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vonny Apr 23
golden brown leaves fall delicately from a tree
warm hands pointing at fluffy white clouds
the feeling of back against the grassy ground
fluttering hearts and long, drawn-out whispers
secrets spilled in the dead of night
trust is a dangerous chemical
and I have given you all of it
wrote this with my best friend in mind <3
J E A Cole Apr 11
In fear of sad lines, I reach for the purple ink.


There opens a meadow on the Skye, sea-scented, growing.
A lighthouse in the distance, running fiercely, envelopes the shade.
Birds, insects, earth, grass, moist, bushes, flowers, sea, skies, clouds, sun, wind, light, shadow, view, smells, sounds, colours, touch, nakedness and body cry of happiness.






(But the lighthouse endures in silence.)






I'm happy, I'm solemn, I'm undisturbed.
Now is the only time to love the world.
In memoriam AVW
Marla Feb 25
Standing in the meadow
with tall leaves of grass,
flowers singing their siren songs
that echo through
crisscrossing paths.

Trees line the walkways
as Andromeda shines above-
she’s on a collision course
with everything that you love.

The fifth dimension calls
and, whether you’re ready or not,
eternity awaits your reply-

stars twinkle and shine
interspersed in the moon’s light,
flashing like diamonds
that continue to dot the night sky...

you look at a mirror in the meadow
and stare at your heart, it looks like
the Milky Way tearing itself apart.
A little chocolate for the heart chakra
as your soul tends to reminisce,
remembering the dreams
that never quite felt like this.
Josiah Bates Oct 2019
A daisy in a dragon flower meadow
water turns to lead
the air tastes metallic

A flower among weeds that grow so tall
a flower spreading seeds, hoping that, come fall
another daisy will bloom.

Come, fall, to the dragon flower meadow,
so that what we said when we were alone
will at last, like dust, settle.
ok okay Oct 2019
We stood hand in hand by the meadow up the hill.
It was almost as if time stood still.
I wish this dream would never end.
So our love could flourish with our flower bed.
I said ‘please don’t leave, I love you so.’
She replied ‘I love you too, but now I must go’
this is part of a book i am writing
ok okay Sep 2019
A meadow made for lovers
Between nowhere and forever
Beneath the fragile stars
We spot fireflies and share our most inner thoughts
Silence is the greatest sympathy the earth gives
I can only wonder what we will dream about
Tonight this flower bed will be ours
imagination is fun  !
Rochelle Foles May 2019
her grandmother        stood at the window in the kitchen

             the corners of her mouth turned up into
                  an unconscious slight smile
                  at the sight
                             of a spinning yellow blur  
                              under the big oak
                              in the middle of the pasture
                              surrounded by green grasses
                                                       wonderous hues of wildflowers

she quietly called out to grandad
                             come see this

                the lanky cowboy sauntered in
                             from the breezeway
                             with his umpteenth cup of coffee
                              peered at the blur of yellow
                              
                              opened the side door
                              stepped out on the deck beside the metal glider and
                                   called out in his smooth baritone voice

                                      sheeeeeelllllliiii...
                                      sheeeeeelllllliiii  lllllloooooooooo...
                                      


she might have
                             been 4
                                   or perhaps five

              precious in the way
                  innocent girls that age are


               dressed in smocked yellow lawn
                                                white lace
                                                patent leather

                                                  up to her shins in spring grasses
    
      slowing her spin
      she turned toward her name

       her face radiant she took a wobbly step or two
      then broke into an off kilter run
                                                 arms stretched out before her

      he took a few long strides
bent his tall body low
offering a bent knee
                 wide open arms


she flew into them with all her might
                   knowing she would be caught
                   rough housed with
                   and given a wickereye

            





                   from the window her grandmother took it all in
                                sighed
                                said to herself
                                         hold this dear
                                         hold this snapshot of the soul
                          

                                         for.                           ever.
my granddad and i had a love-love-andmore-love based relationship.  he’s my greatest hero and the man John Wayne wished he was in real life.  we worshiped each other and i will forever and all ways n always hold him close in my heart.  what a lucky girl i’ve been!
Donna Mar 2019
I woke this morning
Smiling at all the chalets
In a big meadow
Catch up soon , I’m away this weekend at my seaside chalet with family xxxxxx
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