#photosynthesis
I soak up rays of warmth from the sun
as it covers my limbs like a blanket.
I am calm, content, and curious.
My curiosity is unbridled,
and my creativity is bolstered
by the satisfaction I feel.
I wish to grow and reach new heights.
This freedom comes from the sun,
as my leaves photosynthesize its warmth into energy.
My stem reaches taller, and new leaves unfurl.
I create a new version of myself with every sunny day.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 8:36 PM UTC
The Ozone erupts Hotforms
That zapped a lively man his strength
Gives live to dying plant.
Sep 21, 2024
Sep 21, 2024 at 7:17 AM UTC
You live
in the cells of me
suspended in
radiant light
like roots resting
under a willow tree
weeping silently
into bloodstream
or softness planted
in summer rain
blooming petals
on a pulsing vein
beneath soil
rich with life,
all leaf, insect
and cell
are One
You —
are a garden
quietly living
as the Sun.
Feb 6, 2024
Feb 6, 2024 at 9:01 PM UTC
With out sun
there is no light
in the day on to
the earth, absence
of the sunlight
green wouldn't
photosynthesize
to feed the plant
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 1:11 PM UTC
After the dark always comes the light...
i will grow and move on...
am good better off alone...
i tried to keep it curve...
cone...with ice...
me and you...
am looking deep in your eyes..
sun set...
photosynthesis done...
i think you the one...
i love and trust...
does that still exist...
i don't want to live in the world...
where you don't co-exist....
nothing is broke left to fix...
i wish i was young..
back then...when i was six...
it was crafted...up in here....
my greatest fear was knowing the truth about me...
family separated....
everyone full of hatred....
photosynthesis...
the change of light after dark...
look at me now...
trying my luck....
life is a gamble....
i throw the dice....everyday
for the nice life anyway.....
i don't do it for me...but for the fam too...
photosynthesis...
i too...
need a making
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 3:18 PM UTC
The Evolution of Love
by Michael R. Burch
Love among the infinitesimal
flotillas of amoebas is a dance
of transient appendages, wild sails
that gather in warm brine and then express
one headstream as two small, divergent wakes.
Minuscule voyage—love! Upon false feet,
the pseudopods of uprightness, we creep
toward self-immolation: two nee one.
We cannot photosynthesize the sun,
and so we love in darkness, till we come
at last to understand: man’s spineless heart
is alien to any land.
We part
to single cells; we rise on buoyant tears,
amoeba-light, to breathe new atmospheres ...
and still we sink.
The night is full of stars
we cannot grasp, though all the World is ours.
Have we such cells within us, bent on love
to ever-changingness, so that to part
is not to be the same, or even one?
Is love our evolution, or a scream
against the thought of separateness—a cry
of strangled recognition? Love, or die,
or love and die a little. Hopeful death!
Come scale these cliffs, lie changing, share this breath.
Keywords/Tags: love, microscopic, amoebas, pseudopods, microbes, photosynthesis, darkness, night, stars, evolution, shared breath
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 5:03 AM UTC
Who but afternoon
Susurrations of heat speak?
Where but earth
Stars feed
(As electrons sway
And pour through walls;
Spin gold to sugar,
Greenly tasted
By the lips of mammalian tongues
Eating fat
With gardens and stolen glucose) ?
Incapable of creation -
Who, but we,
Devour?
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC
chloroplasts are absent in a human body
the green ability to turn sunlight into energy
known only by the plants
deep-rooted in the earth
growing quietly on slower time
but photosynthesis
is the conversion of light into energy
and I like to think
I am more rooted in this quiet greenery
than the bustle of a human landscape,
and the feeling of sunlight
on my face and my arms and my bare feet in the dirt,
makes me feel like growing.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 3:40 PM UTC
Under the surface sheen
In the carousel of the surf
And the churned-up foam
Turquoise-coloured drink
And beige dust storm
Swirling down
Brushing against
Corals and polyps
That will die too and
Join the round bodies
Of diatoms.
Stars of the sea,
Celestial show in the deep.
Dancing as they descend,
Toward the inevitable end,
The boundless dark
A plain of mud
Made ghostly by their larks.
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 9:25 AM UTC
Potted daisy by the window sill
is in love with Mr. Sunshine - the morning brings.
Dapper and Radiant and oh! So warm!
Daisy is spellbound by his charm.
At every first blush ...
she sings her song...
that his love makes her tall , that his love keeps her strong.
But as the daylight begins to wane
Ms. Daisy feels partings strain .
With the setting dusk
the waning glow
the night is set in Indigo
Repose Ms. Daisy , don't rue for the day
For , Mr. Sunshine is but a few hours away !
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 10:50 AM UTC
I crave human affection as much as
a flower demands photosynthesis
hiding beneath a shaded tree. It has
no control over capriciousness
from the sun.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
Process by which plants make their food and clear our air using light,
They have no feet or hands but they make their food right,
Being self sufficient,I bet they've got no need to fight.
Nature is inspiring,
Birds always happily singing,
Guess their songs are never expiring,
And they're surely thankful for the air they breathe through photosynthesis,
Do we appreciate our trees enough?or maybe the point of their existence we miss?
Don't chop them off unless you need to.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC