The sun sets low behind the trees
The sight of it bringing you to your knees
The trees branches still bare of leaves
Gives the sky a hauntingly beautiful glow
And your thankful to have been there to see the sunset beneath the trees
To be brought to your knees by the outstanding beauty that's nature
Seen a few lovely Sunsets lately on way home from work.
Fight, or flight.
These two instincts drive humanity.
Fight, or flight.
Some people have the tendency to fight,
They are the ones who stick it out, who are there when you don’t want them to be.
They are the ones holding your hand when you’ve pushed everyone away.
They are the strong ones.
Some people have the tendency to fly.
They are labeled as flight risks.
We run away when there’s trouble, we overthink everything, we cannot trust our instincts.
We have been hurt by past trauma,
And this trauma has caused our walls to become impenetrable.
We run, because we are scared.
Do not let us run.
Fight for us.
We need help.
SD 2.5.18
I'm a force of nature.
I will rip you open and tear away your soul.
Why should I be the only one that isn't whole.
Is it that I want you or is it the fact I don't know how to love you at all.
In return I myself do not know how to love, and then there was you.
You kept me wild but just enough and took all the pieces from my broken heart.
You showed me how love should have been from the start.
April 16h
Inhale,
Exhale,
Take in the cold,
Let it deep into your lungs,
Feel the mist against your skin,
A new flurry of feelings,
Your arms tingle,
With each breath more heat rose in puffs of white vapor
The frigid wind pokes you like icy fingers and wraps around you like a shawl woven from the snow itself,
The tip of your nose is no longer there,
The laughing wind creeps up to you,
following you up the mountains,
hissing at the warmth of your body,
The wind whistles and snow sings as it falls,
The wolves howl and the bears snore,
The leaves crunch and the branches snap,
They all come together yo create the beautiful song of winter,
But alas, only you can hear
It’s seems as if my mind always returns to nature.
Born  a child
of the wind
I've heard the ocean
in a conch shell
Just like a man
I've seen an ocean
run away

A  vanguard
wintertide Daffodil
reaches up
towards sunlight,
awakening aneath
sparkling powdered
snow white
  
Crouched
on bended knees
and frozen teardrops,
cold yellow petals
pressed longingly
to frosty red ear

Beholding
the sublime
essence of velvet
yellowness,
and like the ocean
in a seashell,
I hear the moment
of springtime
come by here



harlon rivers ... late-winter ... 2018
Post Script ―

If by chance you've read: "Snowflakes on a Lone Daffodil"
"The Moment  of Springtime" is the companion piece.
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2370292/snowflakes-on-a-lone-daffodil/

Even though the snow got much deeper these past days,
the sunshine has visited a time or two and the forces of nature
bestow a powerful synergy... pulling nascence from winter darkness
into the light


Thanks for reading
A middle-aged couple
Stares out their front window
Happily watching the workers
Busy on their front lawn, digging a hole.

They had lived in this neighborhood
For three years
With their three precious daughters,
The family dog, and only two trees.

The mother would often complain
Because the houses looked bare
The father was sad,
Said the air was stale.

But they know well that each day that brings a trial
Brings a blessing, too.
Today, the dog is barking
And there's plenty of work to do.

Still, they smile.
Because today they get a brand new tree.
moon 1d
I just want to be able to live.

To wake up to the sun,
shined in between my windows.

To feel the wind touching my,
easily scarred skin.

To stand in between,
all these tall trees.

To stare at the sunset,
and how the sky's blue fades.

To watch the stars come out,
along with the moon by their side.

And to thought of how lucky I am,
to exist and witness.

God's ethereal painting,
and remarkable piece of art.

I am so lucky to be a human.
I am so lucky to be drawn on His beautiful canvas.
For when I thought I was lucky to exist. [ Nature is the only reason why I found this world a beautiful place. ] Well, this is just a very cliché poem about how much of a nature lover I am.

ㅡn.s
Wipe off the makeup, let down the hair.
Take off my clothes, til everything's bare.
Dig under the flesh, dig under the bones.
Lock myself in a room, make sure I'm alone.. and let it all go...
I need to find myself, my passion and my pride.
To do what fits me best, other opinions aside.  
All of my life i lived to impress, they told me what to love,  they told me how to dress.
But I'm taking it all off, you can laugh and you can scoff.
But ill learn to be happy on my terms this time, I'll make myself proud, I'll make this life mine.
So dig under the flesh, dig deep in my heart.
Cut me down with your words but I won't fall apart.
Shocked? I thought you would be,
Cuz all of my life i hid behind jealousy.
But of what? The fake mask of beauty we call makeup?
But its time for my soul to wake up.
To find happiness in the nature of me, naked and alone, but I'm finally free.
For this is the closest to myself I've ever been.
My soul smiles and says "It's nice to see you again"
And I find myself smiling back... It's good to be home.
There's a hole under a tree,
The tree is alive and thriving,
I must get in the hole to be like the tree.

I look down,
There's a rabbit underneath.  
Ears down,
Shaking & shivering.

She warns me to stay out,
The tree is a trick.
In a forest of beauty,
We're told to follow suit.

With blazers and button downs,
Copies of experience in hand.
This tree we see is tall and strong,
But we are all tangled at the roots.
Wish I could post a picture with this one.  Drew it while sitting at a desk that I didn't want to sit in no more.
Natural disasters flow like Water. either naturally or what we consider to be natural like water from a faucet. The nature behind the definition natural used to be so concrete like telling the difference between an earthquake and thunder but lately it bends so flexible that now it’s like telling the difference between a 6 and a 9, but you know what they say, your actions and answers changes depending on what side of the disaster you're on. I realized my definition and vocabulary was about to be tested when I saw him. Nothing about our encounter was natural except for our reactions. Normally we're supposed to look at them Aurora Borealis like their presence is a gift from God but naturally, I look at him like a rooted tree looks at a thunderstorm while he looks at me the same way a tsunami looks at a beach house. I'm just trying to survive while he.......  I'm trying still to decide what he wanted. Was he trying to do what he sees as natural now or was he trying to protect and serve God, The Earth, His Life?  Either way, I know how natural disaster stories end and I don't want to end up like Louisiana to Katrina, like Haiti to the earthquake, like Eric Garner to the NYPD. That word natural is so abused and misused, the word they really mean is normal. It is normal for all kings to get taken down, like King Charles the 1st, King Richard the 1st, African Kingdoms, Rodney King, Martin Luther King. I want to keep having natural endings and not normal ones, I rather want the debate of "was that sound a heartbreak or an earthquake" and not " was that the sound thunder or another black body hitting concrete". In today's society, natural and normal trade blows and dance around each other so much we ignore the chaos their tornado creates. I can very much so be another victim of the normal slash new natural tornado and hang my name up in the clouds next to a rip hashtag and have it blow away the next day. Instead, I hand over my genetic recipe to the elemental force and hope that it doesn't return to the melanin back to the earth. normally the statistics aren't in my favor nor is it in the favor for black bodies but today nature rooted for me, it didn't promise me a forever, but it helped me weather this storm. weather if you are looking at this situation as a 6 or a 9. This shouldn't be the new normal. Today I survive, and hopefully, there will be a nature to help others do so too.
This is about when I was pulled over on a bike around the corner from home
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