#dragonfly - Hello Poetry

A little dragonfly sat on a stalklet. She tried to find a vivifying cool. The sun was scorching, hot and scalding. No one could outstay for long in full. That poor stalklet was so dry and woeful. Under the soft breeze it could turn to dust. The dragonfly was tired and marcid And had to sit on stalklet at the last. I pray the sun stop scorching all at once, Give cool a little bit, stop shining. I pray the sun being mercy for in need. And save the little dragonfly from dieing. And I’m as this dragonfly myself. My stalklet’s dry. It almost turns to dust. I’m waiting for a miracle. I’m utter fool. I know it’s stupid, but I somehow trust.

A little dragonfly sat on a stalklet. She tried to find a vivifying cool. The sun was scorching, hot and scalding. No one could outstay for long in full. That poor stalklet was so dry and woeful. Under the soft breeze it could turn to dust. The dragonfly was tired and marcid And had to sit on stalklet at the last. I pray the sun stop scorching all at once, Give cool a little bit, stop shining. I pray the sun being mercy for in need. And save the little dragonfly from dieing. And I’m as this dragonfly myself. My stalklet’s dry. It almost turns to dust. I’m waiting for a miracle. I’m utter fool. I know it’s stupid, but I somehow trust.

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Jan 31, 2025

Jan 31, 2025 at 3:04 PM UTC

LoveMelody

Little dragonfly

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Three hundred million years to them we are nothing mere children a whisper on the breeze echoes of a song, that started long ago it has no lyric, for it is older than words the sound of sky and water tall green trees and waving grass they sang it to the dinosaurs when the world was new in turn, our time will pass as all things do but they will carry on unchanging and unconcerned humming the tune of their endless dragonfly summer

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Jan 24, 2024

Jan 24, 2024 at 11:21 AM UTC

Three hundred million years to them we are nothing mere children a whisper on the breeze echoes of a song, that started long ago it has no lyric, for it is older than words the sound of sky and water tall green trees and waving grass they sang it to the dinosaurs when the world was new in turn, our time will pass as all things do but they will carry on unchanging and unconcerned humming the tune of their endless dragonfly summer

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colorful winged flight silenced at its end of life dragonfly graced us

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Oct 23, 2023

Oct 23, 2023 at 10:21 PM UTC

elaina

dragonfly ~haiku

colorful winged flight silenced at its end of life dragonfly graced us

Cut so deep I thought I forgot how to breathe A pain so real, a comfort it has become Self-sabotage at its finest But what if this time, it works out for the best? A song so sad, just enough to get me down How do you feel when you get high? Do you think of me, when the time feels right? Driving past my house wondering who's truck is in the driveway A bandaid that only covers the pain To deal with it would break me But here I am Spilling my vulnerabilities like word ***** onto a page Past lovers wondering who my words are about I carry many heartbreak tales with me Secrets of each that I keep to myself Because I once was messy, but now I am found

Cut so deep I thought I forgot how to breathe A pain so real, a comfort it has become Self-sabotage at its finest But what if this time, it works out for the best? A song so sad, just enough to get me down How do you feel when you get high? Do you think of me, when the time feels right? Driving past my house wondering who's truck is in the driveway A bandaid that only covers the pain To deal with it would break me But here I am Spilling my vulnerabilities like word ***** onto a page Past lovers wondering who my words are about I carry many heartbreak tales with me Secrets of each that I keep to myself Because I once was messy, but now I am found

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Sep 9, 2023

Sep 9, 2023 at 11:17 PM UTC

Ashdacat

the old me.

