#cedar - Hello Poetry

The storm brought it down last week. Roots up like a hand still asking something of the dark. I sat on the trunk at dusk. Wet came through my jeans. The dogs moved ahead in the grass. Cedar keeps its smell even dying. Sharp, clean, a little sweet. The kind that stays on your skin after work is done. Dew held to every blade. What light was left caught there. Somewhere in the timber a branch knocked slow against another. Ants traveled the split bark as if the fallen thing were still giving orders. Moss took what it could. Rot worked low and patient in the grain. The wind came through steady, enough to move the fir tops and make the whole wood speak under its breath. You feel small in that kind of light. Not ashamed. Just measured. I stayed until the moon came ghostly through cloud and every trunk went black as stove iron. Then I stood. The ants kept on.

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Apr 15

Apr 15, 2026 at 4:33 PM UTC

doc_mabuse

What the Cedar Kept

The storm brought it down last week. Roots up like a hand still asking something of the dark. I sat on the trunk at dusk. Wet came through my jeans. The dogs moved ahead in the grass. Cedar keeps its smell even dying. Sharp, clean, a little sweet. The kind that stays on your skin after work is done. Dew held to every blade. What light was left caught there. Somewhere in the timber a branch knocked slow against another. Ants traveled the split bark as if the fallen thing were still giving orders. Moss took what it could. Rot worked low and patient in the grain. The wind came through steady, enough to move the fir tops and make the whole wood speak under its breath. You feel small in that kind of light. Not ashamed. Just measured. I stayed until the moon came ghostly through cloud and every trunk went black as stove iron. Then I stood. The ants kept on.

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i miss my favourite place in the world nuzzled in your anchoring arms i miss my favourite scent in the world the smell of vanilla and cedar bark i miss my favourite smile in the world the way your eyes would light up i miss my favourite person in the world my feelings keep me tied up

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Dec 30, 2025

Dec 30, 2025 at 10:59 AM UTC

munybee

Favourite

i miss my favourite place in the world nuzzled in your anchoring arms i miss my favourite scent in the world the smell of vanilla and cedar bark i miss my favourite smile in the world the way your eyes would light up i miss my favourite person in the world my feelings keep me tied up

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Under the cedar next to my house is a bench -- for new encounters.

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May 14, 2022

May 14, 2022 at 3:43 AM UTC

Zywa

[ Under the cedar ]

Under the cedar next to my house is a bench -- for new encounters.

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The springs offer no explanation that cannot be heeded. My feet meet the water, which absorbs those sins that have calloused my soles. The sight of you across the bank, under the cedar Chills me with a sharp current. I will never know why the cold water Surrenders me softly to the Earth, But grips me at the heart When you appeared below the trees among Their fallen leaves. There are salamanders that live in the creek, But they are so small, and exist so profoundly in the water That only the people who have used their lives searching- To protect them- Have ever seen these blind animals. You have never noticed me at the river, But the river knows that I'm here To guard the stretch of Earth that keeps us at our ends.

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Aug 6, 2017

Aug 6, 2017 at 2:38 PM UTC

chippedtooth

Bathing

The springs offer no explanation that cannot be heeded. My feet meet the water, which absorbs those sins that have calloused my soles. The sight of you across the bank, under the cedar Chills me with a sharp current. I will never know why the cold water Surrenders me softly to the Earth, But grips me at the heart When you appeared below the trees among Their fallen leaves. There are salamanders that live in the creek, But they are so small, and exist so profoundly in the water That only the people who have used their lives searching- To protect them- Have ever seen these blind animals. You have never noticed me at the river, But the river knows that I'm here To guard the stretch of Earth that keeps us at our ends.

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I want to hold you And trap you in the sap of these pines Because I know you would not run, You find beauty in the ugliest of places. I want to lock you in a cedar box And leave you be until you beg my name Because I know you like the smell, You always were more with nature than I. I want to hang you up in a great oak For the whole world to see Because I know you think you're wretched, But you're beautiful to me.

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May 2, 2017

May 2, 2017 at 9:10 AM UTC

insomniatrical

Forested

I want to hold you And trap you in the sap of these pines Because I know you would not run, You find beauty in the ugliest of places. I want to lock you in a cedar box And leave you be until you beg my name Because I know you like the smell, You always were more with nature than I. I want to hang you up in a great oak For the whole world to see Because I know you think you're wretched, But you're beautiful to me.

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She has a heart of cedar color And dreams in shades of peony and lotus stems. She leaves the smell of cyclamen and ripe apricots Behind her, Those who are crying in the shadows of Magnolias Are finding a shelter within her. Sometimes I imagine that I'm the sea foam That is touching her ankles And the air that envelops her lips, Absorbing her every move, That is reflected in the mosaic of her pupils. Her thoughts are sleeping in the depths of my veins, In every pore that absorbs her voice I can hear her breathing. I remain frozen in her existence And in the contours of her shadow, All of what I have seek so far I have found in every thing on which she brushed. After all, I'm just a pale reflection of the stars In her night sky, The dying firefly in her garden Of white poppies and wild rose hips.

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Jun 4, 2015

Jun 4, 2015 at 6:08 AM UTC

maja-sabljak

Love No. 3

She has a heart of cedar color And dreams in shades of peony and lotus stems. She leaves the smell of cyclamen and ripe apricots Behind her, Those who are crying in the shadows of Magnolias Are finding a shelter within her. Sometimes I imagine that I'm the sea foam That is touching her ankles And the air that envelops her lips, Absorbing her every move, That is reflected in the mosaic of her pupils. Her thoughts are sleeping in the depths of my veins, In every pore that absorbs her voice I can hear her breathing. I remain frozen in her existence And in the contours of her shadow, All of what I have seek so far I have found in every thing on which she brushed. After all, I'm just a pale reflection of the stars In her night sky, The dying firefly in her garden Of white poppies and wild rose hips.

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Well I don't know how it happened You just forgot, I guess The pain receded I kept breathing And now... I wish I hadn't seen that It hurts to see you function I hate to watch you love ... I really hate to watch you love. I wish you hadn't kissed me In the wind Genuine surprise coursing through my veins I thought those sort of kisses were myths, all My heart might have stopped I wish you hadn't let me in Serenades and rusty blades Dreams and phone calls Roller coasters and secret beer The similarities bring me down Why can't my soul mate stay my friend? I hate the way you make me love you. Every word, I miss the drawl I used to talk that way. My twangy southern voice has left and so has my love of spontaneity You've wrecked it all All I have is Anger for your smile Exploration You touched my bones Leave me alone.

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Apr 22, 2014

Apr 22, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC

blessedbylight

My heart was once in the south

Well I don't know how it happened You just forgot, I guess The pain receded I kept breathing And now... I wish I hadn't seen that It hurts to see you function I hate to watch you love ... I really hate to watch you love. I wish you hadn't kissed me In the wind Genuine surprise coursing through my veins I thought those sort of kisses were myths, all My heart might have stopped I wish you hadn't let me in Serenades and rusty blades Dreams and phone calls Roller coasters and secret beer The similarities bring me down Why can't my soul mate stay my friend? I hate the way you make me love you. Every word, I miss the drawl I used to talk that way. My twangy southern voice has left and so has my love of spontaneity You've wrecked it all All I have is Anger for your smile Exploration You touched my bones Leave me alone.

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