Skipping StarsMother MoonSkipping Stars17 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
skips her questions--pebbles
leaving ripples--across the sky.
*Magnolia*Magnolia bloom*Magnolia*10 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Floral beauty queen.
Third DestinationThe sky was greyThird Destination9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was raining
the whole day
No houses, no trees
There was a scent
of salty, bitter tears
Then wind was blowing
Away the broken
pieces of paper
My soul, my home
That was the memory of my
Theme Prompt - IceCold forgotten pathsTheme Prompt - Ice1 hour ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Buried in ice and terrors
have you evertried to catch ahave you ever14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
seen its brilliant orange splashes and
powerful black swirls
brush your tulip?
reached out slowly
until your hand was mere inches from its
glorious wings and seen it rise, and
flit away into eternal unknowns of
withdrawn, frustrated, and
became a mirror of its own fragility?
and realized that
your fingertips were merely half the distance
the butterfly had nothing to offer an
Blood MoonThe blood moon rises on this nightBlood Moon5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Burning crimson through the sky
Oh what a wondrous, enchanting sight
Such terrible beauty it makes me cry
I stand transfixed in its burning gaze
And I kneel before its might
My senses are ablaze
And the world seems to ignite
That bloody light awakens
The beast from deep within my soul
My humanity is forsaken
And I have lost all my control
The hunters of the night are howling
They are raging to the moon
My instincts they are screaming
I will be joining the hunters tune
The blood moon shines down in the night
As the hunger claims my soul
That shadowed red and horrid light
Reflects my eyes like burning coals
Suddenly all is luminescent
And so the dark is hewn
By that gleaming silver crescent
Where once gazed the bloody moon
Her silver eye brings silence
And peace returns so soon
Yet who can forget the power
Held by the blood red moon
The Spring TreesThe spring trees, not green yetThe Spring Trees19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The spring trees, still looking dead
Its not early in the spring that trees are green
Its when the trees feel its right
Spring SunriseThe sun arises,Spring Sunrise20 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Daffodils in bloom all smell,
So sweet & fragrant.
BubbleBlow a bubbleBubble39 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perfect, round, scintillating.
Take a needle
Sharp, strong, glinting.
Prick the bubble
Gone as if it never was.
Beautiful WorldBorn free here on earth:Beautiful World2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Huge herds in the world.
Wild and free - so live animals
In our unique beautiful world.
Huge forests once on earth
Until the man was born.
Nature so green. Grazing on glade
Is a deer quite shy but close.
Rain over dry countries.
I see the awakening of nature.
Rainbow makes me dream
Peacefully after a hot dry night.
Fog over high mountains,
Waterfall – force of nature,
Silence … just a bird chirping
When the morning is awake.
Sun standing high in the sky
But when the night will soon be dark:
Dark blue is the sky then -
I see the world with different eyes
As long as it still exists.
Because I am just a part of life
In a dying world untouched.
SpringSun shining a glowSpring2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Grass a bright green
The sky a deep blue
Water like a window
Spring is here
I hope it'll stay
No more cold
No more shivers
Walking with no shoes
Running freely without weight
I'm happier then ever
Winter can wait
on the sights of todaythe tulip is aon the sights of today2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
wine glass holding nectar.
the daffodil is a
scrunchy for Death's golden hair.
the blue tit is a
yellow pebble with tailcoats,
small sweet of the sky unwrapped.
the sky is a
Sun StitchesThe sunlight threads its needleSun Stitches14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
through every crack and crevice,
leaving behind strands of light
cross-stitched into the air,
a patchwork of warmth
on the fabric of our lives.
The Stars are My GodsThe Stars are my GodsThe Stars are My Gods15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
There may be a storm, a maelstrom of dark clouds obstructing the light from our vision,
or perhaps the damning pollution that ravages our lungs creates a muddy haze over the sky
But they’re there
They’re always there
No matter how dark the sky,
How chaotic our lives have become,
Even when we inevitably destroy ourselves,
And the Earth, Sun, everything we had ever known is gone,
There will always be that enigmatic fire embedding the ripe field of the universe
What do they mean to you?
What do you see when you look up?
More importantly, how often do you look up?
As children, we look not only at the beauty of nature,
But also at the celestial realm that hangs above us like a mural
And we wonder wonder wonder
However, too soon that is beaten into the ground.
They take the rod and pour the curiosity out,
“There is no sense in that, child!”
