#elm poems on Hello Poetry

Jonathan Moya 6d

Its leaves fold,curl in
Their grip yields to the cold wind
The elm knows their loss

#autumn #change #elm #haiku #old #winter

EM Lisard Mar 2020

SHE

Thinking I gave the goat away and showed the spirit the door until it's late and knowing that I've had some wholesome weeks. She is chanting again, reminding me what is so wrong and mocking my attempts for peace of my own mind. I think she is lying. I think she is honest.

I am alone but alone with them.
I am alone but alone with them.
I AM ALONE BUT ALONE WITH THEM.

They chant louder.

Depression is the demon.
Sadness is the ghost.
and Anxiety is the monster they hold against me.

#she #elm #elmassonne #depression #anxiety #mentalhealth #sadpoem #honestpoem #mood

EM Lisard Mar 2020

Untitled

The Moon is another reminder that you made it through the rough. You can't hate her, can you? Time is fake, man-made to control the seconds but it keeps us tracked to when to pray and when to party.

The Moon is another symbol that we made it and it was not our last. Presences of relief, reinsurance that you will be okay for the sun to tell you to get up.

To get up and survive again.

#elm #massonne #untitled #life #depression #love #sad #stayalive #moon

EM Lisard Mar 2020

Bait

You were bait.
I took it.
You tasted sweet but I chased the bitterness to your lips in hopes things would work out for the better.
You were bait.
I took it.

#elm #massonne #bait #sadpoem #lovepoem

EM Lisard Mar 2020

Oh, Venom

Hate is a very loose truth to admit when you are talking about someone who can't love you back. Just say your love is poisoned and the venom isn't real.

#elm #massonne #ohvenom

EM Lisard Mar 2020

I Know My Heart

You may not have deserved it, you may have deserved it after all.
But everyday is a new day.
You are only human.
You needed to grow from this too.
Wishing my pain on to you will not end the cycle of your carelessness.
I know my heart now.

#elm #massonne #iknowmyheart #forgivness #forgave #lovepoem #sadpoem

EM Lisard Mar 2020

The Thing about Hair...

The freedom you want to feel is in a pair of dull kitchen scissors.
Cut the dead ends, or maybe a few inches to prove a point.
Sweep the evidence under the rug, it’s only 4 am this time.
It’s okay, it was just one more thing for you to hide behind.

Bleach it out of your way, paint with colors that will stain your bathroom sink.
Like everything, the stain will fade for a new one to reappear.
Wash it out and stop crying for a minute because the mirror doesn’t lie today.

Everything is fine now.
And that’s the beauty of the most painless thing to change.
Your hair.

#elm #massonne #thethingabouthair #lovepoem #sadpoem #feels

EM Lisard Mar 2020

Thanks for Coming

You asked me for a place at my table.
You asked me for the welcome spoons even when all I had were dull knives and plastic forks.
You brought your own place mat and gave me your homemade invitation that listed reasons why you deserve to be at this dinner party I never wanted to have.

But as soon as I pulled the chair out for you, you were no longer hungry.
And you left my dining room.

#elm #massonne #thanksforcoming #lovepoem #sadpoem

Abby M Jan 2019

Sprite

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

#sprite #tree #elm #magic #leaves #bark #axe #cage #wood #shroud

Sethnicity Aug 2016

The Dandelion Deity (POV story/poetry)

In a slow oak and elm ING breath
Ent felt tears in the air
She inquired the feather like dancer
From where a river now streamed
Say, your sobbing must stop
Just enjoy being unlocked
You do not know tree pain
With my long hard locks
Knotted under the weight of usefulness
for you are still yet a seed
Riding the wind of dreams
No rings yet formed on fingers
rings to be broken for fires timber
Your tendrils are bendable
The beginning fragment of a future
So show no pain and suture a smile
I know capons
who fell free from home
Only for gravity to shatter dreams & reclaim them to the unknown.

And the dandelion said:
My short life comes with long memory
While my youth may seem naive to tree
I have only arrived and I must die to be
You will remain when I am reborn
deity
And as your locks begin to leaves
And birds flock like river ocean streams
I know pain because I remember birth
I will die a thousand times before you know me
Yet these tears should not offend
I cry to womb the happiness within.

Find God in Everything

#life #death #breath #deity #oak #dandelion #ent #elm