17

a small dragonfly skims the lazy afternoon blue on white lillies

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Aug 3, 2023

Aug 3, 2023 at 7:09 AM UTC

a small dragonfly skims the lazy afternoon blue on white lillies

(un)becoming of Civilisation

The dragonfly that perches on your finger, on the wall, at the doorstep, like still life human history, on the page, close to the vines, balancing atop that blue teacup, fanning steam as time slips, whistles, rips like stitches twisted, which unravelled, like a wish you made last summer when horses snickered, reined by steel knights sweating and kissing gloved hands, ladies laughing over earl grey tea and shipped silk, the dragonfly danced upon melancholic waters what is skulking in the moist darkness must come forth and answer how one equates infinite and none, vain, like history, snow, and gold, before sung poetry from the old — to live one’s life for something, you say, is to live one’s life alone for something what is repeated, wars and manipulation, mutual destruction, human reproduction, drilling and penetrating, with rhythm and with force, Is intrinsically obscene, the mechanics ancient and ****** beastly brutal and brutally simple – the human wheel of time dawn broke over churning waters, a cycle of chalky, foamed flowers grew and died, quivering is the white fish washed ashore twitching, pulsating, then stilled the dragonfly, sensing death, skitters away

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May 2, 2021

May 2, 2021 at 10:40 AM UTC

SummerBlues

The dragonfly that perches on your finger, on the wall, at the doorstep, like still life human history, on the page, close to the vines, balancing atop that blue teacup, fanning steam as time slips, whistles, rips like stitches twisted, which unravelled, like a wish you made last summer when horses snickered, reined by steel knights sweating and kissing gloved hands, ladies laughing over earl grey tea and shipped silk, the dragonfly danced upon melancholic waters what is skulking in the moist darkness must come forth and answer how one equates infinite and none, vain, like history, snow, and gold, before sung poetry from the old — to live one’s life for something, you say, is to live one’s life alone for something what is repeated, wars and manipulation, mutual destruction, human reproduction, drilling and penetrating, with rhythm and with force, Is intrinsically obscene, the mechanics ancient and ****** beastly brutal and brutally simple – the human wheel of time dawn broke over churning waters, a cycle of chalky, foamed flowers grew and died, quivering is the white fish washed ashore twitching, pulsating, then stilled the dragonfly, sensing death, skitters away

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DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, I wrote that so long that I don't even remember what I meant anymore???---: it is what it is she used the words traced myths on the board then changed the tints all over the place she wished the hints a miraculous visit been bet on the mere illicit for hemispheres to plan new dragonflies bare naked fishes ------ravenfeels

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Apr 6, 2021

Apr 6, 2021 at 5:26 PM UTC

raven-feels

Dragonflies

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, I wrote that so long that I don't even remember what I meant anymore???---: it is what it is she used the words traced myths on the board then changed the tints all over the place she wished the hints a miraculous visit been bet on the mere illicit for hemispheres to plan new dragonflies bare naked fishes ------ravenfeels

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Fiery molten reds and flaming pink to make the birds weep in the trees emerald greens and lapis blue to shame the sky, so bright that we could never hope to see them with the human eye Dragonflies are coloured with wonder

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Jan 4, 2021

Jan 4, 2021 at 7:47 AM UTC

Fiery molten reds and flaming pink to make the birds weep in the trees emerald greens and lapis blue to shame the sky, so bright that we could never hope to see them with the human eye Dragonflies are coloured with wonder

All hail the dragonfly, master of the sky. Master of the swamp. Master of it's prey, be it orange, white or grey. Perhaps the common whitetail, zooming all about,would choose to dress in the blues and hues of the dasher and wallow in the clout. Don't mistake him for the damselfly, he'd rather die, he wouldn't be seen like that. Even through the magnificence of his multifaceted eye. All that structural coloration makes him look like a Christmas decoration. All hail the dragonfly, master of the sky. Master of the swamp. Master of it's prey, I'll hail it each and every day.

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Dec 23, 2020

Dec 23, 2020 at 12:45 PM UTC

Insertnamehere

All hail the dragonfly, master of the sky. Master of the swamp. Master of it's prey, be it orange, white or grey. Perhaps the common whitetail, zooming all about,would choose to dress in the blues and hues of the dasher and wallow in the clout. Don't mistake him for the damselfly, he'd rather die, he wouldn't be seen like that. Even through the magnificence of his multifaceted eye. All that structural coloration makes him look like a Christmas decoration. All hail the dragonfly, master of the sky. Master of the swamp. Master of it's prey, I'll hail it each and every day.

