The shallow breath of loneliness
oppressed the room
trapped like pictures hanging on the wall
a sullen sideboard
carpet sprouting monkey flowers
spider webs, bare table legs
forgotten moments
thoughts unexpressed
the wind screaming to be let in.

kris evans
kris evans
May 11, 2015

in you is a princess....
waiting to be crowned....
in you is wood nymph.....
waiting to sprout....
in you is a mermaid....
waiting to dive....
in you is a lover......
waiting for me....

there is a lot more inside YOU AND ME
#lover   #you   #princess   #mermaid   #dive   #nymph   #sprout   #crowned   #waitong  

There will come a time
When the one who planted you
Will be nowhere to be found.
You'll wonder
Why they'd left you
As such a little sprout.
But then you'll start to realize
That maybe it's your time to
Without someone to water you.

Maybe it's time to rely on the rain.

Goodbye to one of the first few people who believed in my writing! Wherever you may go next, I hope you will water many others, like you did with me.
#goodbye   #grow   #bloom   #sprout  
Tiffany Nelson
Tiffany Nelson
May 3, 2014

I was told my wings would sprout at the right time, when I needed them the most. I keep leaping off balconies and rooftops, hoping that they will spring out of my spine. I have broken bones hoping, but once fractures heal I jump again. Disappointment never felt this good.

#broken   #bones   #wings   #spine   #rooftops   #sprout  
David Montgomery
David Montgomery
May 21, 2015

Given time,
Little seed you will
Sprout through,
Chocolate cake,
Awake to shiver,
Green- Unwind in wind,
Spindle your plume and petals,
And swell with light,
Your green heartbeat,
Unheard by others,
But matching mine,
Every note a symphony,
Every note a chime,
Perfect time,
How my affections you keep,
Sweet one,
You bloom tomorrow,
but tonight you sleep.

© Dm 2015

Today was weird. Felt frustrated and sad. This poem is about birthing new love and dreams.
#dream   #growth   #adoration   #sprout  

If you trim the nails of a man in a coma,
when he awakens,
how will he know how long he's been asleep?
Keep them long.
Let his beard grow, uncropped.
Let his ear hairs sprout,
that he may mourn the time he's been out.

Where did I get this 'odd' notion from, you ask?
During 'Shiva', the Jewish mourning custom, the mourner cannot get a haircut or trim his nails (applies for the first 30 days; mourning for a parent applies longer).
Coma should be regarded as a kind of 'self-mourning', as you are half-dead. It's a miracle to get out of a coma, akin to rising from the dead, which one should celebrate with grooming.
#death   #hair   #asleep   #coma   #beard   #trim   #beryldov   #sprout   #nails  
Eating Brussels Sprouts may extend your life,
John F McCullagh
John F McCullagh
Jun 27, 2014

Eating Brussels Sprouts may extend your life,
but it will be a long life of eating Brussels sprouts.
Be careful what you wish for!

Oct 28, 2014

It comes along paths
when a song
long dormant seemingly made-
adorned said: That, I was,
once overlooked:
now prairies sprout
all by its eloquence, beauty
is the elements,
the next green sprout-
from dirt
comes out
a sun
it knew.

Grass sprounting miraculously in a sidewalk crack is a metaphor for
lousy maintenance.

spread out colored sprouts-
K Balachandran
K Balachandran
Nov 6, 2012

Morning quietude rules the glade,
butterflies, thousands are on ground,
spread out colored sprouts-
avidly seeking salt of the earth.

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