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Process by which plants make their food and clear our air using light,
They have no feet or hands but they make their food right,
Being self sufficient,I bet they've got no need to fight.
Nature is inspiring,
Birds always happily singing,
Guess their songs are never expiring,
And they're surely thankful for the air they breathe through photosynthesis,
Do we appreciate our trees enough?or maybe the point of their existence we miss?

Don't chop them off unless you       need to.
Kinda modified the definition to stress my point..
Abigail Shaw Oct 2015
My duvet is a map,
It remembers all I’ve said,
And I’ve slept here and loved here and cried here,
All of my demons, awake in this bed
And I know I’m selfish, I’m unkind,
But I won’t apologise for half my crimes,
Because you’re closed up like a fist,
Ready to strike,
But I’d still lay with you here,
And we can set our fear alight,
I keep waiting for the bad news,
In every declaration,
And do the ghosts of your past,
Saturate our conversations?
I can’t hear you singing in the shower,
But I know the sounds of your heart,
You’ve grown entangled in my muscles,
And to tear you apart,
Would be a haemorrhage,
I would be bleeding soul for hours,
But take all you want from me,
Don’t ever give me flowers,
I can’t stand to watch them wither,
And I never say goodbye,
I'll tattoo a garden on my body,
And those will never die.
Lilian Cortis Oct 2015
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i like your plants

plants grow well here

can you keep them happy

while you visit

your mom?

is there close by

a friend

you can trust

to water your plants?

live in your home

while you visit your mom?

why do you live

away from your mom?
Arcassin B Aug 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

Mother nature would be pleased
At the way we cut her trees,

Fascinated with the way
We bring machines to her domain,
That's a shame,
We bring her to shame,
Leaving her in pain,
Why do you do that?

You can't survive in the wilderness alone anyway,
if you want some shelter tonight ,I'd advise you stay,
You can't survive in the wilderness alone anyway,
people don't wanna die alone nowadays,

Sometimes we can't replace
All the things we take away,

Replacing nerves but
Can't take away the pain,
Must be a game ,
To you,
Maybe to gain fame,
Making love ones feel the strain,
Why do you do that?

You can't survive in the wilderness alone anyway,
if you want some shelter tonight ,I'd advise you stay,
You can't survive in the wilderness alone anyway,
people don't wanna die alone nowadays.
what's next mEP
Pax Aug 2015
I planted my seeds
And for three years it’s still a sprout
Struggling in a harsh environment.

Many have flourished
Around it,
mine was left behind
with its slow progress...
This is how I describe myself. How far I've grown as a functional person within  society's & my humanity's needs.

sorry for not being around much, Right now I am on my vacation time back here in the Philippines. So I'll be back in just few more weeks to go of my vacation time left... Be back in September...
cyanide skies Aug 2015
she smelled like clementines
the year the winter became floral
and when the springtime cropped
up skeletons of flowers
she couldn't use her imagination and
they told her it was fine they
told her that was that
and this was this
and it was time for the winter
to stop blooming
who had ever heard of a floral winter, anyway?
so she packed away those
ideas of flight
and the winters became poison ivy
winding, wrapping themselves
spineless but wicked
around and around until they rested there
right there in her chest
choking her heart.
**
When you put Water in my soil
My roots begin to expand
Hoping I can be inside a vase that you cherish
Hannah Meyer Aug 2015
You smell like mint and freshness
And I am so sorry I don't
I smell like plants and cigarettes and herbal teas
And you are my everything
And I am your nothing
cyanide skies Jun 2015
I tried to talk to caterpillars once
and when they didn’t talk back I thought
there was something wrong with me
but when they finally replied I
knew
there was something wrong with me
and maybe I tried to fix it
or maybe I didn’t
either way,
the fuzzy caterpillar voices
never stopped
and I tried my hardest
to avoid the tomato plants
skirting around them
in the garden of my thoughts
but there’s poison ivy around the edges
and I’m sick of the rashes
of losing it all to a half-bloomed rose
to the promise of growth
and the reality of a frozen season
of leaves being eaten
by the caterpillars
when I could’ve told them to stop.
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