#fence
The peach tree next door grew over your fence.
Can you believe it?
It’s big enough now for you to pluck a peach,
No ladder needed.
I think you'd care,
Because this peach tree used to be a sapling—
Barely a foot tall when we first planted it.
We had to be more patient than we'd like to admit,
But now its branches are strong enough
To weather the seasons, carrying all that’s tough,
Cradling birds and catching the songs they sing.
It reminds me of us.
It reminds me of you.
You wanted a peach from that tree,
But it took many years to grow—
Just like we did, with naivety, even so.
You have crow’s feet now.
Time has come, and you have grey hairs somehow.
Small lines drawn gently on your face,
But every wrinkle tells your story—
It’s plainly self-explanatory.
Each one a slow, beautiful mark of time that I’d never erase.
And when I look at you,
I don’t see flaws.
I look at you, and with a soft sigh,
I say:
She was a star back then—
But now she’s the whole **** sky.
Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 10:28 PM UTC
On the road outside
Of the fence
The Border Collie hears
The call of the
Doggies
On the inside
Enclosed behind
The wooden fence
The Alaskan malamute
The Drever, the Poodle
Bustle the edge of the barrier
Bark, bark, bark
A cacophony
Let us out
Let us come with you
Pledging to obey,
The Collie
On hind legs
Of a towering stature
Lifts a paw
Finds the latch
The gate creaks open
Uncorking in celebration
They run in gleeful circles
Hounds to escape artists
Unbound and free from tyranny
Of a heartless master
Marking their new territory
Of tree trunks
Sidewalks and fields
Have you ever seen
Such jubilation
Mirth and gaiety
Wagging their tails
Like helicopter blades
With gail force glee
They take off
Like upside down rain
Up, up, up
Every which way
Friends forever
Boundless canines
In search of the next
immured pooch who waits
For the musketeers
Jan 21, 2025
Jan 21, 2025 at 9:55 AM UTC
midnight black arabian prince,
his neck, impressed by the wired
fence
holding him back forever
from the woman of his dreams.
dark horse
they came for him in the evening
soft, dimming sunlight grazed his eyes
an endurance horse, for one hundred miles
they wanted him but
he was lazy
his inclination was to stand still
to stroll slowly about a green pasture
forevermore
forevermore, his dream,
spent on his own name.
he fell in love with the mare
on the other side
of the wired fence
she teased him, an older woman,
awakened his rebel soul,
inspired to break out
of this arbitrary cage
his courage and his passion
only roused by love by desire
something a human would not understand
could not understand
not in the same way
he felt alone he felt trapped inside himself
so he tore down the fence,
cut his legs on the wires
just to be close to
her
to brush his nose against her
sharpened spine, inhale the scent of
dust mixed with love mixed with
pheromones,
for only a moment
that could extend into
forever
encapsulated in his memory
a snapshot: one piece
of chaotic bliss
amidst all that running
the flying floating cloud of dust
still chases him.
though he no longer runs in fear
no longer gallops away,
lazily trots, hooves dragging sand,
happy under his bold, italian rider
she doesn’t come around
often enough.
today he is young but
soon he will be aged by experience,
wherever they send him,
he has no real home,
only belongs to the night sky,
only matches the color of darkness,
i hope he remembers the way i tickled his lips and
fed him handfuls of dead grass.
he could be gone tomorrow because
animals do not choose their homes anymore.
Mar 24, 2022
Mar 24, 2022 at 7:02 PM UTC
pale sickness
you're white as a sheet
draining illness
your clammy white skin
rots
deathly light
the diseased white sun will bleach your bones
after the doves pick them clean
sickly white
your cracked teeth clatter out of your skull
dominos in a dead white jar
trembling hands the color of spoiling milk
carefully cradle an almost translucent infant
mother and child
both far too weak to feed
the only thing that grows here is decay
white mold thrives on your hoarded white bread
while outside the safety of the white picket fence
there is not a single soul who does not
recognize the white of an unburied skeleton
under a full moon
Jan 29, 2022
Jan 29, 2022 at 6:44 PM UTC
~for her~
I put up a 7 1/2 ft. chain linked fence to keep the ****** deer out
of the garden.
