#park poems on Hello Poetry

Night Flyer May 2014

In the depths of azure of my mystical dream
The warm summer winds that pull me downstream
On a river of gold that runs through my mind
Past billowing curtains of tropical vines
To a verdant green garden that captures my eye
Neath the circling dance of the birds in the sky
My poetry goddess, she waits for me there
So graceful in form with a beauty so rare
She’s calling me back with a warm serenade
From heavenly meadows of blossoming jade
In the depths of azure of my mystical dream
And the warm summer winds that pull me downstream.

This poem was inspired by my walks at Botanical Park in Plantation, FL. It is a very pleasant, serene park with lots of exotic trees.

#nature #summer #muse #park #florida #goddess

Stephanie Marasco May 2014

The Nature of Music

The gentle breeze of the light melody

Frolicking in my ears

Dancing and laughing as it sways its path into my subconscious

Whole notes stretch out and lay their long bodies

Beside me on the fields

As sticottos run and play in the tall grass.

Half notes brush by

Moving the vibrant flowers into their own beat.

The sharps laugh

as they swing the quarter notes high into the vast sky

Flats let out a chuckle as they push the melody

down the gleaming silver slide.

Music entrances me in their fantasy

Weaving their dreams

Into the very life around them.

#nature #music #park

Night Flyer Apr 2014

A Greater Treasure

Worn coral paths of history
Wind gently neath the evening shadows
In this warm land of mystery
And restless site of ancient battles.

Deep turquoise blue of daylight fades
To twilight's sea of scarlet gold
Walk I, alone, by windy glades
As evening's symphony enfolds.

The palm trees sway in tropic breeze
As golden Luna starts her rise
If you were here, this heart you'd please
I search for you in endless skies.

But you're not here, my search in vain
As Luna shines her brilliant glow
This gold moonlight can't rid the pain
Of love that fled so long ago.

So stars, keep burning all night long
My bruised heart's song is silenced mute
The heavens cannot right this wrong
Nor offer calming substitute.

The shining stars, I'll gladly miss
To your warm kiss, they cannot measure
The bright heavens offer no bliss
Your sweet caress, a greater treasure.

This poem was an attempt to capture feelings of yearning I was feeling for the intimacy of my past relationships while taking a late afternoon walk in a tropical park in Florida.

#yearning #memories #stars #sky #loneliness #park

Matthew P Beron Apr 2014

Padma

I met her in Cameron Park
I don't remember her name
but i call her Padma
(padma is the sacret lotus)
she was a little asian girl
about 9 years old
her mother was going
to the food co-op
and she let padma stay
with me in the park
we shared a sandwich
she probably shouldn't have
accepted food from strangers
but I guess by that point
we weren't strangers
we fed the pigeons and a squirrel
she told me she was going
to dance lessons later that day
she showed all the moves
in very french sounding names
she loved dancing
and she was great at it
we talked about God
funny thing to talk about
with a 9-year old
but whe was eager to tell me
about the Buddha
I told her I liked Buddha too
but that I didnt't
believe in God
she ******* believe
that I didn't belive in God
but she said that
some day I would see
"look at the sun" she said
"look at the tree"
"look at the pigeons"
"their feathers"
"is that not the work of God?"
I could not disagree
and I didn't have the heart
to say
"lool at that homeless guy"
"look at the front page of the paper"
"drugs"
"war"
"****"
"******"
I didn't have the heart to tarnish
her heart of gold

#girl #god #lotus #dancing #park #little #pigeons #buddhism #budda

Amelia Apr 2014

echo parque

elotes jingling ringing by
ponies munching grass
inevitable sticky arm
pointing to the sky
watching Cooper's pass

buses exhale noxious fumes
singing greasy axle tunes
grainy walk beneath our feet
offers something more than supple street

something more than supple street
something more we can't defeat
a burning penny in blue-tile sky
a charred lily in our green water supply
a pyroclastic flow of people
i'd love to meet
i'd love to meet
i'd love to meet

#park #echo #los #angeles #lakes

Lauren Rayne Apr 2014

Giants

She walked between them
A quiet murmur in the middle
Of two rolling thunderstorms
Spitting lightning back and forth
Both bright and accurate
Fluid execution, points spot on.

These titans were not unrelieved
In this tournament of wisdom
For their little murmur would peep
And they would silence their thundering
Hold still their lightening
And listen.

She reveled in the time they shared
Though when asked of the future
She was hesitant.
These giants could travel the world
These giants should carry on
Without her dull murmuring.

This hesitation would certainly
Not be lost on them
And just as the murmur began again,
The giants hoisted her
To the height at which they roamed
And for a moment she believed
She could be one of them.

She felt at home here amongst
These giants and their wit,
Still remaining a murmur.
Somehow it was bearable
If only she could
Continue to exist in such
Magnificent shadows.

#love #friendship #caring #park #intelligence #support

Castiel Apr 2014

Flurries

There is a girl
on a bench in the park
at the edge of the town.
She is young.
Little ringlets of copper brown
frame her delicate face.
Wide eyes of the purest sky blue
scan the trees.
She is looking for something.

She stands up
and straightens her skirt.
Her legs shiver,
and her socks grow heavy with water.
Nobody is around to question her,
about why she's out in the snowstorm.
She wouldn't answer anyway;
she's too focused.
She is looking for something.

Cautious steps now.
The ground is slippery with ice.
Her boots do not hold
because they are too worn from walking.
Finally she reaches it,
the edge of the sidewalk.
She peers intently into the grove.
Her blue eyes narrow.
She is looking for something.

All is silent,
except for the flurries of snow.
Before long there is a blanket on the ground.
It is thick powdery snow.
It collects in her boots and on her scarf,
and she shudders as the ice
presses against her porcelain skin.
But she is silent, focused.
She is looking for something.

After a moment,
she steps back and sighs.
There is a slight smile on her lips.
Her nose is red and drippy with cold.
Still, she is silent,
though not by choice.
She has no one to talk with.
It's barren.
She has found what she was looking for.

What it was I can't say.
Either I don't know,
or it's not my place,
or you could ask her yourself.
But there is a girl
on a bench in the park
at the edge of town,
and she is happy.

Me again, this time with what I think is a pretty satisfying long one that I'm really proud of.
Maybe another of Ignis's? I don't know. I'm too tired to figure anything out. Gahhh.

#girl #happy #happiness #snow #cold #perspective #long #park #outlook #castiel #snowfall #blizzard #bench

Labyrinth Mar 2014

Interpretation

I had a dream,

There was a sunset,
It's the end,
It's time to rest,

There was a playground,
It's an escape from reality,
It's meditation after a personal conflict,

There was embrace,
It's the need for affection,

There was warmth,
It's happiness for where I am,
It's hope and unconditional love,

There was a sorry,
It's for mistreating you,
It's for hurting you,

There was you.
And there was me.

The marmalade light was settling in across a lonely playground. I was standing there, looking at the playground until I spotted a shadowed figure on a swing. I began to stroll to that mysterious person until I saw his face. The face was so familiar, his wondrous lips, his soft cheekbones, his affectionate nose, his curved jaws and his pondering eyes… It was Norman. I stood there watching him sit on the swing, his eyes looking back at me. I ran in for a strong embrace, he hugging me back the moment the tip of our fingers touched. My arms wrapping around him, like all the warmth and goodness of the world was being given to me. It felt so sincere, beautiful and heating.

I began to close my body onto his like two small puzzle pieces finally finding their true partner after too many trial and errors. My arms cling passionately onto his strong, calm shoulders. And my legs swinging from the other end of the wooden swing. Norman then began to converse to me, converse to me like he never had before. ‘I’m sorry’, he sensitively tells me ‘that I’m never there for you’. I don’t utter a single word or a single sound, all I needed to know was that he was sorry, and that he really did love me. I was so desperate to cry, but was so very warm, I felt like this was where I belonged, my home; on an empty playground with a handsome sun setting on its horizon giving a burning glow, and the boy I loved sitting on a broken swing, waiting for someone to take him away.

It was all quiet then, him just looking at the sun as if it was giving its last golden glow to the world, me enfolding into him like he was a child I had lost for so many years. And while the world was silently meditating, a million thoughts leisurely oozed into my mind like rich, dark chocolate lovingly melting onto fresh, red strawberries. Perhaps he wasn't there for me because he was busy with school, perhaps he was busy with drama, or perhaps he was busy... too busy…. talking to that girl that he is so adoringly devoted to.

The thought stayed inside my mind, touching every corner of my imagination. But, for some unknown reason, I had no feeling of envy or loathe towards her. Yet I could feel an aura of pure jealously hitting me. The figure sending those vibes, gave a tremendous shadow as he stood in front of the orange, vanishing sun. Watching me and Norman as we tightly embraced. The figure made me scared, like the night was already reining over the world.

30.03.2014
My Norman No More

#love #dream #reality #embrace #warmth #sunset #interpretation #apology #park