#tall
You are a mountain
Yes, You stand strong,
Conquering any obstacles,
Any that come along,
you possess such strength,
You are stable and tall,
You are built to last, and
To Challenge it All!!!
Mountains do crumble,
From time to time,
Bolders tend to form, and
Can Fall from on high
But It will be Alright,
just continue to have courage,
Be strong like the mountains and
Don't ever be discouraged!!!!
B.R.
Date: 12/18/2025
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 9:04 PM UTC
Because being tall
Also means that you have to be big all
The time for those that are small.
You bend
Down to comfort a friend
Who's being
Vulnerable. All you're seeing
Is the top of their head
While you look like a god to them.
And instead
When you look for
Comfort, reassurance,
Nothing matches your size anymore.
I miss how things were before.
Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 7:54 AM UTC
Lean and tall
A gift from gods
Far and wide
The world is divided
Time travels on by
And soon enough
I touch the sky
Legs feel to long
Stand up and I feel like falling
If only the long legs to take me far away
Back to the old days
Yet we lay in bed
A cold casket and only fits me
The crescent moon greets me
Before shying away
And Although I brag
And it’s not to bad
The shock of standing up
And finding myself —- ft up
Is quite the shock
For my walls remember
Marked with small and long lines
A smaller me
And a far different me.
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 11:23 PM UTC
I've had you on a pedestal,
I've had you look at me so tall;
Must've been so brutal,
When you felt the fall.
Was it unfair?
Or did I misinterpret your glare?
My apologies for the stare;
Must've been a justice flare.
Oct 15, 2024
Oct 15, 2024 at 4:08 PM UTC
tall glass of water with a refreshing personality
feeling quenched with your arm around me
-
i cannot stall this out any longer
there aren’t volcanoes that are hotter
feeling better whenever we are together
my tall glass of water
Jun 11, 2023
Jun 11, 2023 at 12:58 PM UTC
A black castle perched at a great height
Just barely out of the reach of me
The tower no different than any other night
So dark that it’s quite natural not to see
Yet my eyes are keen to this sort of sight
Secrets spill into my head rather lazily
But sit stagnant and take no form, no flight
So I carry myself quite lackadaisically
On this night it seemed the absence of light
Had reached levels of terribly high
But open your eyes, you could and you might
See Tour Noire, black tower in the sky
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, the burdens that we hold are for our backs to curve years of wisdom---to reach peace:}
hard for me to express
the things you left in me are in mess
the buildings so high scared to my *******
believed things come now to their bests
acceptance of the unknown faces that bloom on the yellow stairs
moments I found it a burden to bare
then you another ranger in those brown tiles
made me drink that blue liquor made me smile
laughter in the wooden walls I will uncover soon
even when the visits brought a past gloom
searching is something I was meant to do on those borders
never will I know or remember unless I read the folders
feel the flies in the green lands
a tingle plastered on the hands
but nothing more than that stance you ******
put a lot of grace because of a simple caring lace
is it okay if this while took a late
that mere second has been stuck written on my fate
those arms gambled with my noes
even though a little lie
didn't hurt
didn't go
far from the beyonds
that red sweater
a path to the wallpaper
to the given weather
-------ravenfeels
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 5:22 PM UTC
Do not wanna scream at you every day
I don't want to fight or make you hurt
More and more I say words that cause you pain
Is it so hard to make this work?
Would need you if you didn't need me
To face that realization is hard
Sleep off doubts hoping you won't see
Return cause they never go far
Why are you what I fear the most?
Dreaming open eyes
Fantasies we hope to come true that we used to host
Never will if you keep giving lies
There will come a day everything changes
Nothing will stay the same
Left picking up pieces while reality rearranges
Both will end up with cuts of shame
Love with an intensity so great
When saying your name it rattles doors
Mind might belong to me
My heart is all yours
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 8:37 PM UTC
golden leaf streamers
cascaded o'er the aspen's
tall majestic stem
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 7:06 AM UTC
minute dewdrops clung
onto the tall grass blades
earlier this morning
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 11:04 PM UTC
"I wish I wasn't so different
from everyone."