*Secretly, I wonder, if I had the fence built
another half-a-foot higher,
could I’ve kept out the
no-longer-unimaginable disasters
life has seen
fit to shower upon me.*
*If I had it made solid,
instead of chain linked,
with barbs that nicked only me,
would have misery passed
me by, unable to peer inside,
my anonymity, being my personal
guardian and savior.*
*My garden’s yearly renewal,
comes by human effort,
but my wondering is unceasing,
it’s living ache, a perennial,
an evergreen hemlock,
that cannot be cut.*
until such time, at last,
it chooses to cut me first,
and the garden retreats to its
aboriginal wild forest state, and
both our cycles are completed.*
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 3:30 PM UTC
A True Story
by Michael R. Burch
for Jeremy Michael Burch
Jeremy hit the ball today
when he and I went out to play.
He hit it, oh, so far away,
a neighbor had to throw it back!
Jeremy hit the ball so hard
it flew into the neighbor’s yard
and caught the other kids off-guard;
they thought it was an air attack!
Jeremy hit the ball again,
above the sun, beyond the wind;
as we watched it soar and slowly spin ...
we gave high-fives for his awesome smack!
Keywords/Tags: baseball, hitting, backyard, child, children, childhood, kids, fence, neighbor, yard, play, air, home run, homer, high-fives
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 3:20 AM UTC
What's best is what feels like home.
Stuck between two sides of the fence,
Like I wanna jump, but I can't.
Indecision has kept me here, posted.
Straddled between the heart and the head.
This picket fence appears to be the promises of good life.
But its just a stain of white deception, holding me...
Waiting...
Waiting to live.
But I know what to do,
Choose the side that goes to my backyard.
Choose what feels like home.
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
I'm on the boarder
Of losing my mind
What's with this guy?
Can you please choose a side?
Cuz I'm on the fence
With no more time
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC
“still on the fence
about you being
a mortal man
or a God.”
well thanks for that,
and did I mention
it’s a fence style called
picket you put me on?
which I can attest,
makes me feel both
majestic & definitely humanistic,
cause a picket up one’s ****
is proof still that this man,
unlike god,
has not lost his “touch”
so to speak...
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 11:50 PM UTC
Two fences, seperating me from the outside world.
Barbed wire, sharp razorblades.
I have an hour to breathe fresh air.
To get a sense of reality, to feel alive.
Eyes closed, in my mind I'm almost free.
No locks. No guards. No uniforms.
A brief moment. Silence.
And there it is, the sound that has defined me for years.
Keys.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 3:14 PM UTC
I see the white picket fences
Even you have one
I worry I’ll never get mine
The fence I have is around my heart
I want someone to cut it open
But I’m afraid no one wants to
I’m afraid that I can never be loved
That no one will want to call me theirs
Maybe I try to hard
But I’m just being me
My mom says I’ll find someone
“You’re so beautiful” they say
Then why don’t I see that
I hope you can break down my fence
Open the gate and walk right in
But please close it behind you
And hopefully never leave
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 6:56 PM UTC
Truth is like a fence of barb wire.
Behind it lays a peony pasture.
Full of life,
Grace,
Hope,
And sanity.
In front, there lies nothingness.
An internal grief that will continually grow
Allowing one to become so numb to the truth,
They end up forgetting what it was to even begin.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
the grass is always greener
on the other side of the fence
these are the rules
i don’t make them
somebody is always going to be better than me
should i look up or down?
to the glowing sun
or the deep blue sea?
this is the blood, sweat, tears
of thirteen years
of hate and love for myself
this is the breaking
this is the growing
this is the healing
this is the faking of my feelings
against who i am inside
the grass is always greener
on the other side of the fence
in their ocean eyes i see the
future and in mine i see the past
in their hands i see pure bravery and
in mine i see brute strength and no control
and on their face i see and angel
on mine i see a spectre in
a twisted mask
that chips off
with every single one
of my tears
the grass is always greener
on the other side of the fence
from this side of paradise
all you see is my broken heart
and your hands quickly sew it back
as another stitch rips.
the grass is always greener
when you are on the other side
because no flowers would ever grow
if never washed with rain
the moon is always brighter
when the sun is there to shine
on its beautiful, silver face
that would be hidden by our
shadows till it melted into
space. this is the breaking
this is the growing
this is the healing
this is the alpha
this is the omega
this is the end.
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 4:20 PM UTC
While we were drunk in love..
Never did I know he was sitting on the fence....
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC
Since I can't have you and can't be without you..
I'd get off this fence of my confusion..
I'd close my eyes and kiss you in my fantasia all my life...
