#evergreen
O evergreen, your beauty maintained
Throughout the winter spring and autumn
A steadfast tree, the same today,
The same tomorrow, the same next month
And if all bides well
The same next year.
No fiery red to shed in autumn
No leaves in piles around
Just green upon your branches
For now and evermore.
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 4:11 AM UTC
There comes a kid
Whose anger, whose sadness
Becomes too much
They don’t know what to do.
They want others to understand.
They’re just a kid.
Blue and gold
Dripping crimson,
Air ringing
Like the shattered glass on the floor.
Running-
Running-
Get away,
Escape
Into the woods.
Bang-
Bang-
Chasing through the halls,
You once trusted.
“Is this really happening?”
“I never thought it would be us.”
Kids on the news,
Cops in the halls
“Are we safe?”
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 11:24 AM UTC
not an evergreen,
staying alive has never had simplicity.
i’m angry that i made myself like this,
trimmed my branches,
thought things were not meant to stick to me.
i am angry that i thought
my savior is some wanderlust women
unfit for the journey,
jealous of the destination.
not an evergreen,
i cannot live without water.
the cold pursues me,
prancing in the unbearable wind.
there’s salvation on the edge of the horizon,
some soft meadow to lay my head upon.
along the line of trees, finding is impossible.
somehow not small enough
to be cut down and taken home and,
without a doubt,
i am not tall enough to see.
Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 4:01 PM UTC
kissing under the evergreen
what would have happened if we were ever clean?
hugging me under the shadows,
what would have happened if i had seen?
your crazy, but that crazy was beautiful to me.
Nov 4, 2024
Nov 4, 2024 at 11:43 PM UTC
aroused from my slumber
through nightmares of your tongue
the potential it holds
sprout in my fruitful mind
the scariest ones
worsen in truth with time
espoused to another healing trajectory
peace and serenity
understanding my powers of empathy
treat you with delicacy
persist like evergreen
trout swimming in the confines of my oceanic surmise
Mar 28, 2024
Mar 28, 2024 at 10:59 AM UTC
We, birds in pain,
Put our trust in branches
Too weak to hold the weight of these dreams
This saffron grief is too fragrant
For our evergreen pine noses.
The everyday calamity
The everyman dream
Burns through the soil in our lungs,
Memories of summer are now lost in September rain.
I am here dreaming of mending hearts
That have braved more than they can bear
But these drooping eyelids
Are stuck in endless night cycles
Of listening to the sounds of misery
May 18, 2022
May 18, 2022 at 5:18 PM UTC
Laced with ribbons of moonlight
Bangladesh a touched dream at first light.
Land of my father, my mother
sweeter than nectar.
Purer than the driven snow
brighter than raw gold.
Gazing stars’ bumped up bottom
down the untouched moon.
Men and the six seasons
living in one loving fold
our one fertile sweet home!
O Allah rank our martyrs our heroes
up high in paradise in bloom
brought Bangladesh freedom abloom!
Punters cumulus clouds fly
eyes on the sky blue
on a spur hanging low tune into wild coo.
Picture independent Bangladesh
step in on the morning rug
rolls out outside the sun
walk through, the moon is inside!
Bask in, take your time
when the twilight adds a shadow
the beauty spot on your broad daylight
escape to more serendipitous discovery.
Eye on the stars or tuberoses on the ground
our free land is inspiring, beautiful even in the dark.
Laughs free from a tulip glass
across the land, air and the water
upon the reed flute stirred river
flowing downstream to the hilt
from a deep-delved foundation out of reach
her raised high flag flies
over the pivotal banyan trees.
Every flap of our ‘the sun in the green’ shaped flag,
the light of heaven on the evergreen earth!
Ah, sways in the chalice of every flower
on the land cheers beyond the warm South
whispers to our hearts and makes us feel proud.
