#naturalworld - Hello Poetry

I dance with the tree outside my window We face each other, our branches reach out in an arc to meet The breeze keeps tempo We sway The leaves shimmer and shine, sending their good graces to the music. A warm voice holds us both encased in a moment of decadent peace

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Jun 7, 2021

Jun 7, 2021 at 8:20 PM UTC

Merl_The_Squirrel

In a Moment of Decadence

I dance with the tree outside my window We face each other, our branches reach out in an arc to meet The breeze keeps tempo We sway The leaves shimmer and shine, sending their good graces to the music. A warm voice holds us both encased in a moment of decadent peace

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i’m no outcast in these woods, where the people who belong are shunned, permitted no entrance to what is sacred and preserved only to those who understand what it feels like to be dismembered at the waist

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Jul 1, 2020

Jul 1, 2020 at 9:41 AM UTC

credence_is_here_to_save_you

outcast

i’m no outcast in these woods, where the people who belong are shunned, permitted no entrance to what is sacred and preserved only to those who understand what it feels like to be dismembered at the waist

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First, Mother Nature met Diana. Mother nature, autonomous woman Place the elixir of life onto my tongue, Three drops, put your mouth above mine Let your saliva drip in Touching the roof of my mouth. I’ll now tilt my head back, Choking as it runs down my throat, A beautiful agony, as always Into my body, Down to my stomach, The tonic of life, Our life. Now we shall create. Amen. Second of all, with fountains of love, they created a child. They went on to call her Rosina. let your bees come in, pollinating, creating life but only under my terms, only when i choose to let them feast upon me let a small peach form on the branches of my womb but let her core be poisonous hydrogen cyanide, to keep thieves at bay if my body is a garden, let it be ripe, ever growing, ever flowering a stretch of soft grass, for us to lay our heads mother, mother, daughter the heavens will sing.

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May 17, 2020

May 17, 2020 at 12:57 PM UTC

susannawrites

women of the world

First, Mother Nature met Diana. Mother nature, autonomous woman Place the elixir of life onto my tongue, Three drops, put your mouth above mine Let your saliva drip in Touching the roof of my mouth. I’ll now tilt my head back, Choking as it runs down my throat, A beautiful agony, as always Into my body, Down to my stomach, The tonic of life, Our life. Now we shall create. Amen. Second of all, with fountains of love, they created a child. They went on to call her Rosina. let your bees come in, pollinating, creating life but only under my terms, only when i choose to let them feast upon me let a small peach form on the branches of my womb but let her core be poisonous hydrogen cyanide, to keep thieves at bay if my body is a garden, let it be ripe, ever growing, ever flowering a stretch of soft grass, for us to lay our heads mother, mother, daughter the heavens will sing.

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In nature trees grow as wide as the roots will allow. At a point, science must surpass nature or risk becoming a 'nature' -unto itself.

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Aug 14, 2016

Aug 14, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC

david-john-mowers

Natural World

In nature trees grow as wide as the roots will allow. At a point, science must surpass nature or risk becoming a 'nature' -unto itself.

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