verhallt,
in kalt flüsternder Nacht,
seltsam sanft fallender Schnee,
hat endlich Frieden gebracht.
Midnight RainListen to the midnight rain,Midnight Rain1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hear the wind sing her song,
She wants to wash away your pain.
Listen to the midnight rain,
She taps against your windowpane,
She wants you to be strong.
Listen to the midnight rain
Hear the wind sing her song.
ChanceI can not guarantee you that you will liveChance1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cannot guarantee a safe passage
I can't guarantee that you will be successful or happy
I cannot guarantee that the sun will shine every day
I cannot guarantee that the world will be kind
But, I CAN promise you a chance
a chance to make it so.
Northern Lights and Sleigh RidesIt's been a long timeNorthern Lights and Sleigh Rides2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
since I went back to
what I still think of
as the home
of winter spirit,
a land of glowing snow
and glowing skies,
bright colours gleaming
in the twilight hour
across the northern sky
across the crystallised ground
like the Sun's reflection
in multicolour sparkles,
and it'll be beautiful now,
because it's December,
and there'll be snow
up to your knees,
and there'll be sleighs
led by reindeer,
and there'll be ice
on the streets –
just make sure not to slip.
There's something special
about sitting around the fire
in the early dusk
at half past two in the afternoon,
and I like to think
that if I could take you there,
it'd make you smile.
There's just something
about Sweden in winter
that makes up
for the dark evenings.
The Ruining RainThe Ruining RainThe Ruining Rain2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
It flows down my window
Racing to finish, yet no reward at the end
For once it gets there it fades, a pool of ambiance
It was a glorious day, sun shining
But now the rain has ruined so
Yet, it was more astounding
The silent drops, sang a lullaby in harmony
For my rain, it was not to disappoint
It had not ruined anything, for they played a beautiful song
A tune of jazz it was, slow yet steady
A genre, only some will understand
The past in the present
An address unknown to such people
One where it seemed to go away
Yet it lingered, filling the air, surrounded by glorious rain