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See The Leaves That Fall From That Tree
06-03-10 09:04 PM
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~ See The Leaves That Fall From That Tree ~ By LunaRoseAngel
See the leaves that fall from trees Watch them fall to ground with grace Carried by the winds of nature They never stay in just one place See the leaves that fall from trees They grow from branches nice and quick A seasons when they live their life Full and short poisoned sick See the leaves that fall from trees The venom that we always share We eradicate our mother nature And the life that flows through air See the leaves that fall from trees They now shrivel up and fall Don,t even let them their last breath Grounded, lifeless no beauty at all Now see the future of our kind Our greed has brought us to our knees We have condemned all forms of life And drank the water of the seas We have no second earth to hide We had the cure to our disease We need not much but open eyes To see the leaves that fall from trees See the leaves that fall from trees Watch them fall to ground with grace Carried by the winds of nature They never stay in just one place See the leaves that fall from trees They grow from branches nice and quick A seasons when they live their life Full and short poisoned sick See the leaves that fall from trees The venom that we always share We eradicate our mother nature And the life that flows through air See the leaves that fall from trees They now shrivel up and fall Don,t even let them their last breath Grounded, lifeless no beauty at all Now see the future of our kind Our greed has brought us to our knees We have condemned all forms of life And drank the water of the seas We have no second earth to hide We had the cure to our disease We need not much but open eyes To see the leaves that fall from trees |
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Great poem LunaRoseAngel! What inspired you to make this poem? |
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Love of nature that I care alot about it Hoguan i've always been a child of nature love spending time outdoors when I can there's something about the outdoors that has me very fascinated by it.
Here's a poem about the season of Summer which is very close upon us am very excited I have alot of fun things planned to do for this summer like go to the beach. ~ A Time Of Freedom ~ Morning's soft air, touching everything with such care, Caresses a young face, in a quiet secluded place. Smile planted strong, heart beating on. Only on thing is on her mind, and that, is summer time. A joy reckless and wild, that's been in the heart of every child, now set within her, for there is no cure. Her spirit set free, soars higher than the trees. The books that weighed her down, now thrown on the ground. The rivers cleansed from winter, are now heated for splendor. The happiness of knowing, no bedtimes are set, and so schedules to be met. The sun now beating within her veins washes away all her pains. Then without a sound, the sun starts to sink down. so she heads inside, satisfied, until the next time. But her spirit is just too wild and decides to wait awhile, So it stays outside and watches the sun, waiting for what is to come. The birds fall asleep the peepers start to peep, And slowly the sunbeams caressing the mountains, Turn them into splendorous fountains. Here's a poem about the season of Summer which is very close upon us am very excited I have alot of fun things planned to do for this summer like go to the beach. ~ A Time Of Freedom ~ Morning's soft air, touching everything with such care, Caresses a young face, in a quiet secluded place. Smile planted strong, heart beating on. Only on thing is on her mind, and that, is summer time. A joy reckless and wild, that's been in the heart of every child, now set within her, for there is no cure. Her spirit set free, soars higher than the trees. The books that weighed her down, now thrown on the ground. The rivers cleansed from winter, are now heated for splendor. The happiness of knowing, no bedtimes are set, and so schedules to be met. The sun now beating within her veins washes away all her pains. Then without a sound, the sun starts to sink down. so she heads inside, satisfied, until the next time. But her spirit is just too wild and decides to wait awhile, So it stays outside and watches the sun, waiting for what is to come. The birds fall asleep the peepers start to peep, And slowly the sunbeams caressing the mountains, Turn them into splendorous fountains. |
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06-04-10 11:39 AM
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That's really great poems LunaRoseAngel your very creative in writing and writing poems It looks like you may have a good career ahead of you if you get ito that field |
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Thanks I have alot of hopes with going that direction thank you for your nice comments am glad that you like my poetry so much,who knows really maybe I will become a famous poet but of course that takes time not every poet became famous right away.
~ Coda ~ Maybe it was jet lag, maybe not, but I was smoking in the kitchen: six, barely, still dark: beyond the panes, a mix of summer storm and autumn wind. I got back to you; have I got you back? What warmed me wasn't coffee, it was our revivified combustion. In an hour, gray morning, but I'd gone back to my spot beside you, sleeping, where we'd stayed awake past exhaustion, talking, after, through the weeks apart, divergent times and faces. I fell asleep, skin to warm skin, at daybreak. Your breasts, thighs, shoulders, mouth, voice, are the places I live, whether or not I live with you. Fog hid the road. The wipers shoved back torrents across the windshield. You, on knife-edge, kept driving. Iva, in the back seat, wept histrionically. The crosscurrents shivered like heat-lightning into the parent's shotgun seat. I shut up, inadept at deflecting them. A Buick crept ahead at twenty-five an hour. "Why aren't we passing him? My Coke spilled. The seat's wet. You guys keep whispering so I can't hear." "Sit in the front with us, then." "No! I'll get too hot. Is the fan on? What time is it? What time will it be when we get there?" Time to be somewhere else than where we are. "What do we have? I guess we still don't know." I was afraid to say, you made me feel my sectioned heart, quiescent loins, and spill past boundaries the way blackberry-brambles grow up those tenacious hills I left for you. Their gritty fruit's ripe now, but oceans still separate us, waves opaque as oatmeal, miles of fog roiling between your pillow and mine while you say your best: sometimes, she's where your compass points, despite you, though a meal with me, or talk, is good . . . Where our starfire translated depths, low fog won't let you steer by sight. The needle fingers one desire, and no other direction can compel. If no other direction can compel me upward from the dark-before-the-dawn descending spiral, I drop like a stone flung into some scummed-over stagnant well. The same momentum with which once we fell across each other's skies, meteors drawn by lodestones taproots clutched in unmapped ground propels me toward some amphibious hell where kissing's finished, and I tell, tell, tell reasons as thick and sticky as frogspawn: had I done this, that wouldn't have come undone. The wolf of wolf's hour cried at once too often picks out enfeebled stragglers by the smell of pond scum drying on them in the sun. I miss you more than when I was in France and thought I'd soon be done with missing you. I miss what we'd have made past making do, haft meshing weft as autumn days advance, transliterating variegated strands of silk, hemp, ribbon, flax, into some new texture. I missed out on misconstrued misgivings; did I miss my cue; boat? Chanc- es are, the answer's missing too. ~ Coda ~ Maybe it was jet lag, maybe not, but I was smoking in the kitchen: six, barely, still dark: beyond the panes, a mix of summer storm and autumn wind. I got back to you; have I got you back? What warmed me wasn't coffee, it was our revivified combustion. In an hour, gray morning, but I'd gone back to my spot beside you, sleeping, where we'd stayed awake past exhaustion, talking, after, through the weeks apart, divergent times and faces. I fell asleep, skin to warm skin, at daybreak. Your breasts, thighs, shoulders, mouth, voice, are the places I live, whether or not I live with you. Fog hid the road. The wipers shoved back torrents across the windshield. You, on knife-edge, kept driving. Iva, in the back seat, wept histrionically. The crosscurrents shivered like heat-lightning into the parent's shotgun seat. I shut up, inadept at deflecting them. A Buick crept ahead at twenty-five an hour. "Why aren't we passing him? My Coke spilled. The seat's wet. You guys keep whispering so I can't hear." "Sit in the front with us, then." "No! I'll get too hot. Is the fan on? What time is it? What time will it be when we get there?" Time to be somewhere else than where we are. "What do we have? I guess we still don't know." I was afraid to say, you made me feel my sectioned heart, quiescent loins, and spill past boundaries the way blackberry-brambles grow up those tenacious hills I left for you. Their gritty fruit's ripe now, but oceans still separate us, waves opaque as oatmeal, miles of fog roiling between your pillow and mine while you say your best: sometimes, she's where your compass points, despite you, though a meal with me, or talk, is good . . . Where our starfire translated depths, low fog won't let you steer by sight. The needle fingers one desire, and no other direction can compel. If no other direction can compel me upward from the dark-before-the-dawn descending spiral, I drop like