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 Nature1 year 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
A Magic Night of Sorrow and HopeA Magic Night of Sorrow and Hope1 year 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.
The Story of the Little TreeThe tiny little tree in the wood was very cheerful for it was a beautiful little tree. A lot of animals lived in its branches and a wide stream was flowing along it. It was glad that it stood at the border of a large woodland. In autumn its little leaves were out of pure gold and did not fall off. Its little trunk was shimmering silvery. In spring great yellow blossoms unfolded which were shining far off.The Story of the Little Tree1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
But one shadow dimmed the happiness of the little tree. Bad people came and were clearing the beautiful large woodland. When the men saw the little tree they wanted to cut it by all means, for its golden little leaves could be easily turned into cash and the silvery little trunk would deliver the best timber. But the animals wanted to prevent the little tree from being cut down. They all felt well and homy in its branches. All of them wanted to throng together and fight against the men. Not only the animals, but also the elves living in its crown, did not want to lose their ancestral
Dream of an ElfDream of an Elf1 year 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.
Enchanted PathsEnchanted Paths1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fundamentally, the world dreams of a magic subtle and bright.
Here, the nature lies wet with dew no human hand has ever hurt it.
The scent of flowers floats through the air and the herbs wave gently in the wind.
Only a soft melody of elfish nature carried by silence enormously delicate.
Here lie the dreams that will become truth,
Here lies the real power of Earth.
On enchanted paths, born by elven magic
Everything shall be possible and the way is full of wonders.
Black Bird of Winter NightSnow-covered are the fir-trees,Black Bird of Winter Night1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Breaking under the weight.
Fogs are spinning and spreading
Along paths and ravines.
Snowflakes fall softly like in a dream -
I wander silent through the limitless space.
And far away, world and time sink with me
Into the great white solitude.
In the evening, smooth dark wings
Spread gently blessing
Over all hills and forests
The comforting night.
Black bird of night,
My glance strikes you.
Far, immense far,
You are flying and you never come back.
Time stands still when I see you.
Gently the clouds pass by.
When day goes to rest
Then I want to flee with you.
Away, lost in the night,
Accompanied with your melody.
When day awakes,
Your symphony stays strictly hidden.
Black bird, please have mercy.
You are the fire, the flame, the glow.
Tears, doubts fall in the hope.
Foaming sea in eternal flood.
Deeply rooted in Mother EarthDeeply rooted in Mother Earth1 year 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!
don't carve love in a tree possessed by ivyyou are a treedon't carve love in a tree possessed by ivy7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
not the tallest or the straightest
in the wood, but proud and beautiful
when someone takes the time to look
and I am ivy
hugging your gnarled bark
in all the right places, spreading out
and over you like a beautiful disease
my well-tempered tree
you might not be the tallest,
the straightest or the richest in blossoms
but you are my favourite to hold
and I will continue to kiss your crown
for as long as you will allow me to belong
and whisper softly to my leaves when the wind
pulls and pushes at your branches hard enough
to make me shiver along with you
Eternal WoodEternal Wood1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eternal wood with thousands of tree-tops,
In your halls dwells peace.
With your incessant rustle
You still the longing of my heart.
In silent devotion, the mouth must
Fail there miserably.
Only bird-singing has here the right
To beat the time.
Each tree loves its neighbour,
Together they carry the weight.
Caress each other tenderly with the branches,
Hugs themselves when they like.
For how many animals do you offer
A safe habitat?
For how many flowers do you care
Which trust blindly your protection?
Eternal wood with thousands of tree-tops,
Mother Earth may preserve you.
At all times and forever
You should develop yourself freely.
Life under the Olive TreeLong time ago there happened something fabulous.Life under the Olive Tree10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It took place in a country in which the sun meant it nearly too well with the animals. The soil could keep the sparse water only with great difficulties, if at all. It parched, got chaps and on its glittering surface it formed a crust as hard as stone.
The animals who lived there were true survivors. During the greatest heat they slept in the cool shade of a crippled tree. And in the late afternoon when the glowing fireball slowly sank at the horizon, the inhabitants of this world awoke.
Also Laila and her family belonged to them.
It was still silent under the big olive tree, the habitual place of the lions. A snake twisted soundless through the sugared sand. As a precaution she gave the olive tree a wide berth. [You really do not know when these big cats wake up] thought Susan.
The snake, lovingly called Susi by Laila, was already very old. And concerning her reflexes she was not the fastest any longer. In former times she was called
Tale of a treeDark.Tale of a tree6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The world is dark.
And... wet. Water like the smoothest caress.
But it is not enough.
And... it's strangely warm. Like... like in a warm embrace of a living being. Covering you whole.
Thirsty and suffocating.
Drink water, but not enough.
Air not enough.
Warmth not enough.
Need to stretch.
Stretch towards the weight. Weight is calling. Weight promises more water.
Stretch away from the weight. Away from the weight, away from the warm embrace. Break free.
Following the weight, going deep. Cooler here. Dark, in here. But there is water. Deep is a refuge. Deep is safe. Deep is water.
Deep is life.
Going away from the weight. Escaping the weight. Break free. It's hard to break free.
But then -
Air, and the world is suddenly open, awaiting you.
Away from the weight, there is air. It shakes you. It caresses you. It embraces you. Dancing around you, kissing you. Sweet, beautiful air.
Take more breaths. Fill yourself with
SpringSummerEach night, an autumn-SpringSummer1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Blossoms skydive suicide,
leaving branches bare.
Willow WeepThe trees on your backWillow Weep1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
will never burst forth into wings,
no matter how filled with birds.
They shade you from a lack-luster sun,
while you allow their roots to curve along your spine;
you never had tree trunk skin.
Gather rain water in your cupped leaves;
pretend you are fulfilled.
Nature's Night SongNature's Night Song1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everywhere cool and silent
The trees spread their shadows.
And I feel, speechless bowing,
That I am deeply sheltered.
It is as if the sky
Has silently kissed the earth
That she in nature's glory
Now has to dream of him.
In the forest, there is a green spot.
It is shady and is clear,
Has still seen anybody
Except the stars and me.
The wind blows through the fields,
The gras waves gently.
The woods rustle silently
So starlit is the night.
Bright, in a solemn bow,
Star for star rises from the wood
And in the hills around nestles
The land and keeps silence.
And my soul spreads
Widely its wings,
Flies through the silent lands,
As if it flies home.
My Old FriendMy Old Friend1 year 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
Star Child in WinterCarefully, I step on the white dusted grass.Star Child in Winter1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The frozen evening dew moistens me.
It is cold – I do not feel it.
Only the silence of the night is all around me.
My hair becomes entangled in an icy wind.
So that I fear to be blown away.
I reach out for the branch of a tree
To seek help and protection.
In front of me I can see the forest in awesome loftiness.
The trees welcome me.
Finally I arrive at the spot I am heading to –
The clearing – a spiritual place.
I stop in the middle of this circle –
Symbol of eternity, image of perfection.
I wait and only my breath can be heard.
Time seems to stand still.
Then, at last – the clouds flee
And unveil the radiating face of the moon.
Its illumination seems to cover everything
With liquid silver.
Shimmering gold is mingling among the
Silvery glittering night-blue sky.
Unnumbered stars are strewn into the night.
High up I lift my face.
My eyes catch the light of the moon and the stars.
I know that the time has come.
Determined I lower my head,
Just Another Tree In The ForestWhen all the wordsJust Another Tree In The Forest1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've gathered in my pupils
color my irises grey,
you can find me scribbling
in between my eyelashes.
Brainwaves like lines and lines
and lines and lines
of novels and history books.
My memior is made of torn
pages and found poetry. Brown
around the edges -
old and used.
With ashen fingertips, and
fingers like twigs snapping
underfoot, I will carve out
my trunk and count my rings -
always far enough from death and yet
there is no green left in my branches.
I haven't taken root enough
to feel at home
since I was a sapling, but when
children sit in my hollow,
I howl stories about reaching
for the sun.
And maybe they will chop me down,
grind and press, print pages...
Maybe I will never be original,
but I could be new.
So generations could stack me
on their shelves, and
pull me down on rainy days to
shed the sunshine I have gathered
throughout the years.
Some Time in InfinityBut I know there is another worldSome Time in Infinity2 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.
Weeping WillowI feel the warmth of a summer day –Weeping Willow2 months 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 willo ... 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 as
October Full MoonYour blood-red fruit in the sky let my soul flow,October Full Moon2 months 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.
Nocturnal WoodsNocturnal Woods1 year 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.
The Soul StealerLook at me,The Soul Stealer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And tell me.
What do you see?
Do you see someone
Who will steal your
Soul, never to be
Returned back to you?
What about a man
Who follows you around,
Only to stare blankly at you
And make you go insane...?
Whatever you think...
I may seem like a monster,
But just give me a chance.
Take my hand,
And I'll show you
The time of your life
Even if you lose it.
You look at me...
And see a monster,
A slender man,
Who's nothing more...
Than a soul stealer.
The Last Poem I'll Ever WriteWhat do I want that last poemThe Last Poem I'll Ever Write1 year 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?