not dead just dormantweary child, listen to your mother’s call. hear it-not dead just dormant5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
listen to me. listen with your bare feet, to the song,
the song coming up through the cracks in the soil.
lie down, amongst my green rot. lie still, until the roots creep up,
into your lungs. let the moss amuse itself, tickling over your arms,
flowers bursting to the rhythm of the drum- inside your ribs.
allow me to weave you a grave, soft as sunlight.
isn’t it better this way?
i am old, yet my oaken arms still strong enough
to carry the sky. i have sung for a thousand years. let me sing to you.
lost child, heed my lullaby. come to me. let the madness, the fungus,
the little drops of lethargy, the dark-earth melodies-
rot you. yes, it is better this way.
you will grow for a thousand years, and dream of
splitting the blue, between your dripping fingers-
this is a promise. let me sing you to sleep.
Theme Prompt - GreenGreen has been jealousy, yes.Theme Prompt - Green3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
But green has always been
Just a little bit more to me.
Green is the scent of life,
Of things growing and thriving.
Green is alive on our planet.
Green is also riches and ease,
Comfort knowing you are safe.
Green can get you what you need.
It's never one-sided, this color,
Just like most of human experience.
Don't lock things into one concept.
LandlockedThe ocean brine, foaming about and rising to the surface, breaking and bubbling before it can do anything other than go back down.Landlocked1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Salt spray: sweet, kelp, waves. Abrasive. Sunburn, salt in a wound.
Taste of lemonade, and sand between my toes. Neverending green, blue, shades.
Kiss of salt in the air. Dry summer breeze. Reminder of lives long past.
Heavy boulder stones, sharp jagged hiding. Careful. Slip: blood under water.
Floating effortless. Art form. Painted. Rowboat. Shapes. Sun burning. Ever present candle. Flame. Sea.
Dream in the clouds. Red sun setting, red at night. Sailor's delight. Old rhymes. Remember the stories.
I have never been to the ocean.
Calling OceanGoing to the beach,Calling Ocean1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dog, water, apples, and jeans rolled up.
Walking on the beach of wide, brown sand
And no horizon.
Sand, mist, then sky. Not even sand,
Just reflection of the clouds and blue.
The ocean comes up slow,
So slow that you don’t expect it.
First your feet are dry and then
The water rushes up to your thighs.
So much for dry pants.
Shrieking, there is no running away
As the water pulls the sand from under your feet.
Walking slowly up so that the water
Just hangs around your shins.
Then the urge comes.
To lose yourself.
Lose everything, and
Splash, deeper, deeper,
Into the sea.
It calls, the rushing water,
Calls for you to
Jump to its arms where
There is nothing but
And the jeans rolled up to your knees.
But the water sucks out and
The urge is gone
Leaving a regret that
Is sucked out, too,
When you find yourself
On the sand
With freed legs
And a dog
And the ground beneath your feet,
Calling you home.
THIS TIME I'LL SEE IT, I'LL SEE IT FOR SURE!“This time I’ll see it, I’ll see it for sure”THIS TIME I'LL SEE IT, I'LL SEE IT FOR SURE!8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I announce loudly, importantly.
As my mother shakes her head in dismay
“What if you fall asleep again outside?” she says.
“I told you I’ll see it!”
There’s no stopping me.
She goes back in.
The house, swept into darkness, stands behind.
Sniff, sneeze, cough, hum, recite, revise, rewind.
Hence, I pass my time.
My eyes droop down, head slops to the right.
Vulnerable, I take flight- into the woods.
The woods, deep woods, dark woods.
The deep dark woods.
Afraid? I’m not!
Driven to my core,
I’ll see it!
There’s no stopping me now.
I flutter through the trees,
Skim their trunks, dart past the branches
Stop dead at some sound.
Scared? I’m not!
Flared, I am.
I chase my time away.
One, two, three hours have fled.
My aim is set.
Stay awake! I tell my mind.
Back in front of my house, I sigh.
Another hour to pass by.
I gaze at the sky
The sky that cradles the stars,
EvelingOh hello universe.Eveling15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Heed me no mind,
I was but basking in the glory
of the wonders you sometimes
That girl you made?
I love her. Of those
nights alone I dreamed?
This is where I wandered.
In case you hadn't seen.
I'm happy for her success,
and I love that she is happy.
She achieved exactly what she wanted.
Therefore, thank you,
for providing that scene.
But she's moving on now,
she's moving her way up.
And I'm just not on that same path.
I'm stuck here and now
seemingly reliving my past.
I wonder why sometimes-
and of your sense of humour-
for me to dream
as you deprived, and led along;
to let me feel,
like I have,
why did you have to make it that girl?
I'm only so strong..
To taste when I starved
to drink in parched state
to have something to hold you like fate
I've spent the majority of each day in a daze
thinking thoughts of this girl
as I dream up the ways
we will share our time as it strays
on a bank of a river
in a cabin of logs
as we spend our tim
Sun ShowersThe cool air contrastsSun Showers1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the bright sun
As snow near rain
there is a bluethere is sunthere is a blue4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
warmth now too
shriveled (skeletal trees
come back to l(if)e
) buds appear
there is a blue
above me and you
ParadiseMarch winds and April showersParadise15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bring swaying flowers, twirling bees,
Happy trees, and sublime hours.
The sun's ancient power
Has cured the winter freeze,
So sweet is the breeze
And the water never sour.
In warm March winds
And cool April showers,
For a slice of romantic heaven
Will soon be ours,
A blossom filled paradise for two.
Light and DropletShattered into a myriad,Light and Droplet12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the lance of light streams through a
momentary droplet, suspended in wait to see:
the destruction, deconstruction,
of a once unified canon, split into the myriad.
In every direction, and in every colour, go infinitesimal needles of light,
from the source:
Once a ray and a droplet,