Mar 1, 2022
Mar 1, 2022 at 10:14 PM UTC
When surgeons open my body
They’ll find
E v e r g r e e n
Snow capped mountains with endless expanses of ice
They will find a certain
s t i l l n e s s
No whispering between the trees
No flowers singing in the sun
I’ll be dreaming of the heat
I’ve been missing in my fingertips for so long
I have frost bite
on e v e r y s i n g l e o n e
When surgeons open my body
looking for my heart
they’ll find S t a t i c
A silence that e c h o s
A kind of silence you only know after tragedy
I have
An e m p t y space
where my lungs once were
Holding N o t h i n g
but a vigil witnessed only by one small girl with t i n y t i n y hope
All fading away
in the abandoned town
I have resting
between each breath
- When the surgeons open my body
- They will find many many secrets inside
Jul 30, 2021
Jul 30, 2021 at 7:42 PM UTC
There is solace in our garden
With a little bit of cheer
An everlasting paradise
Or maybe you didn't hear
Winter comes around
But we are safe here
With the long lasting tree
The Evergreen one
The warmth of the furnace
And the smell of a meal
Are enough to drive away
Any pests that come too near
Spring eventually arrives
As winter readily leaves
The garden once again
With solace in the air
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 12:24 AM UTC
Evergreen stands
still at the hearth.
Roaring red fire,
life, love and mirth.
Laughter and joy.
Cider's sweet mash.
Dull fire's embers;
glowing orange ash.
We retreat to our beds,
nestled and warm,
and dream of the morning
when the Christ child was born.
Lights festooned,
on the bushes outside;
filter in through the window,
glimmer and shine.
We long for the hour
when we flock to the tree.
Peppermint, tinsel,
ribbons, and glee.
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 11:51 AM UTC
Raindrops glistening
Shining diamonds in the sun
Sodden evergreen
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 3:31 PM UTC
She be evergreen
Her roots run deep
Age made wise
from a tactful mind
Fair with auburn hair
Soft spoken and polite
Forthright hands on
Still standing strong
and not yet peaked
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 4:44 PM UTC
When love is intense
Love flies high and feels immense
Then..
Love looks down and wonders
What if it falls down and errors?
What goes up they say
Comes down one day
My love will you still be there?
When this love flight may impair
Fly low at times unaware?
Love looks down and wonders
what if you say now it don't matters?
I know I will follow your flight
High or low my love is smite
My love will you still be there?
When this love flight may vitiate
Fly low at times to hibernate?
Love looks down and wonders
what if it drift apart and frost?
I know I will keep it warm and defrost
Hot or cold my love is gold embossed
My love will you still be there?
When this love is star-crossed
Fly low at times and lost?
When love is intense
Love flies high and feels immense
Then..
Love looks down and wonders
Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 4:59 PM UTC
Existence stretched through a detour,
two spots; unknown in direction.
Turning left when it was right before,
keep all guessing, slide past detection.
I’m not a one stop shop,
once I housed hand crafted originality.
With the increase in demand I let my guard drop,
and now both my shelves and insides are empty.
I believed in a watcher behind me,
I held onto tight to an invisible thread.
Everyone is just silently constantly reminding me,
I’m isolated and alone even in my head.
I hear the loud pop of plastic against plastic,
feeling both relief and shame simultaneously.
Side slipping and back breaking; I thought myself a gymnastic,
though incredulous was the thought of even competing.
But I was sleeping in a Chinese finger trap,
so assured that I would choose to make it a womb.
You couldn’t hear a pin drop but with the concept of a single tap,
ears would shake and ring as if it were a sonic boom.
I’ve got nothing but dirt and dust on my shoulders
I pass it off as glitter and simple magic.
I show no signs of tiring from passing back all the boulders
if I didn’t let them slide it would almost be tragic.
Pardon my complacent self involuntary involvement,
and excuse me while I perform dramatic ironies.
Preparing the conscious for the next inevitable instalment
of prepared monologues of justifications and fallacies.
And I can’t but think in this instance,
I remember the episode of The Simpsons
where Homer is outcasted for screaming “aliens”
and he drinks himself out of existence.
“Red M&M, blue M&M,
they’re all the same colour in the end.”
