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Caesar Nov 19
Late night calls
And I don’t mean with a phone to my ear
Listening to the dull voice on the other side
The whistle from deep within the forest
Calling to me
I wanna go where my roots call
Deep and embedded in the earth soil and soul
We’re rooted to the tile inside forgetting what it felt to hear the crunch of leaves beneath each step
The crickets chants we’ve forgotten how to listen to
The owl hoots and shoots us a glance
We’ll never spare second glance
The leaves tussle and Russel sharing secrets of the unknown
Beckoning and calling back to the woods tonight
Picking good poems Out of 48 I’ve written
Ellie Jul 2023
clouds look like stiff peaked meringue mountains
if I stand up straight I can almost touch them
the air is fresh here and so I breathe deeply
wind rushing against skin, the wilds are calling
Psych-o-rangE Nov 2022
"Will you leave me then?"
The leaves blew North

"After you fly?"
"After your documents?"
"After our children?"
"After my youth?"
"After my life?"
The leaves flickered in a circle

"When will it be?"
They quickened, spinning, filling the atmospheric pressure

"Please tell me when you do"
A hurricane ceaselessly swallowing all the forests surrounding its vision, carried the world with it, and the sun
Conversations with my Partner #2

I'm saving this one for a special moment.
hazem al jaber Aug 2021
Adorable forests ...

from my mountains ...
here ...
where i do live ...
where i used to write ...
sending you my words ...
send you the words...
my words ...
wrapped in love ...
drenched within my heart ...
to you there ...
at your place ...
where you used ...
with your heart ...
to read my feelings ...
through my words ...
which it created ...
only for you ...

O the  most beautiful lady ...
who ever ...
my eyes saw ...
and took me away ...
from my mountains ...
to her place ...

to you sweetheart ...
and for you ...
writing ...
and singing ...
into my adorable forests ...


hazem al ...
Warrior Poet Feb 2021
A belly full of tasteful food,
With a tankard filled with good drink,
As well as the smell of sweet tobacco
Is calming to the mind of any man;

A fire with a kind flame,
A book filled with adventure,
As friends tell cheerful tales
Can fill his life with enjoyment;

The cool wind upon his back,
The fresh air entering the lungs,
As the rain falls from up high
Offers a relaxed feeling for most;

The sound of calm streams
As well as the mighty rivers,
And the sight of the forests
Is enough to bring a man's soul peace;

The green leaves that are on the trees
That grow to tremendous heights,
With roots deep within the skin of earth
Brings much amazement and wonder;

When the sun has fully sunk
A sky full of stars is revealed
With a moon that shines bright
Brings tears to the eyes;

Home is where the heart is
And mine is within the mountains,
For having experienced their beauty
I pity any man who's never seen them.
clmathew Nov 2020
Ancient forests
started on October 9th, 2020
revised on November 30th, 2020

Translation of a Chinese poem by **** Wei:
"I know no good way
to live and I can't
stop getting lost in my
thoughts, my ancient forests."

I think getting lost
in ancient forests
sounds lovely.

I get lost in my head
in old familiar battlefields
and imagined future apocalypses.

But an ancient forest
with cool, shaded layers of trees
doesn't sound so bad

I guess it is the lost part
that is the problem.
Maybe the ancient forests
wouldn't be so bad
if the poet knew where he was.

Feet touching the earth
anchoring this self
to this exact spot
the soul a beacon
to the world's gps system.

I am here.

I am not lost.

I am.
**** Wei was a Chinese poet who lived from 699 to 759 during the Tang dynasty. This translation of the poem is from The Overstory, by Richard Powers, on page 41.

Cradled in the forests
Evergreen
The trees and the tender vines
For the nature’s basket
Produce prime
Stunted growth
In the urban confines
Smog and smoke
A breath of sigh
Burdened shoulders
The trees and tender vines
Sustenance
They pray
Manvinder Singh Jul 2020
gently i descend the heavens,
on a feathery whiff
silky mane fluttering.

approaching planet
deep blue
or, is it
some shade of grey?

landed on
umm... helipad?

i fill my lungs
with the air perfumed
  cough cough
-- maybe not.

so much for
mama' s tall tales!

kicking a hoof,
leap i go
into the nearest forest
or, whatever is left of it.
many dappled shadows
played on the forest's floor
as light winds did blow
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