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Krystle OBrien Apr 2019
In the window
Waiting for her day
Wishing for someone to come soon
And take her home to stay

The room quiet and still
Sitting in the dark
Alone and always thinking
Of the leaves, the trees, the bark

Patience, faith and will
Day turns to night
Hope desire, strength
Darkness turns to light
Daisy Vallely Feb 2019
I press my ear against her soft bark,
Damp and darkened by the cloud’s tears.
I hear an echo that envelopes my mind-
A familiar voice, without a face or a name- she is a vibration, she is a feeling.
Looking up, i watch her branches split the sky like an earth quake shattering the heavens.
Spanish moss drips down like solidified rain drops, frozen in time.
I sit upon her roots and dig my barren feet into the cool dirt
Amongst the acorns and shedding of her hair.
My nose is met with an earthly scent- a reminder to breathe.
This old tree watches lifetimes pass as the sun descends below the Earth, the moon rises into the ether, the stars wink at sleeping flowers, and the planets watch us dream.
I stay beside her until twilight cloaks the sky.
This old tree wears wisdom like a silken robe,
So beautiful in every crack and crevice of her body.
I count the stars with her until numbers turn to the sounds of beetle’s banter.
We all laugh together,
And fall asleep in the embrace of existence
Bhill Feb 2019
Dogs have habits, you bet they do.
They run and play, then eat and poo.

They Sleep all day, zoom, zoom all night.
They bark and bark, at something in sight.

They wait at the window or wait by the door.
To say hello to their people with eyes we adore.

Let's go for walk, they seem to be saying.
Really, oh really, that's my kind of playing!

They love without boundaries, they give the same way.
They are really true family and never, never betray.

Without them we are lost, so much that it hurts.
Pay attention to their habits, life with them, JUST WORKS.

Brian Hill - 2019#42
Abby M Jan 2019
Tucked between bark and the life blood of trees
Shrouded in shadows and leaves
Deep at the core of the heartstrings of woods
From magic and elmwood conceived

Living in silence but also in wood
Falling for none but the axe
Standing in stillness, her shroud is a cage
Her only consolements are tracks

She watches and wishes as travelers come
Hoping that one will commit
To chopping her life giving elm cage away
And helping her learn to forget

A man did just that in the forest one day
He swung and his axe whistled through
She fell to the ground and she tried to get up
But her elm cage had trapped her there too
Jillian Jesser Oct 2018
a dog barks to start a fight with bubba
and he gets
mean like an ant who's
sugars' been stolen and I tell him
             that's an ugly dog
when ugly people populate the planet, I get mad,
but I don't bite their heads off.
                                        He got really calm after that
and I waved at a gardener
as if to say,
                   'It's okay,
                                   it won't happen again.'
Phi Kenzie Aug 2018
oooooooooooooo

I bet I could be an oak
if I tried hard enough

Extend my roots
maybe branch out a little
lead with my leaves

Reach for the sky!

Let my bark ring true
through the sea of trees
Watered by rain
Fed by sun
Raised in Earth
Neuvalence Mar 2018
If only I had
Basked in all your legacy
Before you were slain,
Gushing sap from your thick skin,
I would have cherished you more.

A tanka I wrote today after mourning the death of an old tree taken down in my yard.
Amanda Kay Burke Mar 2018
I miss your little paws
Your coal black nose
The way you used to twitch
Whenever you would doze

I miss your floppy ears
Your dorky overbite
The cute way you would growl
While in a play-fight

I miss the positions
In which you would fall asleep
I would snap a silly pic
For memories to keep

I miss those bright eyes
Your boundless energy
When we would go on walks
You would run circles around me.

I miss your soft fur
Your unique smell
How your warm tongue felt
I remember too well

I miss your bark
You were a noisy guy
Every sound set you off
We never knew why

I miss my stoner dog
You would try to eat ***
I would give you my stems
We would get high a lot

I miss your eyebrows
Your quick brown tail
If i needed a friend
You were there without fail

I miss sleeping with you
Right by my side
Curled under blankets
Beneath covers you would hide

I miss the bounce in your step
You had a favorite toy
We would play around the clock
You were a good boy

What I miss most of all
What brings me this heartache
I miss the memories
We never got to make
This is for my little boy Diesel who died about a year ago. He was a Chihuahua and he was only a year and a half old he still was just a baby and he got out accidentally at my grandma's and her dog killed him with one snap. It was by far one of the worst days of my life but his memory lives on in my heart and through my other fur baby Mocha, which is hid daughter so I have a little piece of him alive still.
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