They arouse the beast of their own creation,
Work, family, society, morals,
Water, GraceShe walks along the once dry earth,Water, Grace15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leaving soaked patches at every step,
Her presence holds a peace to some,
To others, a fear of destruction,
Swirls of blue and green make up her dress,
Trimmed with bright white foam,
Her eyes holding sunsets,
She waves of hair fall with liquid grace,
A grace only she could hold,
She is deadly as she is beautiful,
Her anger is a lethal strength,
Eyes of grey, glares of electricity,
She’ll shoot you down with a flick of her hand,
Drowning you in her long skirts,
Lethal and beautiful, that is what she is,
Holding both a sense of peace and danger,
She protects her family under her power,
Giving them life, letting them breathe,
This is her power,
This is her grace.
Fire and Smite Of once was fire, glory and might, but one held a fistful of delightful smite.Fire and Smite16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
This story begins in a land far away, hopefully you know, as the time is today.
The power to hold, and the power to ignite, are filled with the wonders of beauty and sight.
Yet once was mine,this secret to hold, now it is yours, glitter and gold.
Into the fire, the warm hearth fire, the entities were thrown.
But hopefully, I sought for thee, that I would end up home.
Bright MeadowI lay in the meadow,Bright Meadow18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's leaves all around me.
The soft sun,
warm upon my face.
The ground gentle,
with a coat of leaves and moss.
A lonely breeze,
pays me a visit.
My eyes open,
to the wonders.
A blink appears,
a fear arrives.
That the city,
so smog and dead.
Might call me back,
to rot me once again.
FlowersEvery year flowers growFlowers2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
They get stomped on
They get picked
Some are mistaken for weeds
They have nice smells
and of course bad ones
They stand for all to look at
No matter which way you set it
They'll always reach for the sun
Flowers don't care what others think
Why should you?
autumn-rainHerbstregenautumn-rain6 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Die Schönheit eines Regentages
An dem sich Lebensgeister regend, wagen
Uns kühn mit hinfort zu nehmen
Von den traur’gen alten Stegen,
Wolken die dicht über uns gären
Und kaum ein Wort, ein Seufzen lassen
Ob all den bitter übrigen Tränen
Auch sie wohl heute weggewaschen
Verstehe ich, im Nebel klar
Wie Schmerz sich einst den Weg gebahnt
Dessen Wunden nun verheilt
Da wundersames Du hier weilst
Yellow Moon HaloPale yellow haloYellow Moon Halo3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'round the moon
gibbous but waning,
a secondary veiling.
In the aching, morning cold
of a winter that refuses to leave,
the backlit, grasping skeletons
of the still-bare trees.
the flowers of May...
The dirty snowbanks
in slow, grudging retreat
reveal pitiful, frozen squirrels
along every street.
We've been given an object lesson,
though we're guaranteed not to heed it;
just like we don't bother ourselves with wisdom,
in this age when none of us feel we need it.
Indeed, the lesson we forget the quickest,
is the one we're forced to re-learn
dearest and surest;
is that Nature shows no favour,
and Her Judgement is
always the purest.
Nature is for Smart HippiesI see the sky,Nature is for Smart Hippies21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So blue and fair,
The birds ever soaring,
But not quite so,
For space is too far,
Housing only biological mysteries,
Even possibly a cold star.
The wind so smooth,
Carrying leaves and hope,
Helping spread the little baby seeds,
Of both buds and dope.
For every drop of water,
That comes from the skies,
A surge of magma erupts from the Earth,
Right before my very eyes.
As people grow old,
And become rigid and cross,
Mother Nature instead becomes soft,
A literal monstrous loss.
For instead of lions and hounds,
And gilas and snakes,
Creatures of fear and dominion ruled the land,
The air, caverns, and lakes.
Landscapes so vast,
Teeming with both life and death,
Encompassing deserts to valleys,
To everything’s last breath.
The beautiful curves,
And arching peaks,
Rival any and all women’s
The critters of the world,
Running freely and gay,
Sharing comfort together,
Rolling in small beds of hay.
Nature grants all necessities,
Summer MiddaySwifts dancing in pairs,Summer Midday20 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
And dragonfiles hovering,
Around lilly pads.
To Autumn Season of mists and mellows fruitfulness,To Autumn1 hour ago in Free Verse More Like This
CLose bosom- friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch- eaves run’
To bend with apples the mossed cottage- trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core,
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er brimmed their clammy shells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad my find
These sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft- lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half- reaped furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook