#willowtree
My eyes heavy, lips sickly sweet. The sun beats down not hot, but so beautiful you must look away.
Tears burn the skin they touch, I wish to become soil on this blanket.
I don’t believe in god. No god would let me feel this way, a constant yearning pain.
I reach for one so close, yet he’s across the planet. His eyes look straight into me, straight through me, so he must not understand.
But I do see the Willow tree. The one my father planted. Her long, elegant arms reach down.
She kisses my toes, and sings me a tune, I drift to sleep.
When I awake I’m still in a nightmare, but the Willow Goddess has left her mark on my cheek.
That night I realize.
She doesn’t allow me to “have him”, to love him, to kiss him, and hug him because it would hurt him.
My soul is untethered, it’s not long til I’m free. Til my arms sprout leafs and grow into the wind, my feet find a nutrient soil and spring rain and I become a willow tree.
She keeps us just apart, because she favors the man. She favors the tenderhearted, the only one she can now save.
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 10:30 PM UTC
my head hangs like a willow tree
chin up they tell me
they don’t understand my pain
healing outruns me
who am i becoming?
thought it was something
but it’s nothing
ruthless instead of loving
my head hangs like a willow tree
keep my face in the books
wait for the pages to tell me
which way i should look
Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 3:43 PM UTC
Every night, I search the sky
For the stars that spell out your name.
Because ever since you left
Without saying goodbye,
Nothing has been the same.
So if I'm lonely,
I lie underneath your willow tree,
And as I look at the stars,
I swear I can feel you next to me.
Sep 27, 2020
Sep 27, 2020 at 7:56 PM UTC
It is crawling
into my conscious
feeling; skin curls
slowly,
flooded my brain
of useless anxiety
from pure-
nothingness
The willow tree
screamed: toxicity!
and I sat under it
cooling my head
into 'calm' pieces,
this funny situations
of pure,
mad idiocy
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 4:05 PM UTC
I think asking for a soulmate is too much
Perhaps I should seek instead a kindred spirit
I'll find one along my journey across the sea
A fellow traveler, wanderer, foreigner
Someone else who sees the beauty in the little things
Who finds their passions in what others deem to be lesser
They will be like a sunflower in a rose bush;
A willow tree in a forest of redwoods
My moth amongst butterflies
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 10:07 PM UTC
The ache will feel like a willow tree creaking in a windstorm.
Persistent and powerful
Sometimes the wind wins
But never doubt the strength of roots buried deep.
Even with branches missing
The willow will grow to be whole again.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 8:56 PM UTC
Dear willow tree
How you enchant me
You provide a place to hide
From all inquiring eyes
You are my secret place
My great escape
Wrap me in your leafy arms
Keep me safe from harm
My mother's tree
You were thee
With all your meloncholy beauty
You mean so much to me
Your leaves hang off your limbs like vines
A perfect place to hide
I wonder if they admire hour beauty like I
Oh the things you must have seen
To make you seem so meloncholy
I want you to know with all your sorrow
You're still beautiful to me
You stand tall and proud
Away from the crowd
You are a cherished sight
Eminating might
You're so graceful as you sway
the wind begins to play
You always beg it to stay
But one day all things go away
But I want you to know
You will always be sacred to me
My dear willow tree
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
Weeping Willow cries,
this drought has lasted for months,
he's dying from thirst.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC
willow tree standing proud and strong branches flowing in the wind as if dancing to nature's song.
it's serene to watch, listen and truly see. we are but a small part, you and me.
oceans formed over days, weeks, years. their deepest points holding your darkest fears.
willow cracks and salty water lulling me to sleep. hush hush little baby, not even a peep.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC