#seedlings - Hello Poetry

oh, but look at _what grew_ all because of the dirt that they once threw

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May 24, 2019

May 24, 2019 at 12:55 PM UTC

ohellobeautiful

b l o o m i n g

oh, but look at _what grew_ all because of the dirt that they once threw

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~~~~ Feel the breeze brush your seedlings Not yet ready to scatter and conquer. In 15 days they’ll be ready to go. From tiny parachutes to big hang gliders Small brown dots turn into white clouds Stages seemingly passed overnight. And when that gust of wind comes Holding promises of new adventure Let go of the tods and allow them to fly. Find lands of unknowns spaces. To root and grow into, so one day They won’t be so scared to allow Their own go the same way. ~~~~

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Nov 6, 2018

Nov 6, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC

painfultruths

dandelion mothers

~~~~ Feel the breeze brush your seedlings Not yet ready to scatter and conquer. In 15 days they’ll be ready to go. From tiny parachutes to big hang gliders Small brown dots turn into white clouds Stages seemingly passed overnight. And when that gust of wind comes Holding promises of new adventure Let go of the tods and allow them to fly. Find lands of unknowns spaces. To root and grow into, so one day They won’t be so scared to allow Their own go the same way. ~~~~

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I belong to the Earth The Earth not to me It'll swallow me up when it's time Or maybe it'll share with the sea. We don't cultivate our Mother, She plants us like seeds Provides us with a nice clean bed and always pulls the weeds. Not all the seedlings grow into what she would want them to be So we're harvested and mother tries again.

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Aug 12, 2018

Aug 12, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC

A-NU_0LD_POET

Mother Earth

I belong to the Earth The Earth not to me It'll swallow me up when it's time Or maybe it'll share with the sea. We don't cultivate our Mother, She plants us like seeds Provides us with a nice clean bed and always pulls the weeds. Not all the seedlings grow into what she would want them to be So we're harvested and mother tries again.

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Two seedlings grow up on the same plot of land Wonderful black soil, not loose sand So their roots gripped deep, so tall they could stand So face to face they grew, each one knowing the other As they shot up, their love soon bloomed one for another They so longed to touch and entangle With their branches they wanted to hold and mingle And all the way to their roots they wanted to feel the tingle Their love grew strong, and so did their trunks They were watered and cared for each day by the monks And the years slipped by when one final hour Their branches could touch with a little wind power A few more years slipped by and they now could embrace And they were happy they had been planted face to face They stood for centuries happy and content in their place Sadly they thought that this bliss would last forever All life problems they swore to endeavor They held each other through storms and sunny weather Until one day his roots grew weaker With every passing year their situation grew bleaker One night a storm blew in and their situation was dire The wind blew him over and lightning set him on fire She lost some branches trying to hold on to him She knew deep down to her sap that now her life would be grim Without him by her side she started to cry And with every eternal year that crept by Her limbs no longer reached for the sky but drooped down to the ground Cuz that is now where his charred remains could be found She reached for him with every single limb Her weeping went on each day of the sorrowful years she was filled to the brim The monks took care of her but they could feel her great sorrow They prayed everyday that she would stand strong till tomorrow One day an old monk took a close look at the tree And decided the pain had changed her so much that her name now is different by decree So my child when you lay your tired head on your pillow Remember her and all her seedlings are now the weeping willow She's there to remind us of the loss of great love That not even her seedlings could rise above

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Mar 5, 2016

Mar 5, 2016 at 2:43 PM UTC

Pauline_Morris

How the Weeping Willow Came to be

Two seedlings grow up on the same plot of land Wonderful black soil, not loose sand So their roots gripped deep, so tall they could stand So face to face they grew, each one knowing the other As they shot up, their love soon bloomed one for another They so longed to touch and entangle With their branches they wanted to hold and mingle And all the way to their roots they wanted to feel the tingle Their love grew strong, and so did their trunks They were watered and cared for each day by the monks And the years slipped by when one final hour Their branches could touch with a little wind power A few more years slipped by and they now could embrace And they were happy they had been planted face to face They stood for centuries happy and content in their place Sadly they thought that this bliss would last forever All life problems they swore to endeavor They held each other through storms and sunny weather Until one day his roots grew weaker With every passing year their situation grew bleaker One night a storm blew in and their situation was dire The wind blew him over and lightning set him on fire She lost some branches trying to hold on to him She knew deep down to her sap that now her life would be grim Without him by her side she started to cry And with every eternal year that crept by Her limbs no longer reached for the sky but drooped down to the ground Cuz that is now where his charred remains could be found She reached for him with every single limb Her weeping went on each day of the sorrowful years she was filled to the brim The monks took care of her but they could feel her great sorrow They prayed everyday that she would stand strong till tomorrow One day an old monk took a close look at the tree And decided the pain had changed her so much that her name now is different by decree So my child when you lay your tired head on your pillow Remember her and all her seedlings are now the weeping willow She's there to remind us of the loss of great love That not even her seedlings could rise above

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The ground was turned We sewed the field Toiled though, Night & Day We sewed the harvest of WAR, Seedlings of Death Bullets were littered to flower Different calibres Bearing the fruits, Those picked ripe on the branch Magazines Armour piercing Tracers, Explosive, Rounds, best not to drop. C4 planted watered with Nitro-glycerine, Like a ripe melon it grows Till it is plucked form the stem, A war head hangs heavy lest it falls, Wiping out the harvest & more, Planting the seed of destruction Is a hazardous Job, One wrong step And a spoiled mine Can take off, Toes, Legs, Insides, Spill out in to the field of WAR Feeding those objects That would spill more blood Once harvested, This field full of the seedlings of WAR.

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Aug 31, 2014

Aug 31, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC

poetic-t

Sewing The Seeds

The ground was turned We sewed the field Toiled though, Night & Day We sewed the harvest of WAR, Seedlings of Death Bullets were littered to flower Different calibres Bearing the fruits, Those picked ripe on the branch Magazines Armour piercing Tracers, Explosive, Rounds, best not to drop. C4 planted watered with Nitro-glycerine, Like a ripe melon it grows Till it is plucked form the stem, A war head hangs heavy lest it falls, Wiping out the harvest & more, Planting the seed of destruction Is a hazardous Job, One wrong step And a spoiled mine Can take off, Toes, Legs, Insides, Spill out in to the field of WAR Feeding those objects That would spill more blood Once harvested, This field full of the seedlings of WAR.

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