Cries of a StarCries of a Star5 days ago in Free Verse
I am far away, I am cold, but I am not alone
Billions and trillions there are, so much unknown.
Vast and wonderous, numerous and bright
Do you see me looking at you every night??
I am not yellow like the "unique" ones you love
The ones that bring you warmth from above.
Nor am I the treasured ones of the night
Softly lighting the dark, massive to your eyes and bright.
I could die right now and none of you would know
But if I wanted the attention, I could burst into colors just for show.
I want to be loved, touched, I want to feel something tonight
Please do not be afraid, that I burn at 200 million ferinhiet.
Do you ever dream of being with me, reaching out and touching me??
Well, I really wouldn't mind the new company.
Floating stardust is all we are, all I will ever be
Star dust, floating side by side, rotating plainly, through our galaxies.
Symphony of ColdThe day has begun to slumberSymphony of Cold5 days ago in Free Verse
and the creatures of ice begin to play.
As the sun has already made its leave
which kept them all at bay.
The moon spreads its frost on all
as the night sky began to fall.
The pale ghosts dance in the wind
but die in an instant when felt by a hand.
The tall behemoths have already been asleep
For they all knew that winter was deep.
The foxes already have coats of white
So did others, as they run into the night.
The gales sing a song of praise.
As they were waiting to do so for so many days.
Winter wraps you in, it can much fun.
But it will eventually cry when it is done.
A Mocking Reminder..The stars twinkle again tonightA Mocking Reminder..1 week ago in Free Verse
A mocking reminder
That they are too far too reach
An Ode to the Setting SunAt the end of the dayAn Ode to the Setting Sun1 week ago in Free Verse
the sun sets.
Everyday it wears
a many splendorous coat
of the most calamitous colours.
The setting sun
is hampered in propriety
but never the same robe twice.
Oh, setting sun
in your dying moments
teach me to live.
Inside your fading whisper
you live each breath
spreading wings of fire
across the pale blue heaven.
The sky is merely your canvas
upon which you spatter
your effervescent paints
then fade into the prevailing night
Eyes of the Sea and SkyThey call me wandererEyes of the Sea and Sky1 week ago in Free Verse
For my eyes, which are trees growing off the sides of mountains
For my hands and fingers, auburn grass and heath in a hot Summer's wind
And my neck, an owl swiveling its head to gaze at a bright navy sky flecked with white
They call me wanderer
For my inattention and dreamy far off gaze
As I am battling evil and riding dragons in a land universes away
For my speech, a lilting and airy flute solo
They call me wanderer
For my sudden off-key hymns, wordless scattered inspirations
For my nonsensical and whimsical paintings, paint spattered by stardust pixies
My soft lilting debates, quiet and cool as ice
They call me wanderer
For my sadness and sulks, depressive walks in dappled moonlight
And my joyous smile, a quick flash of sun
For my loves and my passions, hot flames and volcanic explosions
They call me wanderer
Because I am a roaming nomad in a new world unbeknownst to me
A changeling who knows both light and dark
And I have wandered farther and to places of my ow
Fickle DeathDeath doesn't come to those who want it.Fickle Death1 week ago in Free Verse
It stays away from those who need it.
To everybody else, Death rockets forth.
Sleeping Naked TreesSleeping Naked TreesSleeping Naked Trees2 days 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
NocturneDarkness engulfs the weary woodsNocturne5 days ago in Free Verse
Wrapping the skies in velvety wings
Slight chill felt in the soothing air
Soft breezes whispers, rustling leaves
Clear scent of greenery mingled with cold
Stars shines bright in the depthless skies
Single moon casts down silvery glow
Humming insects, nightingales sing
Murmuring waters travels unseen
Souls of the deceased free in flight
In total rest and total peace
Veiled in secrecy with everything unknown
There are things that mankind can't see
To the ones To the ones who never look at me the same. I'm sorryTo the ones 4 days ago in Free Verse
To the ones that never had the chance to tell me how they really felt about me. I'm all ears
To the ones that I have left behind. I'm sorry I thought I was hurting you more by being with you.
To the ones that I lied to. It was only to protect you from what I thought was going to hurt you.
I'm sorry that my soul is dark, and that my heart is black.
But even though I say sorry I regret none of it. I only did that I thought was best to do.
Today I went to the OceanToday I went to the oceanToday I went to the Ocean6 days ago in Free Verse
And I know it's controversial,
but I thanked god for the life I've been given
In that moment I felt freedom
Unlike the kind I ever felt
Ungoverned, no strings attached
nothing expected, no fear attached
I was free, not distracted by what I could be
Ice cold pressed against my toes
No shame of what I didn't know
It was a cleanse, it was like striking gold
Not everyone will know how much that means to me
And sharing these things is a rare sight from me
Oh bunny of mine Little bunny of mineOh bunny of mine1 week ago in Free Verse
So small and tiny
yet so fast and friendly
you hop in my lap
begging for belly rubs
you are smaller then my giueniea pigs
but not by much
your ears so small
is your hearing as well as a bigger bunny
your certainly faster then one
the bigger one don't like you
but he and I do
the bigger one is just mean
she dosen't like new bunnys
but I have a place for you
oh bunny of mine
I will keep you safe
with your soft fur
of greys and whites
and a little blacks
all in a harmony
so shall be your name
oh bunny of mine
so tiny and small
You shall be safe here
for as long as you live
Nature CriesAs the petals weep in my gardenNature Cries1 week ago in Free Verse
Withered by the exhausting rains
That splash onto the ground
Shattering the silence that once settled under the sun
I lay there.
Surrounded by the grey skies and filthy puddles
Smeared in the wet muck I lie on
Patiently waiting for the sun to shine down
And kiss my skin, begging me to be at peace
With the little fortune that the rain has brought me.
But how can I be thankful for such loss
As it drowns everything it touches and even the unholy bugs crawl
Beneath the surface
And who knows how long it will be before I hide with them?
Buried deep from the storm
Finally numb to its cold touch
Offering all that I have left to the Earth
Giving without asking for anything in return.
Should my ungrateful spirit be cleansed
Before I surrender to my rebirth,
Held within a womb that knows no sorrow
No happiness and no love?
We should think not.
We will forever consume the remains
And plead for sunny skies and fairytales.
And I am no different.
So I will con
WindStanding at the edge of the cliff, looking down where wild waves crashWind4 days ago in Free Verse
Feeling the cold, harsh wind in my hair, feeling my muscles tense.
Burning energy fills my body, heating myself up from the inside,
Banishing the cold and replacing the emptiness with lava.
Coldness turns into Heat, weariness yields electrifying energy.
Smiling, taking a deep breath and jumping down into the abyss,
Head first, flying for one second or two before hitting water.
Floating without any brawniness needed, feeling higher than a bird.
Standing up again on the water, the wind stroking my hair.
Its whispers are lovely and I happily devote myself to it.
The wind is a better lover than anyone could ever be.
Try not to fight it, become one with it instead. It will pay off.
It cuts the landscapes with its razor blades, trying to separate my skin too.
But it's easy to catch it with a single rag, turning its blades into soft wool
And its iciness into hot, burning energy that runs through my
Blaetter im Windleise fügen sich die BlätterBlaetter im Wind1 week ago in Free Verse
ihrem kargen Schicksal nun
denn der wind trägt sie schon
so bald davon
das nur die Erinnerung
ExposureAt leisure, nature may impress tranquility.Exposure6 days ago in Free Verse
Aesthetically, nature can fuel inspiration.
In full, nature turns harsh and unbecoming.
Overtime, nature will wear and erode a person.
Cyclically, nature destroys one to create another.
SeedlingFrom midnight soil it comes.Seedling6 days ago in Free Verse
From my grandmothers' bones,
and your grandfathers' bones,
and our ancestors' bones
With the bruising intensity of life
that is struggling out of death
And raises its proud little head
spreading its leaves
to our grandchildren's sun.
Night Filled With Singing Coyotes. The coyotes sing their lonely song.Night Filled With Singing Coyotes.1 week ago in Free Verse
Up at the moon and beyond.
Dear Luna you look down,
Are you making them all frown?
Their cries echo through the chilly night,
But oh coyotes it will be all right.
Stop your screaming, stop the anguish.
Just make yourselves a simple wish.
Let your howls ring through the air
Let yourselves have a care.
The coyotes sing their lonely song.
Up at dear Luna and beyond.
Nature's CharmNature's CharmNature's Charm5 days ago in Free Verse
Clouds drift aimlessly
and birds take flight.
The Sun's brilliant rays
assault flowing water.
Leaves rustle in
the gentle Spring breeze
while grass blades
accumulate the morning dew.
Around the world
in a place more cold,
the Borealis shines
and snow gracefully drifts down.
The cold front's winds have died
Colors blur together into
like the seasons do
as years too blur together.
Minutes fall to hours,
which fall to days,
which fall to years;
so quickly life is robbed from us.
However, given all we've been given
to co-exist with,
is that really a bad thing?
What even?Maybe the wolf was in love with the moon.What even?1 week ago in Free Verse
And each month it cried because it knew it was a love that could never be.
So the moon called the wolf, once every month, to find out what was wrong with its lover.
The wolf changed dramatically for the moon.
It would shed its skin and become a ferocious beast, but the moon never judged.
Instead, it kept calling its lover in this form, loving the poor creature dearly.
The wolf soon aged, and fell dead late one night.
The moon wept for years, until another wolf howled to it to see the matter.
The moon fell in love with this wolf, for it looked exactly like its diseased lover, and called the creature once every month to keep the moon company.
And thus bringing the relationship of the moon and wolf.
The River Two Leages YonderO traveler, come and rest ye weary feetThe River Two Leages Yonder4 days ago in Free Verse
The river two leagues yonder is no man's drink
Ye great oaks have decayed down into loam
This bench remains, this bench of stone
O traveler, come and rest ye weary feet
The ravaged fields bring graveyard hymns
And the fallen's names are never known.
O traveler, come and rest ye weary soul
The man alive, the man alone.
The Silver CupThe crescent rests gentlyThe Silver Cup19 hours ago in Free Verse
The mist holds dearly
The light spills over
Down each beam
Weaving through the leaves
Sweet nectar for thine eyes
Drink deeply of the sight
For one never knows
Which drop of moonlight
Will be your last to savor
DeathIf death were less,Death1 day 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?