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Skimming Dragonfly Colourful spirit of light Summertime with wings

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Sep 14, 2020

Sep 14, 2020 at 2:10 AM UTC

Skimming Dragonfly Colourful spirit of light Summertime with wings

blue peonies the dragonfly swifts in pink lilies landing behind the windowsill green orchids piercing screams the creature exhales one last glance around the empty room the dragonfly flies out a pin drops

blue peonies the dragonfly swifts in pink lilies landing behind the windowsill green orchids piercing screams the creature exhales one last glance around the empty room the dragonfly flies out a pin drops

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Oct 24, 2019

Oct 24, 2019 at 9:00 AM UTC

papercuts

calamity

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Disconnected wires and Missed communications Linger between the sheets Like secrets cried out to The bare walls of a home. Standards float high Above our heads Like the dragonfly. My own reflection Slithers out of my Skin to stare me In the face and fib, The most intimate Kind of betrayal; She is a quiet, Cozen serpent. Broken mirror, I know you don’t Want me, you Won’t touch me. Jagged edges too sharp For affection, too tender For your logic. I get It; apathetic. Vulnerability and Exposed emotion; I hide in shame, Naked under white light. You are too good to Feel such things. I get it; Halfhearted. Detached from you, From body and mind, Limb from limb. Bare bone dare show its Face to you, while I cover myself with I want. Uncertainty Occupies my blood.

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Jul 15, 2019

Jul 15, 2019 at 11:01 PM UTC

morgan-moffitt

Distant Dragonfly

Disconnected wires and Missed communications Linger between the sheets Like secrets cried out to The bare walls of a home. Standards float high Above our heads Like the dragonfly. My own reflection Slithers out of my Skin to stare me In the face and fib, The most intimate Kind of betrayal; She is a quiet, Cozen serpent. Broken mirror, I know you don’t Want me, you Won’t touch me. Jagged edges too sharp For affection, too tender For your logic. I get It; apathetic. Vulnerability and Exposed emotion; I hide in shame, Naked under white light. You are too good to Feel such things. I get it; Halfhearted. Detached from you, From body and mind, Limb from limb. Bare bone dare show its Face to you, while I cover myself with I want. Uncertainty Occupies my blood.

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A dragon fly Over a swimming pool Zig zags with purpose Like being in at the deep end Taking a hard decision. He is red Like the writing on the wall Saying 1.6 meters As I swim my 16th lap. Like the 4x4 Taxis here He is trapped in the realm of tourists This pool holds no reeds on which to land No link between air and water depths For the hatching of generations He repeats the habits of his ancestors Guards this sterile domain With militant commitment His choices narrow with each day. He shows me Gives me a lesson Makes me question rote and way I let go a little, grateful for choice And human options. One day he is gone Then a second day. I wonder about that Did he finally see, on my on lap 24, the futility of defending small horizons.

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Feb 2, 2019

Feb 2, 2019 at 1:49 AM UTC

SallyDawnIbbotson

A dragon fly Over a swimming pool Zig zags with purpose Like being in at the deep end Taking a hard decision. He is red Like the writing on the wall Saying 1.6 meters As I swim my 16th lap. Like the 4x4 Taxis here He is trapped in the realm of tourists This pool holds no reeds on which to land No link between air and water depths For the hatching of generations He repeats the habits of his ancestors Guards this sterile domain With militant commitment His choices narrow with each day. He shows me Gives me a lesson Makes me question rote and way I let go a little, grateful for choice And human options. One day he is gone Then a second day. I wonder about that Did he finally see, on my on lap 24, the futility of defending small horizons.

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A Dragonfly once flew up on its whispery wings to the azure sky that caught in the emptiness of time after a crazy rainstorm disillusioned it, to greet the Sun peeking through scraps of ebony clouds. A euphoric Sun mixed gold dust to an ethereal orange on its palette, and blew the sibyllic mist on the giggly, gossamer wings of the Dragonfly. And lo, tiny sparkling rainbow drops started dancing on the dreaming consciousness of the rain-wet earth!

