From the heart...

Who Listens to Flowers?​

They grow like little comets,​

blazing through the blackened soil,​

singing long-forgotten songs -​

songs of death's demise,​

of life's bright distillation​

lighting the very core of time.​

But who has ears to hear?​

Who sits among the stalks​

listening to the creak of growth,​

the crystallization of each new cell,​

enraptured,​

convinced​

that life conquers all?​

They stream into our eyes​

pouring ambrosial essence,​

lean light,​

pure and natural passion.​

They nurse the soul​

of this belaboured age,​

singing a silent song -​

once heard,​

they sweep the sky's wide towers​

heaving lakes with ease into the blue,​

filling children's eyes with stars,​

and breathing joy's pearled kiss​

into each welcoming ear.​

Who listens to flowers?​

Flowers listen to flowers,​

as do trees, laughing clouds,​

rivers, lakes, and all​

the glowing world unseen​

within poet's hearts,​

within those who simply take the time​

to listen.​

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The Wise Old Tree​

Within the forest dark and deep, rooted firmly in the clay and sand,​

lives an immense gnarled wonder, a wise old tree...​

standing steep with voluminous trunk and many bands therein​

to tell of his years; of all he has seen and heard.​

With branch-arms outstretched to the sky, "I am the voice for the rest" he cried.​

