From the heart...

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by *peace*child*, Jan 21, 2005.

  1. *peace*child*

    *peace*child* Member

    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,
    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.

    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.

    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.

    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
    The stars are translucent;
    tartan images burst from shade to sun
    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.
    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
    the happy flight in his eye
    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.

  2. *peace*child*

    *peace*child* Member

    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.

  3. *peace*child*

    *peace*child* Member

    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
    in the wind

  4. *peace*child*

    *peace*child* Member

    We did not know
    We were two rooted
    With falling seeds --
    We tried
    To move
  5. *peace*child*

    *peace*child* Member

    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
    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.
  6. *peace*child*

    *peace*child* Member

    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.

  7. MountainMan

    MountainMan Member

    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
  8. Burbot

    Burbot Dig my burdei

    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...
  9. KittenX

    KittenX Purrrific

  10. *peace*child*

    *peace*child* Member

    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.
  11. *peace*child*

    *peace*child* Member

    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
  12. *peace*child*

    *peace*child* Member

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

    [​IMG] 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
  13. *peace*child*

    *peace*child* Member

    Why are we this way?

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

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

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

    through the door
    … happiness ever present

    Crave this of humans
    … 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

    have found me losing
    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
    a badge of honour
    for triumph …
    and true courage

    as I leave you
    with this thought of mine today.
  14. *peace*child*

    *peace*child* Member

    The new day dawns - - I think about you

    The scent of a flower​
    makes me think​
    you ​
    A glance round the corner - - I thought I saw you

    Every waking hour​
    my thoughts​
    are on​
    you ​
    I struggle to move on - - then think about you

    But since you are gone​
    my sun​
    you ​
    The months rolled along - - I thought about you

    A year has passed on​
    still my​
    The earth orbits on - - sure as spring rain and dew
    in the hush

    of a moment​

  15. *peace*child*

    *peace*child* Member

    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
  16. *peace*child*

    *peace*child* Member

    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!
  17. *peace*child*

    *peace*child* Member

    out there?
    but somehow, still not flying

    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.

  18. *peace*child*

    *peace*child* Member

    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
  19. *peace*child*

    *peace*child* Member

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

    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!

    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
    to self-awaken
    from this foul, unearthly dream
    from apparitions, lingering to haunt me
    again…and again
  20. *peace*child*

    *peace*child* Member

    Peace is a language
    of crystal clear-words.
    Peace makes living
    Peace wakes us up to
    salute the dawn.
    Peace casts out every vice
    from this world.
    Peace wipes out
    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.

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