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I'm standing by the willow With no love in my heart. The rain is beating down, Lightning tears the sky apart. I'm standing by the willow With no joy in my head.
There once was a river that spread across the land and grass, the mountains and hills, the prairie and plains. Though as little water it would carry, one could not cross the river.
Two twigs. Floating down a stream. A hard place below,. A rock in between. One is you and. One is me. Drifting carelessly. Towards the sea. Along comes a dog. His name is God. Jumps into the water.
The night ran. For day was coming. Its bright lights burned. And the tables were turning. It gathered its stars and fled to the shadows. For daylight couldn't reach out all of its arrows.
A long time ago I asked the sun for guidance in my life She said ask the moon instead he'll be better with your life's strife So I waited for the moon to shine upon my sky And I asked the moon to...
In a man a bird flies; A fish eagle, hunting pray, A sparrow, lost in hedgerow, A duck, lazy on a duck pond A jay, all the colours of a rainbow, An owl, big eyes in dark night, A swan, Gods grace in...
The pear tree Stands tall Silver bark, Flaking from its Gnarled branches "Pluck a pear" It whispers "And I will Heal your soul" It hushes My heart was So broken, I felt That I needed healing.
#colourchallenge #purple We're all flowers in the garden of the world. Some of us daisies, happy and bright, People can be tulips, closed up tight, Some like 9 AMers waiting for the light.
Smooth and pale, a small ROSEBUD Holds it beauty inside, is just a PROMISE. Nurture and care, it DESIRES For it's full potential to UNFURL.
#love We divided ourselves from all that was and is wrong and right Swimming through the tides of our emotions long into the night We hesitated.
Away in a meadow, Far from prying eyes, Sat one lonely daisy, Waiting to be realized. It blew softly in the wind, Saying, "That's fine," Knowing that all good things, Come in good time.
| TOXIC. ACIDS. BLACK. CYANIDE. HEMLOCK. NIGHTSHADE. BELLADONNAS. POISONED OAK. INTOXICATIONS. DEADLY VENOM. BENZOAPYRENE. CHLOROPICRINS. #shapepoetry.
While we stand over the bridge of life. A few whispered words you spoke. Telling me of the love you felt. On inner tears I now choke. The lilies on the pond smiled to me.
He put a cloud In a small glass box And gave it to me on my birthday. Sometimes the cloud is white. Other times grey. Sometimes it rumbles Sometimes it shines.
(inspired by @littlemissDHP poem Water and @sorkyporky wind poem) Fire burns, Oh so bright, Crackles, spits, In delight, See's all, Been there from the beginning, In myths the forbidden secret, Can...
I'll dig you up from your roots, Then you can sing the blues. Analyze every note So that you keep in tune. If I dig you up by the roots, There's no way you can break.
Tendrils of green lace the poetry walls. Leeching the blood of those she enthralls. Finding a crack she works her way in. To inject her poison, a glorified sin. Poisonous ivy looks coy at a glance.
"I'm leaving," I said, not bothering to listen to her distressed reply. I picked my rucksack from the floor and walked from the room.
I consist of roses and thorns, a bit of both, something beautiful some seem to scorn,.
Inside an inside outside conker shell, You like to touch and each one pains me. Silken soft, smooth at your fingertips; Protective spears turn inwards. Here I am, diamond small and without nets.
If you’re in London right now... it is raining I can see drops of rain very clearly on my window Each drop of rain is so clear...
He stood there on that sunny Autumn's day and watched the leaves drift by. There were so many. Colourful and dancing with the wind. He reached out and caught a crisp red leaf in his hand.