Racing against dragonflies,

I never win,
Racing against dragonflies,
But I love it.

#fun   #10w   #dragonflies  
but the dragonflies
Impeccable Space Poetess

Gazing through the tallest
green nettles

I realized they do
not bite me

Cause it was not the day
for stings and aching

Cause i had the black
mountain boots
and a heart
on my
sport gown

My hands reached
the Heavens
the white yello

Elder's Abundance

Where Scented Blossoms
Coloured my skin

And exposed my life lines

The coolest tangerine

I sat on the black soil
squished young grasses
and found the

My palm was a giant Plato
For it's snailish leg

On the left one
he was without weight
portruding forth
to his destination

Is it possible that
his house was
3,5 mm
Isn't it cute
that when streched
was 7 mm
at lenght

Visible horns
like 1 mm
and half of it

The upper
The downward

What are you looking at
My lines or me

If he climbs from my
left palm on the right one
It's ment to be

I'll visit the seaside

Fibbonacci House Spiralled
Inner layers with colours
outer still
and translucent

Is it possible
this tiny snail
thinks about me

It didn't work
It remained
on my heart's side

Then I moved this
cutest creature
on my right palm

Little little snail
you're not a match
to squeeze

From the right to the left
I thought to myself
he is she
i don't know
snail's so young
for sure it doesn't seek another snail

To cherrish and love

Climbed on my left thumb
Beautiful in motion
As a revolution
For better days

It is my heart's side
My vision became
Waffed all around on the deepest blue
White and puffy



Emerged out of


Had landed on a spider web
on the Verge
of Enchanted Forest
Where grave monument resides

was in the air
the invisible wings fluttered

My sharp vision
focused on
another three

They don't need los zapatos
They are not obsessed as
Imelda was

And i wasn't thinking
about that at all

This words are for you:
thank you for the music
but the dragonflies
buterflies I love

They were near my
one caressed among
tall grasses
one butterfly

not in oslo

Fibbonnaci Friend
who gave me this
Sharp vision

To see the magic
revealing all

Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic Flame
I’m just a boy swinging sticks at dragonflies
J T Gaut
May 9, 2012

My sword and shield
Adorned on Ralph and Lauren
Cherry blossoms potions of health and well being
The hunt is on

St. George but an amateur
His quarry old and withered
These dragons of the modern age
Caught in mine eyes through reeds of tall grass

In a flash my blade swings
-nothing happens
but to the magic of illusion
I am a hero, a knight’ noble

In the retrospective
I’m just a boy swinging sticks at dragonflies
And in the retrospective
I hate the retrospective

A Freestyle Poem, scrawled in a friend's notebook after an improv poetry competition (of which I was not a participant)
**Dragonflies dancing
Dec 20, 2012

Dragonflies dancing
in bliss of summer weather;
in swarms they gather.

Flies around flowers
green, winged creatures of nature;
old mystic creatures.

Roams in tall grasses,
through seasoned swamps they hover.
Pleasant winged wonders.

dragonflies return
Patti Masterman-Heterodynemind

dragonflies return
to the place where they were born
my humble pond

as we are just planes and dragonflies
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Aug 7, 2013      Aug 8, 2013

We walk by the river side
wanting the sky to fall
planes fly tree line low
she ducks her head as we go
as I hold tight to her hand

She has the look of eloquence
her eyes burn into my eyes
and by the riverside
we spot a blue dragonfly
we watch it's shimmering wings as it flies

We stop for a few moments
to watch this baby fly
as we care for all
and none care for us
as we are just planes and dragonflies

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The dragonflies chase me
Tonya Maria
Tonya Maria
Jul 17, 2013

I pick the plump ones
round, dark and sweet,
Fill my basket
for this evening's treat.
The dragonflies chase me
past bushes hung blue,
As rain falls in Georgia
with my tears for you.
We planted these fruits
when you were a boy,
Today I collect them
with bittersweet joy.
The rain
it falls,
the bush
it bears,
I recall the memory
of you standing there.

It rained as I gathered berries.
His spirit dwells
there, in my garden.
among the dragonflies.
Jul 26, 2014

Walking within
the confines of the trees,
we find ourselves
alone within nature,
partitioned off
from the rest
of civilization,
and in this moment
we dance
among the dragonflies.

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