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 7:36 AM UTC
the firmament calls forth delicate bubbles from deep beneath the soil
under my feet, pine tree roots
further below, the fountain gone stagnant
glimmering spheres moving through air compliment the evergreen needles
unavoidable bursts of rot, exuded from that which grows beside the fountain
in a swampy green place, mother of the pines
eternal life giver, balancing this forest upon it’s ancient branches
with every step, a wobble
with every misstep, another burst
to which i inhale my worst of days, and live from those days onward
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 7:05 PM UTC
if you were a constellation
I would lay with my back pressed against the ice-cold grass to witness your miracle
she sees a shooting star, she wishes for love
I stand by the ghost-white evergreens
suddenly I don’t feel so big
the snow-coated mountain reigned over the land
but I, I can keep my own
I’ll follow you forever, don’t you worry
I’ll even follow you until the blisters on my tongue stop me from praying
through the monochromatic bliss of winter
the snow now silences the warm pulse of my heart beat
an arctic December, i’d expect nothing less
the ethereal skies scream of the unknown and the clouds yearn for me
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 3:33 PM UTC
When Fabienne plays the harmonica
In that gently abiding way
My head turns ever so slight with memory
And my eyes gleam anew with river sheen
Walking down a path called contentment
I smile, and for a moment stay
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 2:18 PM UTC
The leaves are changing and I am too
Oh how lovely it feels to let you go
But I fear that I am an evergreen
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 6:36 PM UTC
Evergreen, or nearly so
The last rays of light broke
Through little branches and
Whether we admit it or not
We put forth great effort
Just to conceal what's inside
Our own minds
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 1:21 AM UTC
Lying
colours fading
Dying
needles fraying
Rotten
times decaying
Forgotten
Cone of silence...
©
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 7:34 PM UTC
atop the earth in infinite space,
there exists a minuscule speck of dust
void of light, engulfed by shadows
hovering above its once vibrant greens and blues;
the harbinger of winter’s wrath, waiting to wreak havoc,
as we brace for the inevitable: the severing of our intertwined friendship.
wind and salt, winter injuries
browned your needles ruthless, a worrisome sight.
i prayed that you won’t be everbrown,
incapable of rebirth.
i prayed that you’ll still flaunt your emerald needles
despite the wounds winter inflicted upon you
under my command.
forgive me.
sunlight penetrates a bleak world barren—
a blissful augury of spring.
alas, we’re greeted with repetitious sights;
short plant stems forcing their way
through the infinitesimal cracks of fertility
amidst the sterile soil.
light deprived creatures basking in the warmth of aureate rays.
only to wither again, only to hibernate again.
though we are different, shedding our dead needles, only to reveal the colour of life: green.
we are shackled by roots, bound to samsara
revived only to die again.
though we’re mutinous beings, stubbornly fighting to retain our foliage
unafraid to defy nature’s laws, outliving death
albeit being a piece of nature itself, existing in this realm.
oh! another xylem ring, another year.
united, we shall prevail forevermore
as we are evergreens, defying all odds.
-amelie
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 4:00 AM UTC
twisting groves of evergreen feel so serene...
comforting to my sore hands in the stream...
violets leap and leopards grow...
springing from the ground to and fro.
the pale blue sky recovers from a dawn-absent night,
as i keel over in sudden fright.
where are you taking me?
the scenery twists
green turning to red and red turning to black,
till it all fades to nothing, and never comes back.
oh, it seems i have awoken.
the morning lilacs twist and turn
inside the little ceramic urn.
the room is barren but for two paintings
one with stripes and one that’s caving
where have you taken me?
i approach one in curiosity
wonder and excitement filling me hurriedly.
the lilacs are at my feet now
lulling me in and telling me to sleep now
sleep, sleep, they call out in longing.
i must listen to their calling.
i wander through the spiraling air
over to their dusty lair.
and then death himself rises me up,
his presence and hurried silence stifling me far enough
i was taken into a large, red portal,
and then i saw the evergreen again.
and then everything faded to black.
and then i died.
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 8:39 PM UTC