So many don't consider us really alive, ​

but we hurt and we cry just like you, inside.​

We fear the storms of nature and life; we rejoice and are reborn.​

Come listen to the forests' tales, as do the winged birds soaring overhead.​

Hear the magical wailing whistle of the wind as it tousles my headdress,​

see the dark dense storm clouds sailing past, tune into the coyote's cry.​

Come sit underneath me -- feel my rootedness.​

Draw from me ancient knowledge amidst the whispers of the earth,​

and the supreme wisdom of the skies, I will tell you no lies,​

for I am, and you are, and we are worth...​

and I am just what you see, a wise old tree.​

Take that comfort with you when you have to go.​

Carry my strength back with you to the forest of cement, ​

and lament no more!.​

Remember me adorned in tiny spring leaf buds, ​

think of me in autumn's brilliant hues,​

and picture me with snow glistening atop my arms ​

outstretched to you when feeling cold and alone.​

Envision me with face in full dress of green inside of summer's heat ​

providing shelter​

from what can be a merciless sun.​

I will be one with you, I am nature's embrace...​

I am all seasons, I am season less, I am saving grace;​

a fortress solid and strong who, like you, was indeed​

once also a sapling, before that a seed.​

Tales From a Passing Cloud​

I see you all from here!​

Tiny ants, scurrying around ​

in a chaos of your own creation.​

Each one too busy ​

for the beauty ​

in the world.​

I see great mountains, ​

wearing snow hats, ​

tipped to greet​

their friend the sky.​

Deep oceans, ​

dressed in green,​

garnished with silver ​

shoaling fish, and​

rippling waves, ​

like horses running home.​

I see Mother Earth ​

who binds us fast ​

in a whirl​

of fields and forests.​

But you, little ants, ​

tear down forests ​

and pollute seas. ​

The sky is darkened ​

and the stars dim ​

to your touch.​

While we, the clouds, ​

created to refresh the ​

world, pass by, ​

shedding our tears​

in a scalding cascade​

of bitter rain.​

Fairies​

The moon has risen the sun has gone, ​

The fairies come out one by one.​

The stars light their way through the weary night.​

They must get prepared for their untimely flight.​

The winter has come much too soon.​

They must flee this night, by the light of the moon.​

The days are cold, the nights just as bad.​

The fairies have lost what they once had.​

The warmth of the sun, the breeze of the night,​

Now they are desperate, fleeing by flight.​

Never Ending Rain​

You had to go and that is understood.​

Things just weren’t right here for you.​

The feeling you have given me​

Has left me alone, standing alone.​

I’m almost certain that you can see.​

During your absence it has given me time​

To think of ways I can escape this.​

To run away from the pain.​

Nothing ever seems to work​

It’s almost like a never ending rain.​

With you there and me here standing alone​

I worry for the day to come​

The day when we are further apart​

You won’t be there in the coming year,​

To help me through things, but you’ll be in my heart.​

There is also a fear of being detached,​

Of being separate for so long.​

We have progressed through the years.​

The times we have shared merely brightened my day​

And now all I can do is shed the tears.​

The hurt that I am feeling right now,​

I know that you can feel it inside.​

But I want you to remember that once it’s through,​

You’ll always be my mother,​

Someone whom I will forever look up to.​

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Dream With Me​

I lie on the ground in a cold empty world​

Dreaming of winter's lament​

The moonlight shines on the side of your face​

Your expression is one of content​

"Listen," you say with your eyes deep in mine​

"I hear nothing," I admit in reply​

You continue to start with nothing to say​

Then you turn and look at the sky​

"Wait," I gasped, with trembling hand​

nd I turned to face behind​

It was darker than dark as I struggled to see​

What was troubling my mind​

Blinded by light, a whirlpool of white​

I could not tell where I was​

My mind was racing in circles around​

I couldn't get rid of the buzz​

We were no longer there, I recalled, when I woke​

But I couldn't grab hold of my mind​

Bright spinning colors appeared in my eyes​

I was floating as if in rewind​

A haze of euphoria took me away​

As I struggled to gain all control​

A rainbow of sound blazed through my ears​

As I flew into a dimly lit hole​

A big purple man appeared up ahead​

Growling like a dog with no care​

Big green teeth and orange-red eyes​

And blue where there should've been hair​

I felt the great teeth gnawing my bones​

The confusion of bright purple sound​

My eyes were stained with flashes of light​

And suddenly, back on the ground​

She smiled at me as I woke with a start​

And gave me a small kiss goodbye​

I asked her to stay as she got on her feet​

But she left as a tear filled her eye​

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STARS​

The stars are translucent; ​

tartan images burst from shade to sun​

applauding.​

I am lost in ovation, ​

breathing sky and resonating movements that I can​

never win.​

How they lose their radiance when falling​

ebony to ivory, as points of ballet dance​

across the stage.​

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Your Real You
No, I do not fill my pen
with the moondust
and green lawns of my own mind
when I dwell upon you,
but in the limpid spring
of your real you
deep buried in your skin

And the kind of tune I play
is not what I want to hear
(as you maintain),
but the quiet sounds you are.
The shapes of light I draw
are not from my own sun,
but from their source in you.

I look at you
not only with the tips of my hands,
but with wide-open eyes and ears;
it is not the idea of your smile
I love,
but your real smile
lingering on honey lips and teeth
I know cannot only kiss --
but also bite.

So, if my pages
are wrapped with rainbows,
it is the iridescent effect
that you had on me, you see,
when your barbed wires dropped,
and you showed me the gentle spirit
in the tight-clasped fist.

One Way Journey
We have traveled deep,
There is no return.

Every bone
of your frame
has found its nook
in mine,
has caught
cannot let go.
Every turn of your jaw
round mine
has pushed us farther
on the Carmel lane
of pomegranate exchange --
from which there is no return.

No words,
no reason,
no facts,
no laws --
Can stop our journey now.

Your hand in my hair
planted twigs
not roses,
you whispered:
"there are no roses
around here
but you."
I kissed the
twig-bearing hand
as if it bore
all the crowns,
laurels, and flowers
in the land.

You are the garden
where I dream
full of trees, love and roses,
the lake where I bathe
among the beams of souvenirs.
In the heart of my mind
I again kiss
the twig-bearing hand
as if it bore
the finest ring
and richest chalet
in the land.

Broken Wings

When she said​

enough,​

the happy flight in his eye
broke.
She could hear
the cracking of the bone,
shedding of white feathers
drooping on her flesh,
fraying the corners of her soul.

The engulfing of her hands
in his
did not bring back
the glimmer in the blue,
and one of the birds
in the dense, trembling wood,
the one with the happiest
longest whistle,
stopped its song.

But the maiden with the green eyes
and dark lashes,
is not made to be a
breaker of wings,
she is made for song
and for laughter,
she yearns for the wings
to flap again in delight
in the blue,
without breaking
her own.



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Part of me has left
to escape from you,
to grow whole again
like a smooth round melon,
after you dug English holes
in my pulp.

All of me is back --
I am whole again,
but lonely and need you.

This time my love,
remember I'm fragile,
please handle me
with care.

The stems that connect
my molecules
are like those of thin
wine glasses.
Be careful how you sip,
they break so easily.


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Hard Nut

There is no scar
but only internal difference
where words seem to be written
with water ink
of unconvincing meanings

There is no scar
but confusion of vision and blindness
in my hard-nut mind,
and yours --
each wrapped in
its own newspaper full of
infinite limited notions.

Yet, we still choose to drive on
together in the wind,
tumble in the same car,
kiss the same ear,
stroke same sand-dune back,
enter each other's wooden curves,
each other's vision
each other's blindness,
we still choose to drive on
tenderly
in the wind
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We did not know
We were two rooted
Sunflowers
With falling seeds --
Until
We tried
To move​

 

I wonder
about the end of things,
my finger curls
around the root
of an essence:
when and where
our love will ever
cease to be
the sap
I constantly breathe,
like a one time
glowing asphodel
fossilized into stone.

I dread whether a time
will come when your being
will cease to be
a Sabbath part of me,
when your hand
will cease
dissolving
into mine
like a honey bee
into a hyacinth,
when you
will just be you
and I
will just be me,

like two lonely
rocks again
at the bottom
of the sea.

 

Sorry. I took it seriously.
I put you at the very top
of the ladder, up there with my breath
and the sun --
but did not get warm.

For you, I way lying somewhere
in the middle rung
with movies and games
you play once a wweek
then brush aside
when something more important sprouts.
No need to worry about games,
They're always there in the cupboard
waiting breathlessly
for the playboy to open the door.

But no more --
I have adjusted my scales
to fit yours,
and am ready for the game.
And anyway, games are so much more fun...

Be careful,
I've started to play.

 

i havnt read all of them yet but i really enjoy what ive read thus far. you must be a very spiritual and peacful person, thanks for the poems

 

i deeply love the flowers poem...very true...that is why most of the time i spend in the mountins i do admiring my suroundings...

 

Hmm..didnt you already once create a thread with all your poetry?
My poetry, my thoughts, my life?
http://hipforums.com/forums/showthread.php?t=60016

 

Silently, slowly
enchantment surrounded mystical oceans of love;
interpreting soft songs of flowers,
at dew soaked dawn.

Youth’s freedom granted passion’s flow,
throughout enchanted forest paths.

Evergreens breached their music,
wildly clinging
to meadow laden flowers of our souls.

Yet … today we wish only upon a star,
knowing the rose did pass from hand to hand
and touched the rose once;
only to watch love’s memory bleed
... through life’s thorns.

I thought I had captured a petal’s scent,
as hopes formed on winds afire.
Driving forces churned under
moon’s apparitions,
capturing time and emotions,
transforming a whole new world.

It was then
we walked with hand in hand.

Now …
we spare vague smiles upon our lips
and love dwells only upon Wuthering Heights,
lost in apparitions of yesterday.

Brave soldiers of love where I once dared to tread,
few memories ago,
… stay as a frown on my aged forehead;
silting this scarred, indented brow in memories pearls
… lost wishes.

Take lead my heart
… to where this wondering minstrel abides. A rose so fair will float on silken hands of truth;
even as ebbing tears flow
... drifting past love dreams away.

 

Cry for the refugees of Kosovo
For the children of India __ shed a tear
Weep for the internment of the Japanese
For the hunger, the pestilence
the fear
and cruelties of humanity
towards humanity

Tear my heart out!
The cleansing of the Jews
The hatred of a colour __ the African
Irish folk who fathomed more than stormy seas
Tears flow freely for Poland’s orphans
Flood victims of Chile, I weep 10,000 tears
Railroad tracks rusted in China’s blood, sweat and tears
__ all these cruelties Tear my heart out!
The lady of the night, caught in her unwanted vise
A lonely bag lady __ pushing her basket of vacant dreams
while abused children cry out in vain
O __ the sadness in their pain!
And I will never understand
so-called human beings of this earth
as I march to the beat of my own private heart
with each step of my life
trying to change what I can
Still __ the tears line this face for my fellow man

 

Come ...
journey round my mind
don’t be afraid
enter

Remnants of lilacs
still lay upon my bed of dreams
in sweet scents of memory
pillows of billowy clouds
of loss ... do linger though
But ...
come view with interest
to say the least

Just be wary
not to remain at great lengths
in well-marked caverns of caution
you could
drown yourself in depths of sorrows
if you stay too long
amidst these lost callings

Seek only the maiden at her best
... flowing tresses
caress and cradle
her milk pale face
ever flowing
weaving tapestries
of hopeful new day dreams
the light
from her youth
plods along dream child’s eons pass
yet the glass is always half full

 

Why are we this way?

