Talk in the ancient language,
Let us hear you rush,
Oh, river-music, awake!
Tell us your tidings,
The old and the new,
Oh, stormwind, let you hear!
You wise old,
Creak and groan your lament,
Oh, trees of all woods!
Hark, human, listen
To wind and sea roaring,
To the sound of the leaves
And to the song of deciduous trees!
Hark, human, listen
To Mother Nature's choirs.
Sing with them again
Entreaties to NatureEntreaties to Nature3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You gave us the sun for our time
And we know that when it will sink forever
Also each life on this planet will be extinguished.
In vain were all hopes, plans
And their fulfilments.
Let our hearts love and not hate,
Let our hands do good whenever it is needed
So that they help and do not kill.
Let our transitory and often hard lifes
Find faith and support with your powers.
With that we put up resistance to
Injuries and afflictions and do not let us
Deviate from our good intentions.
When our lips express our thoughts
Let them always form words of truth and of good will.
And that nobody is harmed in his dignity and reputation
By offence or slander.
Let us always be aware of that everything
Which has been created by humanity
Has its time and does not last forever
As it may seem.
You alone determine:
Earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions,
Age, diseases and time of death,
Which were born in your freedom
And could be shortened or lengthened
By virtue of your unexplored strength
Or with th
My Old FriendMy Old Friend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just wanted to see you again, my old friend of childhood days.
I had so many things to say to you
And knew that you would understand me.
Already as a little girl I visited you
With all my problems.
I felt safe with you
And all grief flew away.
When I was weeping in your arm,
You have caressed my hair
With your green leaves,
My old friend.
Today you fell!
I came too late.
You will never sway in the wind again.
You have to lie chopped by the wayside.
Some passers-by do not respect the rest of life
And tear at your green boughs
Which bend to the earth, dying.
Who will give me the peace now
That I found in your shade?
I have lost my best friend
Who connected me to my childhood.
Soon a house made of glas and stone will grow
Where you have been chopped.
Soon grey walls will tower, there,
Where you lie in the sunshine.
Perhaps a miracle will happen?
I will wait for it secretly.
Perhaps in front of the house will bloom a garden
And my tree will come to life again.
But then he will be weak an
Deeply rooted in Mother EarthDeeply rooted in Mother Earth3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like with thousand fine roots,
Each tree throngs to the depth
Like Mother Earth presented it
With sweet juices of life.
As it is deeply anchored in Her,
Rises to the light,
Under blossoms, under fruits,
Thankful shines and happily lives.
So you gave me power and blossoms,
Gave me fruits. So you are
My little Mother Earth,
I am deeply rooted in you!
A Magic Night of Sorrow and HopeA Magic Night of Sorrow and Hope3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel that something in the wood is other than usual.
There is a happy mood that is mysterious at the same time.
The senses are sharpened.
Like from afar I mean to hear the music of elves.
The songs they are singing are merry and joyous.
Songs that echo through the night that will not become dark.
Songs, penetrating deep into my soul.
That let me forget this world and make me dreaming.
But beyond all high mountains, under oaks and beeches dense.
There, where the moss has a sappy green and
The light breaks through the foliage,
Lies a pool deeply hidden, legendary and mythical,
Carries a whispering secret, conceals its power in the water.
Because thousands of elves were weeping, tears so enormously clear,
For the stream of life which had died tonight. For the oceans which do not breathe,
For the rivers deaf and blind, for the once so beautiful lakes which are only dried.
For the trees and the plants around lying in their agonies.
Nothing of the cheerful songs will ever dry their pain.
Thoughts of a TreeThoughts of a Tree3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever stayed?
Have you once not passed by in a hurry?
Have you ever recognized spellbound by my beauty and strength
What power runs through me,
How life talks through me
But you do not see me so often
Perceive that I was always your brother.
I feel, I aim at the light,
Deserve respect do not forget me.
I grant you protection against the rain, shade you.
Full of love for humanity I begin to bloom.
Look up to me, approach me
Sky and Earth are attached to me.
I whisper to you the secrets of the world
I can love you and can heal you
But for this you must stay at least for a short while.
