#soil poems on Hello Poetry

Colm Oct 2019

Where painted rivers pick apart
The rocks and earthy soil

Carve bolden paths into meadow lands
With a crashing winding coil

Puddles form
And land deforms
Opportunities rise
And tidings fall

As beneath the growing chaos storm
My mind unwound
How I cannot help but be feel now
When the rain clouds burst on the Texas soil

True story - And the storm held off, thank God

https://youtu.be/G0aTF8im2t0

#when #the #rain #clouds #burst #texas #soil #flood #mind

Poetic T Oct 2019

We Walk Our Separate Paths

I'll never walk in your footsteps.
                         because you walked

that path and it was personal to you.

I may shadow you, as I take wonderment
          in the delicate breath of each moment

you trod upon the soil.

Showing that for some, we will never tread
               upon others imprints.

But we will not look above, but always
                     below to see that some paths
are worth following,
      stepping side by side to others life.

Make a path anew, follow the footsteps
                of others you look down too.

But every path is unique, no path trodden
                   is ever the same in life.

#life #soil #shadow #tread #footsteps #walked

III Sep 2019

Dirt For Skin

I wish to bury
     my toes like roots
     in the soil,

Breath in the crisp
     summer soaked air,
Ringing out a day's worth
     of yawning afternoon sun,

And fall back into
     the sleepless nights
That drifted into days
     that didn't matter.

#summer #sleep #night #soil

Anastasia Aug 2019

starlight

i will bathe you
in my starlight
like the stars
bathe the soil

#starlight #love #soil

Tammy Cusick Aug 2019

The Leap

Withered through these relinquished lips,
softly lays an embellished, embroidered, carcass.
Torn across flesh-like soil
caressing gently into this impermeable being,
you're only human.

So allowing in the presence of indigenous, oblique thoughts
slanting into the belly
never feeling so bare
the hunger deprives.
The nails of your eyes piercing into the forefront of mush you call a brain,
feeling the earth distinctively tremble with each step you chase closer to the ledge

Clutching onto the white knuckle breast
your hands pounding at your fingertips
its electric running through your veins
feeling it at the core
so helplessly, lost.

Your throat knots into one-thousand splinters
splicing relentlessly between your core
the wedge of your mortal body becomes noticeable to your soul
detaching,
jumping.

Slithering one step closer,
pull the rope
you leap
you rot

one more inch closer,
you can feel it
separating your surroundings from comfort ability
picking up between each breath
shaking at your own wake.

there you have it
at the brim of the edge
you've push yourself this close
whats one last jump out of this skin?

#human #flesh #soil #caressing #gentle #thoughts #brain #tremble #ledge #breast

Yolanda Jul 2019

Where do you come from?

Where do you come from?

Do I come from the land of my forefathers
Or am I the daughter of the soil

Nourished by the land of which I’m taught to toil

Or maybe I am a daughter of the moon connected in spirit

Where do you come from they ask?..

I am the daughter of a self employed man

I dare say from my mother’s womb

Where do you come from they ask...

A little planet called earth

I am a human..

A girl that grew into a woman

I am the daughter of the soil

Dipped in melanin,

I come from a land that flows with milk & honey

Africa my beloved
My heart
My home
This is who I am.

#people #soil #humanity #questions #existence

Ken Pepiton Jul 2019

Corso sowed this seed in me

Were your mind the soil from which words rise,
autochthonic,

filled with meaning-ment-al
ready to write asif

you exist, dear reader, and know
autochthonic
people are some different from

Gaijins, gegenes, genetical offspring of Gaia,
I imagine, gollum mud men, goy-soulish sorts,

were, once thought,
asreal as death itself, by those in the know;

but

we never know ever, ever being as it is and

this being mortality,
the act of dying,

asif we were seeds, words whispered in darkness,

come and see. Buy of me gold,
without money,
without price.

Grace, take it for granted, and grow on.
Become that which the seed demanded you to be,

when autochthonic was re
cognized as some word Nunzio Corso knew, but you

never heard of him.

https://allpoetry.com/Gregory-Corso -- How many poets have I never heard, who found solace in such a once dark word by adding self. Self-chthonic, almost spontaneous generation of more than existed before the word came to be known, and shared, just in case you never gave it any thought.

#auto #self #soil #dirt #substrate #wait

kieran dacey boylan Jun 2019

Soil and Sun

From the earth a kingdom rose;
Not of bricks nor made of mortar
But of seed, and soil and sun
And of sweat and stone and water.
A garden waits within my hand;
Tomorrow's paradise concealed.
All I need is time and land
Until my heaven be revealed.

#gardening #life #soil #sun #water

Poetic T May 2019

We Are From The Same Source

We all blossom together,
             even though our fragrance
                                             is different.

Individually were are all from the same soil,
                                  breathing the same air.
Though we may grow differently,

                             we are all from the same source.

#one #source #soil #blossom #frafgrance