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Robert Rittel Apr 26
Biblical metaphor of immoral pleasure,
fatal attraction beyond measure.
Possibilities so near and dear bestowed,
more lust for its not allowed.
The tree of knowledge in just,
the experience to know a must.
Temptation in moral worldly loss,
no guild from the heart giving a toss.
Making virtue out of their faults,
oceans and their pinches of salts.
The ideal and its means,
breaking goals are the scenes.
Sacrifice and its value,
willingness will tell you.
If one fails oneself indeed
others will fail your need.
Diesel Apr 3
while stumbling on a lemon tree
the yellow shone a heaven glow
and golden rays enshadow me
that takes apart my happy soul
Diljeev Jan 21
It was last year
the day they embrace
their love,
all of them,
it was then
I declared my own.
Seeds were sown,
In the sun then
her face shone,
it was me alone
who could see,
the seeds growing
into our sweet union's tree.
But as fate would have it,
it's their union's fruits
that the tree bore,
and it was almost as if
an encounter with death
deep inside my core,
there was rebirth then,
a man with the whole earth
to his name as if,
it is indeed land galore,
to sow seeds
until one day a tree grows
just like it's seeds it's pure,
bearing fruits
it should've always bore.
Karijinbba Oct 2020
Who am I? I am indigenous
Purhēcha poetess butterfly.
Monarch butterflies arrive at
my homeland where bees make
wild sweet honey bestest.
Exotic Guamuchil fruits, chinese granadas; avocados grow too
amazing livestock makes best meat.
Michoacán’s tourist
success owes
its magic to butterflies and food.
my indigenous people thrive
in oxigen abundant land.
My people's joyous mind state
is contagious.
Every year between the months
of October and March, 20 million monarch butterflies migrate
to my forest land Michoacán
from all over North America,
traveling up to 3,000 kilometers
(1,864 miles) to spend the winter
in my State's mountains.

Monarchs arrive, covering so many acres changing color to my forest land  from jougle green to orange black,
phenomenon that attracts tourists from world wide lands..

Butterflies visit Hello Poetry
from many a lands too!
Reading writing poetry to
this poet's cyber home land
where I donate in waives
for in waives I breathe in-n-out

In waives poets read my stories
and in waives butterflies
come and go.
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By:Karijinbba
Copy Rights apply /2020.
In waives life comes and goes in cycles reincarnate
Monarch butterfly
Michoacán fores land Mexico
Purhēpecha
Marla Dantes Aug 2020
Sitting in a grove, meditating
under shade. Take a
deep breath and watch
your worries float away.
Millions of sunrises
grace the eye as vibrant waves
flutter to and fro-
Fanciful palettes of
red, orange, and gold.
Beautiful harbingers of joy
that rain down from above;
cosmic seeds blissfully
brimming out sheer love.
Feel the life force
coursing underneath your thighs
while this connection being forged
helps you soar and reach the sky.
All along, we’ve been
fruits of the same tree.
We’ve always known each other;
what’s inside of you is but
another part of me.
hybridstorm Jul 2020
Hey future,
I need you to listen to me,
I yearn for splashes of colors
for I have traces invisible
I work for hands reliable
for I need to have what it takes for the undescribable
I try to get things all nice and glowy
so please make them sliced yet flowy.

                                                         ­            -storm-
Future-the mind boggler.
-elixir- Jun 2020
The sun blares upon me,
as I gather my fruits
from the tree of life.
My body aches and
perspires and I go on,
picking them for my future.
The gloom of this mundane,
sets into my mind,
as I toil in the heat.
I yearn for the rain,
to come and cleanse
me of this toil
and let me enjoy,
the fruits.
we go about gathering things all our life yet don't feel satisfied.
Ashlyn Yoshida Apr 2020
Cherry plums for the small goat
Pits for the large chicken
Milk and water
Bury; slaughter

Remember to call me when it's done.
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