I know
we all have faults
yet
my wariness for mankind
hinders progress for higher plains

Wild creatures
I trust to no end
…they never change
by
truth of bite on hand
no personal vendetta
is held
as
physical pain pauses in moments

… I respect instincts want,
… need
it is never
a purposeful emotional attack

Walk
through the door
… happiness ever present

Crave this of humans
discover
… expect too much?

I am bold
the fight is long -- I am staunch
loyal to my veracity
.. we trudge on
me, myself and I.

My method of attack
is applied with care
day by day
I pray God’s grace,
faith and understanding
when days
prove fruitless
to please no one entity

I span for courage
amidst the ruins
… assiduously
arising from auras of devastation
hoping , biding time
plunging towards expectations
… ever questing impossible dreams
as my nature deems fit

an attempt
… if only once

Times
have found me losing
although…
losing may
indeed merit win
by lessons learned

I see …
heights indeed
are not in lone
mastered by the climb
and a
plummet to ravine
will
find
a badge of honour
for triumph …
and true courage
ARE
…
as I leave you
with this thought of mine today.

 

The new day dawns - - I think about you​

The scent of a flower​

makes me think​

about​

you ​

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A glance round the corner - - I thought I saw you​

Every waking hour​

my thoughts​

are on​

you ​

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I struggle to move on - - then think about you​

But since you are gone​

my sun​

is​

with​

you ​

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The months rolled along - - I thought about you​

A year has passed on​

still my​

soul​

won’t​

renew​

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The earth orbits on - - sure as spring rain and dew ​

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Yet ​

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in the hush​

of a moment​

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I​

think​

about​

YOU!​

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There can be nothing quite as awesome
As Mother Nature spewing her tears on us

Seems rain makes most feel depressed and futile
But it makes me think of the past and gives calm

If ever my times are bad
Rain soothes me

Tiny droplets on the panes
Refresh me, lift me Sprinkling spatters cool my face
As I look in to the sky -- all lost loves wash clean
Falling deep in to my thoughts -- refreshed
Sleep says hello to my dreams


Patting down on a tin roof -- rain sings
Making the night clear for a new dawn Never can there be a more soothing sound to me
Breathe the air -- it is fresh and clean
A sound of nature that is free for the choosing
Take this gift of the earth
Use it for your musing
Appreciate the days of rain
And the sun will always shine on your tomorrow

 

Leave some comments please people! I would like to get more feedback on my poems and hear what you think of them. You can also rate my poetry if you'd like to. Hope to hear from you soon. Peace and love!

 

here?
where?
out there?
but somehow, still not flying

drink
drank
drunk
supped
intermingled
tangled, scrambled
ascension, redemption
running, facing, fanning, spanning for years
trick the hands of time, a line for loss, for years
and so it goes
this is a sad life to face.

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Syringes blood-filled, lost hope
Empty vials of self-indulged poison
I’ve seen it all

Guitar case overflowing
with elastic banded greenbacks
Bowls of China white
to cap stolen hearts
I’ve seen it all

Pleading sick beggars of the night
rap…rapping at 2 AM
I’ve seen it all Axes crashing doors
overdosing addicts convulsing
Sad to say…I’ve seen it all
and great friends passing
to the one
…who stole them all
Lady in White

 

Eerie apparitions
chill me to the bone
Nightmare’s
unappetizing fear
fills my marrow

Stifled
by a force
and sweat upon my brow
I try lift my lids
to find a ghostly form
wisp through me
again…and again
…wake up!

Charmed
by fascination of unknown
the scientist lurks inside vivacity of dreams

Two taunting forms stand
one of light
…it omits love…to save me
the other of night…so vacant - - black
His cruelties aware me
to make known
I am not welcome in this dream

My breath he steals away…confines me
as coolness of his dark handed heart
rushes through me
again…and again I must run
Yet…the body fails provide motion
Scream!
to self-awaken
from this foul, unearthly dream
Run
from apparitions, lingering to haunt me
again…and again
Awaken!

 

Peace is a language
of crystal clear-words.
Peace makes living
Worthwhile.
Peace wakes us up to
salute the dawn.
Peace casts out every vice
from this world.
Peace wipes out
warfare.
Peace reunites people
in harmony.
Peace gives us a chance
to believe.
Peace rises above suspicion
giving us strength.
Peace lets us see all
earth offers.
Peace causes weak minds
to blossom and rise.
Peace serves to advance
an honest mind.
Peace gives us relief
from misery.
Therefore I pray and ask
Let peace dwell in you and me.