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What a wonderful world
we all get to see.
Traveling and living
all so free.

Breathing fresh air
and the sun shining down.
Pearly white clouds in the sky
and bright green grass on the ground.

Experiencing life, love, laughter,
and all of this gift has to give.
We should all be grateful
we have had a chance to live.
Abigail Hobbs Jan 11
Whispy leaves
Tendrils of grass
Frozen upon them
are droplets like glass
After a bitter night
they greet the sun at last
01/07/19
cypress Jan 3
pick me up properly
changing infancy energy

clarified butter
1 cup mint
3 parts nasturtium

once grass
seemed deeper
now
prized, contained

bite bitter
pungent fever
shifty roots

dependent
austere
it is todays found forms
claire Dec 2018
the path
before us

winds & loops

it is trodden
but not overused

mulch & grass
line the walkway
subtle foliage

flowers & ferns

the sunlight stretches
across the trail

hand in hand
we stroll along
Pyrrha Dec 2018
He looks at me like a wolf stalking its prey
Expecting a reaction out of me when he kisses her
The sad thing is she looks like a cricket and he looks like a ***** mole rat
He has the attention spand of a goldfish
She has the intelligence of a blade of grass

How could I be jealous when people treat me like treasured gold?
Crystal Freda Dec 2018
she looked at
the azure sky
and mantis grasses.
mountains so gray,
and glaucous lakes
so long
colors so vibrant
like colored
by a crayon.
ChrisE Nov 2018
the frost made a pretty frosting glaze over the stiff grass
the wind nipped at my warm face and gathered at where my nose met the breeze
my nostrils inhaled the icy air particles
its winter now
it was 1 degrees Celsius in Madrid this morning
arian Nov 2018
So, tell me, lover
Why did you
Choose the impossible
And walk away
After watering the grass,
Making the grow wild?
juliet Nov 2018
the grass is always greener
on the other side of the fence
these are the rules
i don’t make them
somebody is always going to be better than me
should i look up or down?
to the glowing sun
or the deep blue sea?
this is the blood, sweat, tears
of thirteen years
of hate and love for myself
this is the breaking
this is the growing
this is the healing
this is the faking of my feelings
against who i am inside
the grass is always greener
on the other side of the fence
in their ocean eyes i see the
future and in mine i see the past
in their hands i see pure bravery and
in mine i see brute strength and no control
and on their face i see and angel
on mine i see a spectre in
a twisted mask
that chips off
with every single one
of my tears
the grass is always greener
on the other side of the fence
from this side of paradise
all you see is my broken heart
and your hands quickly sew it back
as another stitch rips.
the grass is always greener
when you are on the other side
because no flowers would ever grow
if never washed with rain
the moon is always brighter
when the sun is there to shine
on its beautiful, silver face
that would be hidden by our
shadows till it melted into
space. this is the breaking
this is the growing
this is the healing
this is the alpha
this is the omega
this is the end.
S Nirmal Kumar Nov 2018
Swaying blades of grass
Tenderly await
Grazing cattle
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