#npmtree
It's dark
It's cold
It's smells like death
Dirt I suppose
And here I lay
Curious as can be , to venture forth
It Looks like my destiny
A light shines and I break this seed
But now im old
My energy depletes
Ah but I see
The last thing I see...
It's green...
Now the leaf to the branch to the
Rest of the tree..
The question here now is
Does the top leaf who shines and
See all that can be seen..
Does he or she remembers
That it started from me..
I mean seed?
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 9:13 AM UTC
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Its form was made for sky,
Reaching into hung heavens.
In the amniotic soils are blood
Veins of bone becoming root.
At the earths breaking is light
Green within the sprouts barking.
To the golden sun on its journey,
The trunks ring into skies praying.
More leaves do come as everlasted
Springs in new revolutions of years.
All the twined branches are knotted
As they grasp the blue firmaments.
And scriptures of heavens proclaim,
Here be journaled leaves, life seeding.
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Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC
Simple,
Alive,
Strong,
Alluring,
Vibrant,
Contrasting to the roots of the tree,
Wired,
Mess,
*****
Desperate,
Search for water,
For food,
Similarities to humans in need.
Give water to both these living inspirations.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC
Cné
In my most desperate need
seek out a bush by a tree
rewarded with a rash on my rear end
relieving, with a squat, by poison ivy
No thank you, I will take a chance
in hopes of saving my ***
and hold it until I just can't
and avoiding a nasty rash
even if it means ....
I will possibly *** my pants
Temporal Fugue
*** the least of your worries
as your bladder will expand
making you make decisions
not all that good, or planned
So make your place
and keep your wits
bear, what you can stand
drop your drawers and hold your ****
and *** as god, demands
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 1:18 AM UTC
I think that I shall never ***
as much as I peed upon that tree
Having to stop in the deep dark woods
holding it in, was just no good
I didn't try to apologize
splashing *** on trunk, and sides
Relieved and drained, and unrestrained
I know my ***** will leave, a woody stain
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
The tree
By my birth
Stood strong
To compensate
For my weakness
The tree
Afterward
Stood stronger
For I was the tallest
In my class and my head
The tree
I loved never
Never fell nor waned
At the sight of the moon
Nor lightning streaming down
This tree
Stems out my
Hefty brooding lungs
Stems out my
Every ambition
Grows from my
Red blood and
How I hum with
Unbelievable strength
Out your window
Beckoning you to listen to
The tree in me
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
In my vicinity there is
A garden so green
Monsoons
Winters and
Summers
All do agree
A walking track
Joggers track
Yoga corner
A gymming area along the track
Everyone seems to be enjoying
Early morning enthusiasts
and
Late bloomers all love the place
A poetry recital Corner
An occasional artist
Capturing the beauty of the place
Conversations of the Elderly
Reliving memories from
Back in the day
The children in the play area
Going Merry-go-round
And sliding , happy and gay
With
A canopy of trees
Sheltering the track
Come Summers
The trees bearing flowers in bloom
Purple orange pink
And
Most special of All
A yellow so Mellow
(Indian Laburnum)
Leaving no trace of green
Cascading in delicate blooms
With
A granite seat placed
Beneath
A feeling so divine
A favourite of mine !!
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 9:37 AM UTC
You pulled me close and I smelled leather,
the scent of rain clinging and weaving
through you like ivy. Your breath rustled
like the trees we climbed together, laughing
and carefree. My eyes were as blue as the dead
sea and yours only looked at me. We
sat in those branches, warm and safe.
Sometimes in the dark the smell of morning
dew and fresh leather hits me and I feel
a melancholy too intense to understand.
I hear your breath next to me. My eyes
used to be as blue as the dead sea, yours
are a distant memory. Now I sit in these
branches, cold and alone, wondering
when you will come home to me.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 11:36 AM UTC
Trust me, give me your seed,
I'll let your roots grow into me,
We can face our leaves towards the sea.
We could grow intertwined,
Into a lock without a key.
We could grow a color filled canopy,
That blossoms into a lush mess of romantic beauty.