Rebecca Nneka
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 6:59 PM UTC
The rug
Lying underneath your feet;
Been on the ground
So long,
It's stuck to the ground.
The fence
Standing deep, anchored in soil;
**** rooting down
So deep,
It's part of the land.
The frames are clean,
The pictures seem
Like history.
Once upon a time,
I was
More than furniture to us.
But now:
I want you to see me,
Like the door you can open;
I'm more than what's inside your home.
I want you to want me,
Like you used to everyday;
I'm that girl you wanted to make time for when you're alone.
Now, are you not alone?
Is that why
I'm the rug, fence and your furniture?
I know I work from home.
I know I got a lotta things to do.
I know I haven't lived up to the best of expectations.
I'm still that girl you fell in love with.
I dream beyond every bandwidth.
I take my time to really be sure.
I wanna do it without complications.
But I know,
I bore the hell outta you.
With my
Nagging that could turn ears blue.
But I
Promise that I love you baby,
You gotta see me in the light of the truth:
I want you to see me,
Like the door you can open;
I'm more than what's inside your home.
I want you to want me,
Like you used to everyday;
I'm that girl you wanted to make time for when you're alone.
Now, are you not alone?
Is that why
I'm the rug, fence and your furniture?
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
the body turns
and trembles
and opens
you didn't tell
me that the green
was closing in
but the fence nailed
open
and turns
and trembles.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 1:23 AM UTC
Those Malibu
Smarties
The kick
in her
Picky
ways
Being Nosy
Days in
or out
Too
long
((Pinnochio))
Sipping
Italian
Cappuccino
The cozy
Vineyard
Calvin Klein
Wild horses
couldn't
stop you
or keep
Time 4-U
Only you* *
2 B pushed
Far in
Wait_---
The Star wins
What about the ____?
I hope the
first choice
My pick
The picket fence
His Polo-top
his
pants
banged
into something
In her way
He knows
He must
redo it
over
The lover
of the
picket fence
He
walked
into her
White website
Starry
moon
Over Yonder
Lake picnic
lagoon
White lights
She wonders?
Wise white painted
footstool
Owl-prowl
Right -Time
traveler fool
He sent you
his drink
Hi and wink
mystical glance
Those block parties
food for the soul
No control
Clogged your
arteries
White
picket
fence
You went
in France Wee we
Small regrets bites
White jacket websites
Journal Police
There was no
picket fence
Wed rice
Became long_____
hallway
Hallucination
more visualizing
He picked you
To be reborn
reincarnation_____
Like death do us
New birth so fuss
Like many
Dying
You lived
deeply
in his
trance
He Loves your eyes
to his doorway
How he
leads you
there is
no denying
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC
a grey dove now coos
on the deep cream painted fence
neath a light cloud sky
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 5:38 PM UTC
a long fence erected,
both sides look limited.
laments of freedom!
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 10:39 PM UTC
Poetry and I have broken up,
Words were spoken, she took dog.
We tried speaking to someone together,
They didn't say much, just listened.
Poetry and I are back together,
We had a chat, she gave me cat.
We're going away together soon,
Nice hotel, gonna read horse together.
The trip didn't go well,
Things were said, she took a fence.
It's my faulty though, I spoke poorly,
I have no fence.
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 4:55 AM UTC
There's a fence all around me,
It keeps people away,
It gives me space of my own,
It keeps others at bay,
I constructed it myself,
It's the price I must pay.
It goes up for a mile,
While still touching the ground,
People have searched for a way in,
But one has never been found,
It's an impenetrable barrier,
That no sledge hammer can pound.
Does it make me feel claustrophobic,
Or does it make me feel secure,
Once I knew all the answers,
But now I'm not so sure,
Shall I make a hole in my fence,
Shall I fill it with a door?
Here I am stuck
In a defensive retreat,
I once so craved victories,
But I feared more a defeat,
Should I tunnel under my fence,
Should I dig really deep?
Should I stay here in my cocoon,
Or should I go out and explore,
Should I try again to embrace life,
Even though I failed once before,
Shall I cut an hole in my fence,
Need I bother fill it with a door?
My fence was to keep others out,
But it is both friend and foe,
For it also keeps me in,
When all I want is to go,
Shall I place explosives around it
And wait for it to blow?
All right you win, I'm coming out,
Waving a white flag up high,
I hope I fare better this time,
'Cos I'm reaching for the sky,
I'm taking off my lead boots,
This time ... please help me to fly!
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 3:09 PM UTC