"deforested" poems
To see a dwindling tree in the forest
is not to know its bleakest
but to know its earnest
The decay is shown outwardly as despair
by means of deforested ensnare
Forlornness seems its welfare
Externally the forest is declared undeserved eternally
Beauty is unsecured directly
And hope comes seldomly
Whole,
is a forest,
alive as a unit
Spaciousness is created with the tree's covet
Restored are the longing of nutrients
in a sacrificed facet
Aug 13, 2012
Aug 13, 2012 at 6:27 PM UTC
1. Not knowing my future
2. Owing money
3. Trees being deforested
4. My parents
5. Youth unemployment
6. Klu klux ****
7. Usher being alive
8. Stupidity being rampant.
9. Her
10. Irregular heartbeats.
11. Time being a factor
12. Silly tings
13. Brain aneurysms
14. Losing
15. Empathy
16. Superman
17. Staying past due
18. Every one being rude
19. Discussion isn't important
Read the first letter of every word :^)
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
Oh, planet of the azure,
Cypriot sands,
Nordic beauty,
Amazonian lands,
Nile river plains,
It’s plain to see that our world
is a paradise for the
paradisiacs and the aphrodisiacs,
The business suited men,
The wedding dressed women,
The children of the soil.
But also plain to see are the
oil-stricken sands,
Viking battlegrounds,
Deforested lands,
Dry river plains.
Unknowns and ****** deviants,
Power hungry animals,
Divorce cases to be,
Already dead.
Oh, land of the azure,
Strike up a match and burn us all down,
Won’t you?
Oh, paradise world,
A giant floating blue pearl,
Cut us all down and burn our ashes?
Let us make amends,
Blue and green marble,
For we have doubted your sands,
Lands, and beauty,
We have doubted them whilst we have stood upon them.
For we are too tall to see what heaven lies beneath our feet,
And we look to the skies for heaven whilst we are among angels.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 6:58 PM UTC
I
Drag your child dreams across my teeth
and hold your army at the gate.
A thousand pikemen 'neath the flag
Now reign within the court of sleep.
Their hands wrapped round oaken shaft
their mail a-glittered in the sun.
Shields all bared 'gainst mortal pain
To raze and conquer, one by one.
They hung the king and in his place
Poor Yorick sat with crown and mace.
And we vassal's question deep
The choices fools will make and keep.
O sky awash with blinking snow!
O land drowned in golden light!
No force will come and claim the day.
No end to this, O sleepless night.
Drag your child dreams across my teeth
and trace the Ande's over skin.
Release the Marquis from your eyes
to sovereign now my realms of dream.
II
Drag your Child-dreams across my teeth
And run your pistol dry.
Bite into the ears of hope
Now feast upon the flower.
I ran my taste across your lips
and draw a fire with my tongue.
the Y of sin;
Staccatto on your neck
with the silence outside;
Audience to Reverie.
The Verse we sang
With child dreams dragged across monster teeth
hold this holy, once revered hand.
Lay your breath on heaven's gate.
III
...she dragged her child-dreams across my teeth, the edges and tip rubbed me on the range. Her fingers groped for the discarded uniforms of youth, now a size too small.
The white and stark reflections of the passing car-gaze illuminated the comfortable moment for what it really was. She didn't know it yet, she had no idea.
IV
I glanced upon the holy mound
awash in evenings light.
The dew smelt like memories
soaked in pollen.
A black sun yawned between the hills.
Then the earth began to quake
when the river was dammed and its trees deforested.
While all the while
She dragged her child-dreams across my teeth.