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Jan 7, 2019

Jan 7, 2019 at 2:27 AM UTC

the-mystique-trail

A Dragonfly once flew up on its whispery wings to the azure sky that caught in the emptiness of time after a crazy rainstorm disillusioned it, to greet the Sun peeking through scraps of ebony clouds. A euphoric Sun mixed gold dust to an ethereal orange on its palette, and blew the sibyllic mist on the giggly, gossamer wings of the Dragonfly. And lo, tiny sparkling rainbow drops started dancing on the dreaming consciousness of the rain-wet earth!

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A dragonfly glides- Now, a sea of glittery wings; Who has seen their nest?

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Dec 29, 2018

Dec 29, 2018 at 7:16 PM UTC

k-balachandran

Dragonfly conundrum

A dragonfly glides- Now, a sea of glittery wings; Who has seen their nest?

Feel the joy of quietness

On a swaying blade of grass Unperturbed, contemplate Red Dragonfly

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Oct 11, 2018

Oct 11, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC

sarahnirmal

On a swaying blade of grass Unperturbed, contemplate Red Dragonfly

Thirteen Ways to See a Dragonfly

I Purity in its truest form Dancing above the waves and lilies Red, yellow, green Dots against soulful blues Nourished by the breeze itself II Ghostly on my shoulder Weighing the stones in my soul III The sun rests On a dragonfly’s scales It’s yawns are visible On the tips of its wings IV Prismatic dragon Scales ultraviolet Ancient Armored Safe V Aquatic prisoner Sheltered from air and light Waiting under the second sky VI An agent of the most meddlesome gods Messenger to the discouraged Reminder of grief Comforter to the lost VII Horse stinger Snake stitcher Devil’s friend I agree VIII Elusive secret keeper Whose ears are too far to whisper to Oh what breaths I would share IX Scientifically simple Spiritually overwhelming Good luck charm Or bad omen Depending on point of origin X Four iridescent wings Veined, sectioned Beating thirty times in a heartbeat Labor so strenuous For a spirit made of wind XI Ageless Mythic in both beauty and purpose A serpent in life Flight found only in rebirth Metamorphosis XII Returned friend Paused briefly on naked skin My questions unanswered The burn of death where four feet rested Have you found happiness? XIII The sun rises in the east The dragonfly stirs at death

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Jul 31, 2018

Jul 31, 2018 at 5:40 PM UTC

ranae

I Purity in its truest form Dancing above the waves and lilies Red, yellow, green Dots against soulful blues Nourished by the breeze itself II Ghostly on my shoulder Weighing the stones in my soul III The sun rests On a dragonfly’s scales It’s yawns are visible On the tips of its wings IV Prismatic dragon Scales ultraviolet Ancient Armored Safe V Aquatic prisoner Sheltered from air and light Waiting under the second sky VI An agent of the most meddlesome gods Messenger to the discouraged Reminder of grief Comforter to the lost VII Horse stinger Snake stitcher Devil’s friend I agree VIII Elusive secret keeper Whose ears are too far to whisper to Oh what breaths I would share IX Scientifically simple Spiritually overwhelming Good luck charm Or bad omen Depending on point of origin X Four iridescent wings Veined, sectioned Beating thirty times in a heartbeat Labor so strenuous For a spirit made of wind XI Ageless Mythic in both beauty and purpose A serpent in life Flight found only in rebirth Metamorphosis XII Returned friend Paused briefly on naked skin My questions unanswered The burn of death where four feet rested Have you found happiness? XIII The sun rises in the east The dragonfly stirs at death

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Freedom: A dragonfly perched on an antenna of a car. Free to sit Free to watch Free to leave Without causing a big scene.

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Jul 1, 2018

Jul 1, 2018 at 12:50 AM UTC

EvilShredder