Look at me, recognize me,
Because I am your brother,
Do not forget me!
Some Time in InfinityBut I know there is another worldSome Time in Infinity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some time in infinity.
Some time I will meet you again,
In the light dwelling of continuity.
I lay at the creek and think of you,
Not far from me you are standing.
The water is quiet,
Your leaves do not rustle,
Silenced in my heart as well
Every day's pain neverending.
You give me strength,
You comfort me,
Also in the greatest need.
My thanks are yours,
My good friend, my tree,
Never I would like to miss you.
You are the ashes,
Burnt in many dreams.
But from your ashes,
The diamond is forming itself.
I hold a diamond into the starlight,
Move myself to its radiance.
How the light breaks itself in that stone!
But I know there is another world
Some time in infinity.
Some time I will meet you again,
In the light dwelling of continuity.
FlickerWe follow to concur,Flicker3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
we learn from abidance,
a chain link from glory,
to abuse all our vibrance.
Ignorant to innocence,
waste away from potential,
but our actions still confirm,
that things aren't sequential.
We're a flicker to the whole,
that our schemes will unravel,
but just long enough,
to put our face to the gravel.
world of ruinsFrom dust to dust,world of ruins3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From rust to rust,
This is what happens to all of us,
When one falls,
Another shall rise,
To collect what's left,
Of the one who dies,
In life, in death,
Were all a wreck,
We fight, we fight, we will not rest,
For if we choose to close our eyes,
There is the chance we will not rise,
We grip for life,
We scrape for breath,
Even when we have nothing left,
The world continues to return to death,
The earth is in ruins, but we haven't given in yet,
We, the solders of this mess,
Should we not quit while where ahead?
Us being human, we do not here,
Us being solders, we do not fear,
This is a battle that never ends,
We will continue fighting until where dead.
Autumn LeavesAutumn Leaves3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Golden shades lie on the autumnal wood.
The wood liked to talk in the speech of beech and oak.
Wild ducks who fly on sadly
Have nothing to regret and are far from this doom.
Being sorry - for whom?
We all are wandering, roving
You come and go and leave the empty home.
It dreams of those who roam through the world
And deep in the pool the moonlight is drowning.
I am alone. Everywhere reigns silence.
The wild ducks have gone by the wind long ago.
I am yearning for the leaves' abundance
On the damp woody ground multi-coloured jewels are gathering.
Although, the flames of colours are manifold,
The yellow foliage of the ashes stays tight.
I let my words fall sorrowfully
Like the trees let fall their leaves.
And once when time in sign of new stars
Will sweep away those leaves,
It must be said that the autumnal wood liked
To talk in its speech of beech and oak to them.
Dream or Reality?The night is beautiful out there,Dream or Reality?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is clear and pure.
Twinkling stars are strewn across the firmament,
Moon is looking down on me.
He was the only one who has seen my latest tears.....
The moon and my friend...
"Listen to me, my oaken friend,
today I am not weeping out of frustration, self-doubt nor sadness,
this night I am coming to share my tears of joy with you.
I have friends,
People who do not ask,
Who do not judge me.
Have I come home at last?
No words that I need a professional, nor other words of discrimination.
No words that my kind is not welcome.
Do not shake your leaves, it is no dream.
I hope so. It is hope and joy.
And I hope there is more to come."
October Full MoonYour blood-red fruit in the sky let my soul flow,October Full Moon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You draw me slowly to yearning distances,
And while the crows’ croaks echo on foggy fields,
I travel to the stars, full of nostalgia.
The wind in the willows whistles with sorrowful flute tune,
And while I follow you to the destinations of our dreams,
I cast a glance at the scenery full of fruits.
From the depth of the earth, song and whisper raise.
Our love was already gone before it began.
I could only search but I never found you.
The sand of the hourglass vanished between our hands,
I had to get over the unavoidable farewell.
The gossamers of past dreams
Cover my thoughts like a web.
They make the brown-colored leafless trees shake
As well as my walk.
October full moon, take me with you on the journey.
Help me to fly to the other side of summer.
In a magical, eternal way
You and I will walk together under the fresh green leaves.
