#giant
On the high ridge lives the happy giant,
Laughing where the pine trees lean.
His shadow keeps the snowfields quiet,
His boots know paths I’ve never seen.
Happy giant, broad and mild,
With moss in baerd and crow at heel,
Will you carry off this tired child
From rooms too narrow, days too real?
Come at dusk when lamps go blind,
When light forgets my name.
Lift me from the measured din,
From bread earned slow and hope kept tame.
We will sleep where stone stays warm,
Wake when owls begin their call,
Drink from springs untouched by form,
Hear no clocks, no bells at all.
Let the village keep its vows and sums,
Its folded hands, its counted breath.
Lead me past the alder drums
Into a life that smells of death.
If freedom asks a body lost,
If leaving means Im lost to ground,
I’ll pay the price, I’ll take the cost,
Carry me where joy is found.
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 2:09 PM UTC
The little cottage
transforms me when I enter --
into a giant.
Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 3:59 AM UTC
They pushed me to awaken the giant within, little did they know they pushed past the limit.
...now a MONSTER on their trail!
Thank you for giving me to the ashes and pepper.
Sep 6, 2024
Sep 6, 2024 at 9:15 AM UTC
A man maybe
a giant.
Maybe a joy
or pain.
Truth is
a tear!
Sep 24, 2022
Sep 24, 2022 at 12:04 AM UTC
Followed by many
Giant among the giants
With an orange mark
Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 12:43 PM UTC
blinding aether sun
burnt grasses and branches cry
as ashen giants flight
Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 8:32 AM UTC
sunburnt grasses cry
branches, blinding aether sun
as ashen giants flight
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 7:19 AM UTC
MONSTERS
Sitting still in devastating thoughts, flowing through like a sparkling light ocean that burns as hot as the sun.
Piece by piece, months, weeks and days go by, the monsters within awaken.
All humans are monsters and all monsters are human.
Has the sun set to sleep, the crying demon arise wandering
in a peaceful sleepy mind of mine.
Mistakes, heartbreaks, loneliness, pressure makes my monster what it is.
The mistakes, heartbreaks, loneliness and pressure the creature that haunts my darkest thoughts.
The piercing pain is a giant whale that swallows me hook line and sinker.
Aboting my peaceful coexistence
My monsters lies patiently ahead waiting in ambush.
The sabre-toothed monster kills me day by day.
What is your monster?
-KADRI. M. A. -
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 2:04 PM UTC
He's a gentle giant
Tiptoeing around his soul flower
Delicately nurturing the delicate entity
In awe, he gawks from suns to moons
Pondering in anticipation, this wonder flower's bloom
Such a marveling creation, he wants to support forever
But he's so very very big
He could crush the little thing
And so he can never get too close.
As gentle as he may be, he will never be so gentle it doesn't break the flower
So he may only enjoy the flower from a distance, never being able to entwine
Until one day the flower blooms and evolves from a flower to a tree
For a soul-flower is complex enough to be this free
And it's roots caressed the giant's body, gently uniting with its everlasting partner in time
Becoming one, like the tree on top of the giant hill
Together, they slumber forever, in each other's presence, content, and still.
People visit this soul tree from time and time
For many believe that this tree will grant you the sight to obtain your own true love, you'll see
There was a time where this giant thought it would never get to truly love the soul-flower but could nurture it from a distance, and it did so happily.
This nurturing little did the giant know, caused it to bloom big enough to withstand the giant's strength, forming its own strength, in which it used to become one with the giant, for the love of one was so powerful that it amplified the being of the other.
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 11:30 AM UTC
Staying single
is a loneliness,
I tried to,
but,
I can't resist.
I want to marry
Someone with
a green face and
white clothe,
she is someone
with a giant smile
and, behaving
bravely.
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 10:45 AM UTC
the walk through the dark forest,
with these trembling legs full of fear.
the fear of hissing coming from a height,
And the rumors of a living giant bear.
the crying trees suffering from blight.
hands start shaking, whenever I try to write.
the experience was honest and real,
that roar if lion I still can hear.
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 3:42 AM UTC
I learned gentleness from a giant of a man
whose reach
reached full round the world and deep into my wounds,
offering a strength and a healing
that was light as a whisper
and heavy as a salve
that gave off an aroma which took me back
to my mother’s arms,
her safe smell and the music of her song,
rocking me gently and teaching me more about strength
than any wannabe giant of any size.
He gave me a giant’s confidence to hold tight to Him
while holding all else in an open hand
– not grabbing,
nor forcing,
but holding out for Him
and His gentleness
that I find invites more
than it commands.
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 12:04 AM UTC
A richest mother,
who let
her children suffer,
she is, a tallest
than a tallest Palm
and Dates trees,
For those
who are near,
her shadow is useless,
And those,
who are very far
benefitting massively.
It's my richest and,
a giant mother
Nigeria
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 12:07 AM UTC
You are like the moon
Pure and opaque..
Can be described as nothing but a giant flake.
Desirable enough to cause many heartbreak.
You are a beautiful dream from which i never wanna wake...
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 3:51 AM UTC
dear tracy
i am listening to your words
listening to your voice
dear tracy i am listening to you because
you calm me
a morning is given grace
by your voice but first of all:
forgiveness
how could a day forgive?
heaven yeah: it can!
since a day is god
and god is a day
and god is inside everything
and god is inside everyone
and god forgives
god, without words, made me feel how to forgive
it's a lack of compassion that made the
cold-hearted so cold-hearted
the giants of our earth will fall
sooner or later.
i am talking about goliath
i am talking about donald
i am talking about supercilious creatures
who fight against themselves day by day
but who celebrate autonomy
dear tracy
i am listening to your words
listening to your voice
dear tracy
i am listening to you because
you're a good person.
a good person does the right thing;
and by spreading a strong spiritual vibe
you have been doing the right thing
dear tracy please:
spread the vibe
and then
spread the vibe
and then
speak the word.
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 3:25 AM UTC
she's big,
almost too big.
big enough to weigh more
than you.
she's hope,
that something betters to come.
that we won't be here forever.
she's always there,
haunting your every move.
in your way,
and on your lap.
but always exactly where you want her.
she's dying,
and we have to hold onto her,
before it's too late.
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 11:58 PM UTC
It may be only
a little pearl.
But someone
reached out to it
peeping in the giant sea.
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC
I feel small
The world is a laughing giant
Wearing a coat to stop the cold
But all of her coats are too big for me
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC