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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.
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Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 10:30 PM UTC
The Willow Goddess favors a man
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
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Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 3:43 PM UTC
willow tree
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.
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Sep 27, 2020
Sep 27, 2020 at 7:56 PM UTC
Stargazing
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
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May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 4:05 PM UTC
Willow tree
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
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Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 10:07 PM UTC
A kindred spirit
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.
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 8:56 PM UTC
Willow
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
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Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
Ode to the Willow Tree
Weeping Willow cries, this drought has lasted for months, he's dying from thirst.
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC
Weeping willow cries
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.
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC
willow waters