InsecurityI give you this...Insecurity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A white rose,
The sign of respect,
And hope it is enough.
I shall bequeath to you this...
An azure gem,
The sign of understanding,
And hope it will not be needed.
A gift to you...
A pewter mug,
The sign of companionship,
And I hope you will recognise it.
It is what I do,
Rise or fall,
Death or glory,
Light carries on.
Words may dull,
Pictures may fade,
Ideas last forever,
Within my heart and mind.
And within yours.
Holy Mother EarthHoly Mother Earth3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, holy Mother of the worlds,
I know you from my heart
You fulfil my inner self.
You grant strength to my soul.
You are with me from the beginning.
I hear your song in the whole nature.
Your heartbeat penetrates all existence.
You are the Mother and Lady of life.
Your rhythm gives power to all creatures.
Your heartbeat penetrates everything that is.
The Last Poem I'll Ever WriteWhat do I want that last poemThe Last Poem I'll Ever Write3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The very last I'll ever write
To feel like
To sound like
What do I want it to be
What messages do I really want it to hold
Will it listen
Will people listen - young and old?
Will I ever finish writing this piece
Will anybody ever see it
Will I be just venting out
All angry words
My voice RAISING
because nobody hears?
Am I gonna be too tired
To even get to the point of writing the last word
Or will I spend my shaking wrinkled minutes
Crying and wringing the tears out of my handkerchief
My life along with it?
Moscow Does Not Believe In Tearslove don'tMoscow Does Not Believe In Tears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
let me go,
a metro ticket
in my hands,
and search for
can only go
in the equivalence
of a thousand
and my burning
heart still tries
i can no
i can stand
in the square
Dream of an ElfDream of an Elf3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There, where the moon shines on the moss,
Where everything radiates in silver and gold,
Where elves and fairies walk hand in hand -
There is my home.
Where the air smells of trees
And where the greatest secret of my heart lies
Is the place I feel like home.
There, where everyone believes in the good
And where inner values still count.
Where all beings are accepted -
There is in the dark light of the night
The bright moon with magical force and soft shine.
Under the protection of the breathing power of the woods
The forest grants me tranquility and deep spiritual peace.
In the origin of my existence I experience
The connection of time -
The past and the future.
It rings a clear silver laughter
Far across rivers - mountains - lakes.
The wind catches the silent tune
That is blown away tenderly in the sky.
It remains a sparkling light
Which swings high above the trees,
Bringing quietly back the faith
To humanity here on our Earth.
Evening HazeThe last purple beam in the sky drowns itself.Evening Haze3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lavender tinged - leave-taken.
Delicate draperies of fog are waving.
A slight evening shadow sinks into them.
The moon donates its pale sickle as light.
Still standing alone in the early evening shine.
All tired leas are resting from the dance.
Until starlight breaks through the night-dress.
A wondrous silence falls like a dream.
The amazement of the coming night awakes.
A last call dies away, it is barely to hear.
And trees and bushes by the wayside
coming together tightly,
aspirating their song of praise into the night.
Weeping WillowI feel the warmth of a summer day –Weeping Willow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sky so wonderful in blue,
The grass in saturated green.
Step by step
I come to meet you.
Along the way
So many thoughts,
So many words in my head.
The stony way becomes shorter
And I see you approaching.
To my left
The blue lake in which you are reflected.
I touch your leaves.
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow ... do you feel me?
Do you feel the scars burning me?
Please remove it!
I thank you!
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow... do you see me?
Do you see my silent tears?
Please take them away!
I thank you!
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow... do you understand me?
Do you recognize my courage?
Please support me!
I thank you!
You stand at the lake,
So quiet and calm –
For me it is a place so peaceful and wise.
You seem to be full of sorrow,
But this picture is an illusion.
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow...
You are my hold.
With you it never gets cold
In this world.
Your foliage hangs down sadly,
But it serves a
The Secret of the Wood (I hear the rush of the ..)The Secret of the Wood (I hear the rush of the ..)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear the rush of the wind ....
In the crowns of the trees.
And because of the wind
There is a riddle in the trees
As if they hold hidden treasures
In their hands.