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 2:30 AM UTC
You don't really want me
Or know what I am
I'm more of a monster
Than I am a man
To learn what I've done
In the past, a nightmare
To see through my eyes
Is a sun-spotted glare
It would just leave you blind
With your tail in between
And your past in rewind
Up a flash-broken stream
Yet as it fast-forwards
It all passes by
You will feel like a God
All alone in the sky
Where your setting resembles
The beauty in pain
Born merely to die
While bound to this brain
As a feeling machine
With a lithium heart
Energized by emotional
Chemical art
As it flows from the brush,
Or the pen, or the sword
Machiavellian muses
Of severed accord
Couldn't stop the all-mighty
The father of time
The eternal high king
The most masterful mind
Who hears your exalts
As the crack of a whip
Because demons of freedom
Are my power trip
And I worship my maker
My change and my spark
With a riddle bit light
And a hint of the dark
You may follow the leader
Or challenge the tyrant
Regardless, the sheep
All submit to the lion
But I only hunger
For words to fulfill
My famished empire
Without the blood spill
Still I hold no claim
To this gilded cage feast
I wish only to tame
This industrial beast
End the ownership over
This name-branded earth
And slash the price tags
From the truth in the dirt
When I rise from the void
The undeadliest ghost
The half-life of the party
The first Sunday post
I am rare breeds of rebel
The blue-shaded red
I'm the hammer and sickle
The grim reaper's dread
My coup will be swift
Like a thief in the night
My reign will endure
Through the ages I write
My purge will emerge
In the surging of storms
My war will lay waste
To these spineless conforms
And from ashes of norms
And the freeing of slaves
I will build pyramids
Atop amber grain waves
I will cleanse atmos-fears
With metropolis trees
Deforested cities
Will fall to their knees
But I will uplift them
To share in my vision
As I keep the peace treaty
Sealed in this prism
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 4:17 AM UTC
I'm on a whim contemplating between disparity and continuity.
Stuck between where the fire meets its maker doused in gasoline.
Who self destructed to the point where her hands aren't clean.
And turning a deforested soul into a forest full of wanderlust.
Moving along with Earth's rotation as she becomes crystallized into her origin of star dust.
Cemented between inhaling the start of another new season.
And exhaling out gun powder from the war waged against self treason.
Feeling the outline of my fingerprints just to pretend his skin is still touching mine.
And reading the crystal ***** as they fall down my cheeks telling me his heart was never aligned.
I can't choose between the feeling of infinity and ephemerality.
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC
It was impossible to make all the same mistakes after the collapse,
what was left of humanity moved far from the deserts and found the last slivers of green earth.
Learning to grow food was easy and intuitive,
books survived and so then did knowledge,
many buildings stayed standing,
and held within secrets of the past.
Solar panels were warmed by the sun,
turbines harnessed the wind,
but oil, gas and coal had been depleted by the before people.
Deforested sands were soon seeded,
succession gave way to the trees,
and with new life poison was leeched from the sky,
the after people breathed increasingly easy.
They rebuilt all that they could,
and from the foundation of the past,
they built a new future.
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
*I am red clay suffering the boots of men
Aged Pine in fear of the saw
The plight of Whitetails in the Winter hunt
September Dove escaping the shotgun
Deforested back country robbed of fertile layer
The cold domestic animal showing unconditional -
love before their slayer
A tear for the meek
A blanket for the weak
We are every person sleeping in a car
The stars blocked by city lights
The diesel engine roar
Technologies ******
We are the riddle , the animal superior , changelings in denial
The True Killers* ...
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC
It is all fake sadness
Without cups, no sprite to collect the rains
We are an endless rolling fog
on the edge of the terrain.
We are foxes living in the suburbs
we are sneaky creatures not meant for fluorescent light-bulbs
and streetlamps
We are the oldest vulpines alive
I had been asked about symbology-- about flags and shapes and geometric plagues
I had to recollect the places in my head, London was a dime, Berlin was a teeter-totter
U.S.A was a great big long balloon snake
There wasn't anything left to say in the barbershop,
the razor blades dully buzzing,
no songs but the buzzing
of satellite radio
I got a removal done,
my deforested head could feel the wind caress it
I was a new and reemerged cocoon with a lacking self-confidence
I studied books and computers at Best Buy
You were a yet unknown quantity
you were god in the skies of San Ramon Valley High
Or perhaps the other prestige of some other village dream
You emerged and contained within the largest fib
Give me one good reason why
You deserve any more of god than the earth.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 2:45 AM UTC
Love was the seed which I sowed
Heart was the fertile land
Where i ploughed
You deforested the land
Where the saplings growed
Leaving me lonely
With the pain you endowed.
May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 12:31 AM UTC
Muddy footprints, and the howling moon,
This forest welcomed me,
With the mist cuddling around
and the silence drumming noises
Seeking my way, reached that log,
deforested! Missing it's fruit!
This log, I sat on,
and brushed my bruises and wounds
While I was covering
unknown routes
This log, broken and sad
proved it to me
that heartbroken ones,
missing their fruits,
once the parts of them,
are the most helpful
and the only who wipe our tears
in this evil, unknown world
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 10:46 AM UTC