Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
htrae
htrae
22 Lumen naturae / Radical plant medicine & feeling provocateur ♡
Faded brick streets, Iron-colored pathway Leading us downtown Lilac shirt, **** black raspberries, Bursts of sweet, floral blueberries on my tongue Old ladies in long dresses with baskets full of vegetables Saturday morning Honey in espresso Bluegrass in the blue grass 16, 17, 18 windows Waving at little ones while fathers' backs are turned Sweet little braids and pink bows Brown, but golden in the sun Busy streets on market mornings Moss-covered picnic tables Giggling under shaded hide-aways Breathe in the present Sunshine shimmering through Maple trees Beads of sweat; rolling down water bottles and my forehead Glass, pottery, and macrame Herbs, microgreenery, and fruit My mouth waters with thoughts of sautees and soups Robins chirp over the bustling morning crowd The scent of fresh baked sourdough carried by the breeze Young, hip parents intermingling with kind, old farmers All of us captivated with the now
0
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 12:16 PM UTC
Market Mornings
Heat Calcification Incalescence Swelter Suffocation Arctic circle above 32 degrees Fahrenheit in December Leaking lakes of Methane gas in Siberia Scientific data to price Changing 2 degrees has caused mass extinction Melting glaciers Oceans 7 centimeters higher Drought in the Amazon Changes in migration Disruption in pollination Heatwaves: high death tolls Decreased plant growth Zika in Florida Ignorance from the government Refusal of proof Nonbelievers in the White House
0
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
Climate Change
Shaken Left Numb legs Empty dreams My left-hand trembles Hand-written nonsense I love you-- I'm IN love with you Guitar string melody Balancing on tightrope Silver glistening moonbeams Reflecting on your pale skin Spinning hoops of brilliant red fire Do you love me too? Crisp Mountain stream picnic Crunchy granola bites Drunk on fine red wine Painting your bare body Racing through green campgrounds 7 am chasing monarchs **** me under the willow tree What to do, what to do... Indica high Music festival roots Keep me grounded Sleep with me each night I dream of you Your hazel eyes Pink, blue, and orange clouds Driving home at 2 am Hold my hand Whisper to me May I keep you?
0
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
What to do, what to do...