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M Srisaravana Oct 2019
Once upon a time, there was a field,
Filled with grasses so green and clean,
Air so light and wind so breeze,
All of them were in celestial light.

By all means, it was too good to be true,
But once upon a time, they were true,
Fate and fear may mold the scene,
But all the glory has gone by the screen.

I wish the day shall pass by again,
For then I could feel the light rain,
Washing off those pale green field,
Doves could sing the song for thee.

This all happened as I closed my eyes,
Where is the field that I wanted to see,
All those silvers were once been green,
Gone are the days, never to be seen.
Mark Toney Oct 2019
little brown rabbit
in a field of coyotes-
hoppy survivor
5/22/2018 - Poetry form:  Haiku - For many months my wife and I have seen a little brown bunny frequent our back yard from a field in the back that has coyotes, foxes, deer, opossum and raccoons. It returns to the field each day and we always think it will be its last day.  But a few days later there it is again   A hoppy survivor for sure! - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
leo arden Aug 2019
dear                  ,

exalt your stature

as the prided flower

in this field

of the wilted.
this is for you.
leo arden Aug 2019
gleamed amongst the wild green

appeased buds, shined and sheen

this field of blades not red, but green

for rain erased the war it had seen.
Aquila Aug 2019
A badger meets a snake,
in a field.
A laugh,
A confession,
A goodbye.
The wind blows all the same.
idk this was spur of the moment
Atticus Aug 2019
Let us go into the field
where peonies bloom and the dappled sun hits our skin

Let us go into the field
where kisses are akin to blossoms in spring

Let us go into the field
where the apples of our relationship lay untouched and protected

Let us go into the field
where even on the slate grey rain kind of days we can lie together

Let us go into the field
where our story began and our complication began

Let us go into the field
where we can repair the torn seams in the fabric that was us

Let us go into the field...
Haylin Jul 2019
I step through the door
of the place which feels
more like home than my house

My ears fill
with sounds of drumsticks on drums
mallets on marimbas

My eyes fall upon flutes, clarinets
trumpets and tubas

I look up at my family
none of which are related to me
yet they
make
this
place
home.
I just joined band this year and it's only been 6 days and I already feel at home.
Alan S Bailey Jul 2019
The golden sunlight shone
Bright over the hill
As the wind fills the
Air with flower petals.
A single drop of dew
Falls onto a dandelion
Growing in a field
And settles.
I gaze deeply
Into your eyes then we kiss
Slowly, our hearts
Beating fast.
I take your hand
Walking onward in the
Grassy field as we go on
Forever, and we never look back.
PoserPersona Jun 2019
flower, flower in full bloom
the skies are covered gray
keeping the sun at bay
yet you keep shining true

flower, flower holding out
the others have wilted
into a field melted
yet you keep growing stout

flower, flower stretching leaves
the rains of decadence
has flooded nature's sense
yet you keep make believe
M H John May 2019
my place in this world
is as big as
a dandelion
in a field of daisies
don’t be afraid to be the outcast in this world
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