"You've got more in common
With people than you think."
"Oh yeah? Like what?"
"Well, once upon a time, we were smaller.
Then, we grew taller. Or rounder.
Maybe more than we'd like, but we all grew stronger."
"Well, I don't feel very strong right now."
"And that's okay. We all fall. Sometimes like a sack of bricks.
Sometimes with the grace of a sunset.
But at some point, we all get up.
And when you're ready to stand, I think you'll find
There's fight left in you yet."
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 10:40 PM UTC
I could say he is like a sunflower,
always growing very tall,
He is always there for me, with his guy-like power,
He is the one I would want to catch me if I fall.
He stands out from the crowd,
with the help of his icy-blue eyes,
in the bleachers talking, cheering, laughing out loud,
like the brightest star in the darkest of skies.
The way he illuminates my world with his smiles,
he lights it up and never seems to let it dim,
he could keep me walking for miles,
in search of anything and him.
Because of this, you stand out to me during the day and night,
like a shooting star taking flight.
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 11:58 AM UTC
Small Tales
by Michael R. Burch
When Artur and Cai and Bedwyr
were but scrawny lads
they had many a ***** adventure
in the still glades
of Gwynedd.
When the sun beat down like an oven
upon the kiln-hot hills
and the scorched shores of Carmarthen,
they went searching
and found Manawydan, the son of Llyr.
They fought a day and a night
with Cath Pulag (or a screeching kitten),
rousted Pen Palach, then drank a beer
and told quite a talltale or two,
"till thems wasn’t so shore which’un’s tails wus true."
And these have been passed down to me, and to you.
According to legend, Arthur and Kay grew up together in Ector’s court, Kay being a few years older than Arthur. Borrowing from Mary Stewart, I am assuming that Bedwyr (later Anglicized to Bedivere) might have befriended Arthur at an early age. By some accounts, Bedwyr was the original Lancelot. In any case, imagine the adventures these young heroes might have pursued (or dreamed up, to excuse tardiness or “lost” homework assignments). Manawydan and Llyr were ancient Welsh gods. Cath Pulag was a monstrous, clawing cat. (“Sorry teach! My theme paper on Homer was torn up by a cat bigger than a dragon! And meaner, too!”) Pen Palach is more or less a mystery, or perhaps just another old drinking buddy with a few good beery-bleary tales of his own. This poem assumes that many of the more outlandish Arthurian legends began more or less as “small tales,” little white lies which simply got larger and larger with each retelling. It also assumes that most of these tales came about just as the lads reached that age when boys fancy themselves men, and spend much of their free time drinking and puking! Keywords/Tags: King Arthur, boy, boyhood, ***** drinking, beer, ale, tall tales, Wales
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 12:50 AM UTC
Standing in the garden, I admire the trees.
So strong, so tall, so carefree
Watching its leaves dance through the breeze
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 12:16 PM UTC
The higher you climb, the further you’ll fall,
With a mindset like that,
you will never stand tall.
What you should instead remember,
when you fight against time,
is that the best view
comes after the hardest climb
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 8:05 AM UTC
the shadow in the light on the wall looks like the shadow of a face I barely recognize at all
you stand so tall as you watch me fall
I find myself in the same place and seeing the same face that I tried to come to ignore
but what for?
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 8:12 PM UTC
What is it about trees that make them so special?
Why is it that they make me have a sense of peace?
Is it because trees are really alive like us?
Or that they stand so tall, reaching towards the sky?
What do trees remind us of when we look at them?
Why do they make me smile when I look at them?
Is it because trees are really like people too?
Or that they too, seem to have no care in the world?
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 2:16 PM UTC
I, giraffe, stand long and tall,
Am I the tallest of you all?
I have such a long elegant neck,
I see above the crowds, by heck,
I can tower over you all,
I, giraffe, stand long and tall.
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 9:27 PM UTC
Be the thunder that
breaks the silence
if noise is the only way
you have to be heard.
Be the thunder that
breaks the silence
after a lightning
triggers its violence
against your fragility.
Be the thunder that
makes the storm come.
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 7:14 AM UTC