#earthly
When all eyes turn to nature
When all hearts brush the trees
Whisper into the leaves
When all feet steps the grass
When all hands grasps the seeds
Speak into the trees
When all lips breathe the wind
When all bodies swamp the waves
Shout into the sea
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 9:39 PM UTC
I feel
how you
are always
there, as
ripples
in rivers,
clouds
moving in
dreams
by the
window
as the
flight of
stars,
I am
here, in
your eyes
of the
lanterns
of heaven,
I dream
as a flower
dreams
under your
gaze, it
brings me
to tears,
I wish
for you
to know of
how the
rain of the
heart’s ocean
is the beautiful
depth of the
pain of love, so
rest upon
my wings,
we shall fly in
the sky, let us
soar beyond
this earthly
realm, with
feathers
of my
words
in the little
poems
written
all for
you,
forever.
Feb 26, 2023
Feb 26, 2023 at 4:46 PM UTC
Earthlings live and lose
Standard human protocol
No one is exempt
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 3:10 AM UTC
Yes, a blessed Sunday morning,
A fresh day dawning,
I pray for faith to unite,
In the early morning light,
As our day of earthly prayers does start,
To be blessed, chats straight from the heart!
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 6:44 PM UTC
We love the rain
We love the night
We love the heart
We love the sea
We love the snow
We love the sun
We love the quiet
We love the trees
We love the dawn
We love the song
We love the sands
We love the birds
We love the warmth
We love the cold
We love the girl
We love the earth
How we love and love
And for a short while, our world
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 8:59 AM UTC
Where's my babe?
Where's the turning of her head
and the flying of curls
like waves—
The ocean in all its terror
And the winged pests of the earth;
From soil you came—
My babe, like a true devil, she.
Where’s my babe
Call me and I’ll come
To hear your command,
To fall in prayer
and kneel before your word.
Your wet blade in morning dew...
And goddess grey sky
Show me the moaning of your thunder
Pour yourself on me
and stain me with your sweet rains.
My babe, my devil sweet,
Godless love of the earth
Crack me with your Quaking
so that I may be blessed by the nature of you;
Unleash unto me
all that you may be—
The howling of the wounded dog
The singing of the morning bird
And like the earth to its mother
and to the Devil who came from its soil
I will love you with each measly part of me
My babe, My devil sweet
My holiest of troubles—
I’ll love you so.
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 10:44 PM UTC
I am searching for the imperial crown,
my body injured by the earthly pain,
the voice and scent of mankind,
I am reborn in the spiral of earthly evolution,
sip of divine scents,
the seeds of my unique being sprout,
kiss me and die,
vanished from life.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 5:49 AM UTC
Don't detach yourself.
It is not wrong to love
Something
Someone.
Look at the piece of earth in your hands.
That is your entire world.
That is your gravity.
That is your rock,
That you use to fill your pockets for weight.
Don't detach.
You
Might
Just
Float
Away
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC
*T'was a diamond
amidst stardust
struck of gypsy's
celestial adoration,
crashed and sizzled
'neath earthly intentions,
ultimate shimmers
escalated upon
fiercely impetuous seas,
each dappling
luminescent wave
saturated of
splendiferous galaxies,
bathed in heavens'
stellar effulgence,
mesmerizing wanderlust's
magnificent indulgences*
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
I've tasted life
I've tasted death
I've tasted hate beyond all control
I've tasted greatness
I've tasted love from friends
I've tasted honey beyond earthly sweetness
I've tasted pain
I've tasted ungodly jealousy
I've tasted.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
The more that people indulge in earthly pleasures
the less they will partake of heavenly treasures.
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC
I have no earthly idea what love is;
It's divine.
F.Z.N
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
nails dug through soil
tearing stems in a sunflower field
lavender and daisies melt her heart like yin and yang
skin ruddy and golden from grand star kisses
bohemian waves compliment her cheeks
along with a blush warmth has masked
dream catcher strings substitute her veins
as if she was a native myth in soul and body
bare feet stained earthly she runs, flies
like a finch with dappled wings
the spirits underground
lift her high into the stratosphere
she lets passion overcome fears
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 3:20 PM UTC
I stepped in through his ears, covered in hot mud
and rolled off his tongue clean as a whistle.
I was no longer a whisper, he uttered in a painted mirror.
Scratching out two eyes that saw nothing but themselves.
He came to wonder
if there are ants in my stomach feeding an army
off the peaches I couldn’t eat for six summers.
Three winters with no springs yet, the snow up to my neck.
My eyes spilt pearls like a Japanese ghost, onto the white cold
he buried me in.
and when that melts into the lush green we’ve yet to writhe on,
I hope there are limbs left to entwine us,
I hope there are streams made to wash us.
My body unchilled is sight for him to absorb,
and record and plan a trip.
Diction may be a skill he knows
that I have learned to be versed in,
but no matter the assemblage of my alibis,
he finds me guilty, so I choose to make quiet familiar,
and comfortable and the stringy nerve endings I've grafted
into his skin and his kiss when I love him,
are threatened to be severed with scalding water,
poured from the darkest kettle called
doubt.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 7:58 AM UTC