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Olga Valerevna Oct 2015
and everything familiar that exists beneath the sun
Has gathered in the middle of the human I've become
I spend my days reflecting on the stories in my head
And they can be as heavy or as light as I will let

I'm more than I can handle when I fail to fall apart
And what I have been learning is the honesty of art
That glass is in my fingers and it shatters at my feet
But I will keep on walking so as not to miss a beat

The gardens and the valleys, they are hardly strange terrain
And even when the stones are thrown there's everything to gain
The healing in the breaking is the sum of what is true
For sometimes I can carry, other times I'm carried through
conversations with my mother
Cori MacNaughton Oct 2015
Fleas, ticks and chiggers
the bane of a rural life
animals suffer
The fourth of four Haiku written about 3AM on 15 October before I went to sleep.
Pax Sep 2015

I sit alone as if I am fading
Invisible in the ashen fields.
My heart longs to be somewhere
to where I see myself
Clear as the new day
True to oneself’s beauty
Away from the toxicity of people’s opinion
Or as far away from my own shadow of doubt.

I sit alone & not running anymore.
Losing strength as the wind passes by
Losing a bit of my edge in this unreasonable persona, I face.
Yet I never give a **** as long as I kept on going
Reaching for something Unreachable,
I can only hope…

I want to feel the life of someone’s at arm’s reach
to feel that I am alive
I missed you.

this feels like a follow-up on my 'ashen gray' piece:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/298918/ashen-gray/
though it is much more in a different road,
a road that i am longing to have..
purpu Aug 2015
since forever, wind I break.
waves I take, sun I shade.

standing alone, on the edge of the world.

I am the mountain.

since forever, wide I see.
trees I heal, fields I shield.

standing alone, on the edge of the world.

I am the mountain.

who will see my stones?
who will scape my forms?

since so long
so long
alone

when bad weather comes,
exposed to heavy storms,
i am concrete my dear,
heart of stone i swear!
heart of stone!

I am the mountain.
Aparna Mar 2013
Well- bread horses and golden corn.
Freshly rained upon, scissor cut green fields,
Dew settling on stained pink roses.

Ribbons entangled behind the blueberry bushes,
Where boys and girls share their first kisses,
Shaming Nano Nagle, her statue.
Raghu Menon Jul 2015
Green
Refreshing
Maturing to become
Grains that will feed us

WIth the sweat of the farmer
WIth the tears of the widows and daughters
WIth the sorrow of the indebted ..
WIth the curse of the deprived and downtrodden..

We don't see the stories behind the scene
We relish the fancy recipes of the Master Chefs
Of fragrant rice, golden rice and the slim and slender grains
We forget the dark, thin, slender bodies who make it for us...
http://tprmenon.blogspot.in/2015/07/green-killing-fields.html
Mesmed Jausa May 2015
the right kind of voyeurism: watching fields between two secret lovers burn in public conversation
always scorched with the threat of renewed fertility
always racked by a chilling lonely wind that gently brushes back the hair the manifest intimacy of a crafty doppelganger: in these spaces we live in constant mortal peril of discovery by an other or a spore
Got Guanxi May 2015
Excuse me,
foreign eyes stare in amazement.
Opposite worlds cross paths,
as each stalk the pavement.
Your in my way again.

Move.
Your in my way again,
Your mood doesn't amuse me.
Not today, not today.

I can't see the other side anymore,
blocked opaque, for heavens sake,
I forget.
Green grass so close to our toes.
All of our foes and broken bones exposed.
There in our way again.

Move beautifully and I'll follow in your shadows,
as that green grass grows.
She knows and he knows too.
The sun shines and the clouds move too soon.
In our way again.

Ran out of things to say again.
listening to ben howard x
Alan S Bailey Feb 2015
Quiet misty twilight peace,
Cooling summers breeze,
A smooth brown floating leaf
Falls from a tree to green grass beneath.

Orange and golden sunset's light
Brimming until night,
And falls browns and oranges
Are nearly winter messages.

Icy blues and snowy whites,
Tip top mountains greatest heights,
Floating white clouds on high
Are in the crystal clear blue sky.

Green vast endless fields grow
Flowers painted by rainbows,
And a clear stream gently flows
Toward the lake that gleams and glows.

And as if in a dream
With these waters glistening,
Leading me right to your side
For I am in love...with brown eyes.
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