Flowers, birds and shapes
Border the earth
Like in an ancient mysterious
Time and land.
Paths and clearings
Are shone on by sun and moonlight,
Cast enchanted shadows
Into the mystical world.
Eerie at night and day
I hear the rush of the wind .
In the crowns of the trees.
The wood keeps the secret
In its branches.
JuxtaposedThis is a blank pageJuxtaposed3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And these are empty words
As this paper fades
The thoughts will blur
And all that will be left
Is carefully positioned memories
Can you feel that?
The tightening in your chest
As you look to the right
Then glance to the left
Salvation and damnation side by side
The ecstasy and bliss, that come along with
Panic and despair
You can try to run or try to hide
But remember in love and war
All is fair
Acceptance and denial
Putting the innocent on trial
The guilty got away
Now see what it portrays
Reluctant to defile
The only thing left in this world worth while
Showing humanity it's face
Laying down the final brick of disgrace
Your smoke fills the air
Floors covered in black sleet
They wander along
With blood on their feet
Systems will fail
And my mind will go
But if I scream these thoughts loud enough
Maybe good will prevail
And maybe evil will grow
But something must change
Evolution set sail
Ideas laid so perfectly, juxtaposed
Nocturnal WoodsNocturnal Woods3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see the sky, the moon and the earth -
It is the air, the fields and the woods ...
Starlit is the night.
My soul relaxes
And floats through the silence.
Second! Stand still and stay!
You are just so wonderful!
Let all the others move on,
Drops in the sea of time -
The wood does not hear the waves,
But the trees know my silent song.
Leaves are touched by the moonlight.
Stricken by the silvery wonder,
My heart sees the truth of existence.
Night in the Autumnal WoodNight in the Autumnal Wood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slowly the sun is setting in the distance,
In the sky already the first stars are twinkling.
The river is shimmering like a silver band.
Peace invades the whole land.
Full and round the moon illumines the earth,
So that it will finally become night again.
But in the middle of the wood
There is a clearing fair
An elf is sitting under the trees
Lost in musing
I was sunk in better times.
Silent, timeless -
One with nature
Moonlight in the autumnal wood.
Leaves glisten softly,
Music strikes up
Beautiful like starlight.
The whisper of the worlds,
The glances of magic,
And the eternity of elves,
In dreams of dark ages.
In the shimmering moonlit night,
When the wind sleeps in the crowns,
I rise from the ground,
Wandering among the trees.
I feel by myself that never will
A human touch penetrate these grounds!
And the wood stands listening
To its own silence soundless.
And I lift my arms,
Looking up to the stars,
Like a lovely thought
Of moonlit loneliness.
The Tree's NameThe Tree's Name3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The tree grew in the midst of the Old Forest.
A lot of people went for a walk in this forest. But mostly they did not notice the tree. It stood a little off the road. There it had its place where it had grown naturally.
The tree was still young, but already very strong. Its roots were deeply anchored in Mother Earth. It had strong branches and many twigs where birds liked to nest. The birds were its friends. They felt well there because of the tranquillity and the strength of the tree. Its leaves became dark-red in autumn and were wonderfully veined.
The tree had a dream. It wanted to know its name.
During one long dark and cold winter it dreamt of having a name and being called by it. That would produce a very special magic and it would find its destiny.
One beautiful evening the air was clear and pure. It was summer and the air was comfortable warm and starlit. Even here at the remote place in the Old Forest where the young tree grew penetrated the starlight and the war
The Old Oaken TreeI have sat in your shade and have been dreaming.The Old Oaken Tree3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Often I have forgotten the time.
Into your bark I have sobbed.
Underneath your roof of leaves I have sought shelter.
My grief, my joy I have told you.
A feeling of safety I have found here.
You are still there - changed - like me ...
After so many years.
You have stood your ground.
I have found a home, a place to strike root.
We share our life at the little creek.
Hardly I can grasp it or word my joy.
The power, peace and silence that surround you
I have already loved as a child.
And when I climbed up your branches and hurt you -
Please forgive me, the ignorant child.
That what I loved to have, you have given to me -
Power, dignity, hope - zest for life.