a stone flung into some scummed-over stagnant well. The same momentum with which once we fell across each other's skies, meteors drawn by lodestones taproots clutched in unmapped ground propels me toward some amphibious hell where kissing's finished, and I tell, tell, tell reasons as thick and sticky as frogspawn: had I done this, that wouldn't have come undone. The wolf of wolf's hour cried at once too often picks out enfeebled stragglers by the smell of pond scum drying on them in the sun. I miss you more than when I was in France and thought I'd soon be done with missing you. I miss what we'd have made past making do, haft meshing weft as autumn days advance, transliterating variegated strands of silk, hemp, ribbon, flax, into some new texture. I missed out on misconstrued misgivings; did I miss my cue; boat? Chanc- es are, the answer's missing too. |
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That's a really cool poem also LunaRoseAngel you have an amazing way with words |
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M!cH@3l 001 : Thanks am glad you like Coda the title reminds me of a Led Zeppelin song with that title am a huge classic rock fan by the way The Who is one of my favorite bands including The Rolling Stones.
~ As Seasons Step Aside ~ By LunaRoseAngel As winter steps aside for spring And everything is at peace Flowers bloom and flowers dance It's beautiful, to say the least As spring steps aside for summer And everything gets colored Purples, pinks, greens, and blues Now everything is brighter As summer steps aside for fall And everything gets muted All color goes from bright to dull Now everything is faded As fall steps aside for winter And everything gets quiet Snow has muted every sound Now everything is silent The sun will set, the day will end For now, the end is near A new day dawns, bright and clear A perfect day, a brand-new year ~ As Seasons Step Aside ~ By LunaRoseAngel As winter steps aside for spring And everything is at peace Flowers bloom and flowers dance It's beautiful, to say the least As spring steps aside for summer And everything gets colored Purples, pinks, greens, and blues Now everything is brighter As summer steps aside for fall And everything gets muted All color goes from bright to dull Now everything is faded As fall steps aside for winter And everything gets quiet Snow has muted every sound Now everything is silent The sun will set, the day will end For now, the end is near A new day dawns, bright and clear A perfect day, a brand-new year |
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That's a pretty good poem as well but I like your other poems better |
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Thank you Mike you've been so nice with leaving comments for all the poetry that I posted sorry about the late reply I was busy with my job things have been so hectic blame my boss he gives me the day off and yet he calls me in to do something important.
~ Do You? ~ I bought you A mockingbird - I thought it would be Romantic like the song It was young - too Young so I left a libation Of syrup and water on the asphalt Instead of the rum it demanded I put it in a box Where you used to keep shoes Before you wore them I gave it worms to eat And blackberries and chokecherries and a thimbleful Of nectar for it to sip I wrapped it in a tea towel To keep it warm for the night - the many Nights before you came Back - it seemed like years And was only a week The box wrapped in paper only chirped For three days You didn't much like it The mockingbird - the smell of decay Off-putting when you tore the paper Its chestnut-grey wings outstretched Like a crucifixion and the nectar Sticking its feathers to the tea towel But after you threw it Into the furnace you smiled And said you loved me ~ Do You? ~ I bought you A mockingbird - I thought it would be Romantic like the song It was young - too Young so I left a libation Of syrup and water on the asphalt Instead of the rum it demanded I put it in a box Where you used to keep shoes Before you wore them I gave it worms to eat And blackberries and chokecherries and a thimbleful Of nectar for it to sip I wrapped it in a tea towel To keep it warm for the night - the many Nights before you came Back - it seemed like years And was only a week The box wrapped in paper only chirped For three days You didn't much like it The mockingbird - the smell of decay Off-putting when you tore the paper Its chestnut-grey wings outstretched Like a crucifixion and the nectar Sticking its feathers to the tea towel But after you threw it Into the furnace you smiled And said you loved me |
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