#meadow
today is friday
let me hop in the meadow like a grasshopper
in a mood that's special for losers only
and i hope where my little journey ends
will be shrine of my petite grasshopper legs
trees, and asphalt accompanying me
let me start again
today is friday
will those who rejoice share in the sorrow of those who grieve?
let me know like i am two eyes
witnessing
but never cry
looking for its other half
i miss you
the ability to see in two
today is friday
but for some reason
i have this childish hope
that i will find you tomorrow
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 11:47 AM UTC
Life is indeed preferable to death.
look, a flower - stem
green, petals white, eye yellow,
in the meadow
where
it'll die,
as will I,
Oct 9, 2025
Oct 9, 2025 at 1:56 PM UTC
I stand alone, amidst the green meadow,
Grass embraces softly in its glow.
On the left, a cozy home,
where warmth and peace freely roam.
Blue sky,
shaping clouds with grace,
birds dancing in wind,
a lively chase.
Eyes closed,
the sun kisses my soul,
Eyes open,
I leave that heaven whole.
I write, unseen by all,
to know my truth,
I find myself in every word I choose.
Jan 27, 2025
Jan 27, 2025 at 7:44 PM UTC
the meadow watches me
eyes hidden in flower buds
while i run through the tall grass
chasing after a ghost
its blurry form shifting colours
like the sunset and sunrise
sweat drips
down my cheeks
maybe i'm crying
i can't tell, really
i just know that
my lungs breathe clean air
for the very first time.
Oct 11, 2022
Oct 11, 2022 at 9:10 AM UTC
What is beautiful
About reality
Is what is beautiful
About math
There are
Many things
That have happened
The things that have
Produced this moment
Are at most times
ASTRONOMICAL
Meaning so big
It renders itself
Incomprehensible
Yet.. it happened
Even if the
Numbers against
Stand taller than
The daisy itself
Ever could
It still remains
In the meadow
For you and I
To see
Sep 30, 2022
Sep 30, 2022 at 4:55 PM UTC
I was fine
with waiting;
the breeze
of melancholy
carries with it
the distant smell
of blossoming flowers.
If waiting means
I can spend my time
imagining those flowers,
whose nectar,
whose petals,
entrance me with such splendour,
then I do not mind waiting.
At times, I envy
those who chose
to pluck from the ground
the flowers they had cherished.
But I...
Alas.
How I long for
a past
I did not have.
Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 1:47 PM UTC
Although reciprocation would be ideal
it does not have to be all or nothing.
If I can be
as a single flower is to the meadow
then I am content.
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 2:11 PM UTC
There was nowhere
left for her to turn,
after the rains
came and washed him away.
So she lay down
upon the softened meadow,
lost in a stream
of consciousness.
She tucked herself in
between the sheets of Ulysses
and dreamt with both eyes open,
eating lotus fruit and flowers
as the river widened its mouth.
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 9:13 PM UTC
The green grass meadow where I go to play,
A place where I can take my fears away.
A place where the sun always shines brightly,
And the grass kisses my skin ever so slightly.
The beautiful flowers brightly in bloom,
I don’t have to worry about the coming doom.
The sky so brightly blue above,
It makes me feel so in love.
Here in the meadow I am not alone,
Because here with me are my friends I call home.
Together we lay in the grass having fun,
Pointing at clouds and admiring the sun.
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 9:36 AM UTC
I hear the piano playing softly
pulling me from these rutted plains
into a moist green meadow
a vision of a flowing brook down the hill
makes me believe the words of the Prophet:
“Your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions.”
yes, I am old, but I see and feel the rising gentle treble notes
lighten my leaded limbs
awaken my spirit
and ****** me into the realms.
It is the touch and glide of the pianist’s fingers
across the ivory skin of the keys
that transports me
in the waning hours of this day.
How sweet it is!
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 12:08 AM UTC
She walks toward the sea
afraid of the deep,
but excited to see
what lies ahead.
She runs through the forest,
sun streaming through the tall
green trees.
She finds a meadow
where flowers abound.
She smiles
and basks in the quiet.
But it is not quiet for long.
She stumbles and falls,
and fear rushes in.
Threatening.
Piercing.
Gripping.
Pulling.
She fights
as hard as she can.
She wants to go on.
She wants to open her eyes
and feel the warmth again.
So slowly
but surely,
she picks up
the pieces.
And she goes on.
Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 12:46 AM UTC
Swinging in the breeze all day,
the sun is shining high,
warm glow upon my face.
Watching as the clouds pass by,
the sky an ocean blue,
a tranquil happy place.
The meadow sweeps out to beyond,
the flowers vibrant rich,
the hills are gentle green.
The birds sing merry songs of joy,
thier tune a cheery sound,
a picture so serene.
The children laugh and play bellow,
they run and jump and dance,
such energetic grace.
They monkey up onto my tree,
I smile as they climb high,
they squint and see my face.
They suddenly begin to scream,
fleeing in abject fear,
from my skeletal smile.
It's lonely swinging here alone,
nobody knows I'm here,
I wish they'd stayed a while
The people come to cut me down,
my rope is old and frail,
thier blade is sharp and new.
I think I'll stay here anyway,
my spirit is my own.
I rather like the view.
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 11:10 AM UTC
We lay on a field of yellow stubble
Our legs swinging in soft water
Meeting occasionally
Butterflies in lower belly
Oh! The wonders of human touch.
Birds fluttering in the infinite blue
Erratic buzzing of bugs
Calming silence of autumn wind
Suddenly broken by his
"If i could pause time for an eternity
I'd do it right here with you in this moment."
I looked at him
His innocent eyes staring into the wide sky
Perhaps sending out unfeasible wishes
And then he held my gaze
And i realized how futile words were.
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 2:47 AM UTC
No it doesn’t
belong to know
the first fellow
on my pillow
in meadow how
he anyhow,
showed good flow
of shadow on my
window that
overshadowed
rainbow to outflow
reflow, to reglow and reshow
my endow
of WoW!
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 4:08 AM UTC
golden brown leaves fall delicately from a tree
warm hands pointing at fluffy white clouds
the feeling of back against the grassy ground
fluttering hearts and long, drawn-out whispers
secrets spilled in the dead of night
trust is a dangerous chemical
and I have given you all of it
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 2:12 PM UTC
A daisy in a dragon flower meadow
water turns to lead
the air tastes metallic
A flower among weeds that grow so tall
a flower spreading seeds, hoping that, come fall
another daisy will bloom.
Come, fall, to the dragon flower meadow,
so that what we said when we were alone
will at last, like dust, settle.
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 11:36 PM UTC
We stood hand in hand by the meadow up the hill.
It was almost as if time stood still.
I wish this dream would never end.
So our love could flourish with our flower bed.
I said ‘please don’t leave, I love you so.’
She replied ‘I love you too, but now I must go’
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 11:07 PM UTC
A meadow made for lovers
Between nowhere and forever
Beneath the fragile stars
We spot fireflies and share our most inner thoughts
Silence is the greatest sympathy the earth gives
I can only wonder what we will dream about
Tonight this flower bed will be ours
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 11:31 AM UTC
her grandmother stood at the window in the kitchen
the corners of her mouth turned up into
an unconscious slight smile
at the sight
of a spinning yellow blur
under the big oak
in the middle of the pasture
surrounded by green grasses
wonderous hues of wildflowers
she quietly called out to grandad
come see this
the lanky cowboy sauntered in
from the breezeway
with his umpteenth cup of coffee
peered at the blur of yellow
opened the side door
stepped out on the deck beside the metal glider and
called out in his smooth baritone voice
sheeeeeelllllliiii...
sheeeeeelllllliiii lllllloooooooooo...
she might have
been 4
or perhaps five
precious in the way
innocent girls that age are
dressed in smocked yellow lawn
white lace
patent leather
up to her shins in spring grasses
slowing her spin
she turned toward her name
her face radiant she took a wobbly step or two
then broke into an off kilter run
arms stretched out before her
he took a few long strides
bent his tall body low
offering a bent knee
wide open arms
she flew into them with all her might
knowing she would be caught
rough housed with
and given a wickereye
from the window her grandmother took it all in
sighed
said to herself
hold this dear
hold this snapshot of the soul
for. ever.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 9:15 PM UTC