Let's let our sad hearts atrophy,
And together, become a tree,
Just you and me.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 10:40 AM UTC
I kissed you goodbye that rainy night
Under the Tree in the Sacred Garden
Not realizing as I left for my flight
I would never see my lover again
The man who swore undying love
Would soon be gone and in his place
A cruel cold coward I never dreamed of
To cancel promises and plans erase
Was Iceman inside you ready to strike
If ever anyone got too close?
Tearing down trust and faith alike
Punishing me for loving you most
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 4:56 AM UTC
You may fail
To bear fruit
But you're there
To give shade
To my sorrows
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 3:20 AM UTC
Under the naked tree
They saw each other drenched in silver moonlight
Revelling in a mad dance of love
Echoing moans through the night
Two lost souls
Had found one another
To lose themselves
To each other
They'd found their spot
Where not a being would intervene
So there, they reunited, each night
Sparking a silent fire, in this place so serene
Under the naked tree
Revelling in each other's sight
Began a mad dance of love
Echoing moans through the night
Tides rose, and winds spooked passers-by
As from him, sweet kisses, she stole
A soul, free from the binds of its corpse
Had just found another, to make her a whole
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC
A tree older than my great grandparents
would stand outside majestically
with impressive length ,height and strength
spreading across densely above
A home to many birdies
Which love to swing and sing
their cheerful songs to wake me
Me and my friend have various memories,
playing around ,over , beneath this tree ,
This tree served many years , many people
each day , without a leave
and will serve even more after me
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 2:24 AM UTC
.
Its form was made for sky,
Reaching into hung heavens.
In the amniotic soils are blood
Veins of bone becoming root.
At the earths breaking is light
Green within the sprouts barking.
To the golden sun on its journey,
The trunks ring into skies praying.
More leaves do come as everlasted
Springs in new revolutions of years.
All the twined branches are knotted
As they grasp the blue firmaments.
And scriptures of heavens proclaim,
Here be journaled leaves, life seeding.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
Tell me the story
About the war
And the mother
Who used to worry
Under your branches
About her son so far
Away from her
In the trenches
Speak
About the two lovers
Who used to coddle
Each other
Next to you
Who carved their name
On your trunk
Who promised
To remain
A couple
Forever
And never let
Their flame
Fade
And wait
Until the war
Comes to an end
So they can
Wed...
Tell me
Of the little girl
Who used to scream
And jump
Around your trunk
And sometimes pump
Into you
So that you
Would rain
A few leaves
On her hair
What about...
The fire!
Who brought you hell
So that
You can’t tell
All the secrets
You know
To the crow
And inspire
The young men
Sitting there
To write stories
About you
Tell me
Tree
About your story..
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 2:02 PM UTC
my favorite picture of myself
was taken in a redwood forest
I stood next to a tree
at the age of seventeen
and the height of six feet
and about 130 pounds
and for once
I felt short
and not the giant myself
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 1:31 PM UTC
Your journey splits into branches
Upon a dirt path of nurtured soil
Where your roots once grew.
Some live and others have passed,
Whether completely buried among a thriving colony
Or still visible, but pitiful.
Your trunk is large and round
But all the details are what make you unique;
The bike it grew through,
The swing bolted to your childhood,
The pests of society crawling all over you.
Your leaves are brown.
All you can remember is her name and yours.
And as time goes on,
I wonder which leaf will fall first.
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 1:00 PM UTC
She stood among
her brothers
they were lush
and evergreen
she couldn't reach
their heights
that tiny leafy tree
she felt so small
unnoticed
as creatures passing by
said
"Look at all those
mighty trees
reaching to the sky!"
Spring went by
summer passed
and
though she grew
a tad
she felt so unimportant
so lonely
and
so sad
then one fall day
she felt a change
that tiny leafy tree
she called to all her brothers
"Brothers, look at me!
Now I'll be noticed
my special gift
I've found"
as she stood there
oh so proudly
in her lovely
scarlet gown.
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 11:37 AM UTC
*Friends are a lot like
leaves of a tree,
or roots of a tree.
They're in your life for
a few seasons and fly,
or in your life forever...*
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC