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Anthea Dec 2018
A garden in a sidewalk
Is stepped on too many times
But she is re-planted
A flower swept out to water
Drowns without a raft
But she is taught how to swim

You keep her strong

You are citrus blue and evergreen
And you give her everything she needs
Rohan Press Nov 2018
you're scrawled in the faint wood,
aren't you? i don't smell
your pine and heather,

an evergreen finality—
not evergreen, anymore.
Makayla Jordan Oct 2018
the looming mystery of evergreen flowers
continuously beautiful
almost as if they cease nothing less than
perfection
perfection, a word unknown to many
hated by most
all are jealous
of those evergreen flowers
why so happy
complete
so normal
oh how i envy
those evergreen flowers
Dominique Feb 25
Love, I hope the drugs that hold you
Keep you high as you had me
‘Cause I’m dealing with the freefall
If it lands me at your feet
Then I’ll wrap around your legs and
Stumble off my battered knees
Rip a bouquet from my lungs
And wipe my blood across your cheek
And when I’m done, I’ll whisper “please”

Please
Please
Please
You unwind me
Don’t remind me of what I lost
Please
Please
Please
Leave me alone
Shatter my bones if that’s the cost

I watched a sports car choke a rose
Found I longed to be the ash
And drowned it in a line of prose
Opened up a surface ****
But you found your way inside my mind
Left me blind to all of life
I vowed to leave you behind but
All my evergreen trees died
And I sat and bled and cried, “Please”

Please
Please
Please
You unwind me
Don’t remind me of what I lost
Please
Please
Please
Leave me alone
Shatter my bones if that’s the cost
unfinished for now~
let's put time in a cage
like a bird on a mantle
a canary to sing
of times gone by

let's put time in a cage
trap it here with us
hold it close to our hearts
and never let fly

let's put time in a cage
model the evergreen
live on in love
and never let die

let's put time in a cage
and open it when
each other we hold
hearts satisfy
For Kara
KUSHAL HAZRA Mar 2014
WE LISTEN TO THE SOUND THAT MAKES US JOYFUL.
DAZZLING LIGHT KEEPS OUR DAY TO REMEMBER CLOCK.
IT ALSO HELPS TO ANALYSE OUR EVERGREEN DREAMS.
SOCIETY OF HUMAN NEVER HELPED ANYONE TO UNLOCK THE DOOR.
IT HANGED THEIR FUTURE ON THE SHOULDER OF THE “STRANGER”.
ONE DAY EACH LEAF WILL BECOME DRY AND TIRED OF ******* FATE.
ONLY THE TREE OF LIFE CAN RELEASE THE RESPECT, WE RECEIVE ONLY TEXT.
Q Jan 2017
Walk through my soul forest
and sense
Anciently evergreen and wise
Fresh dampness deep with life

Rocket through my mind galaxy
and know
Burning nebulas of inspiration
Infinite dustings of thought constellations

Fall into my heart ocean
and taste
Tides brackish with emotional brine
Love foaming on shells and shorelines

Breathing life into my body
Blooming peace into my life
Take a moment to see me
And these natural forces of mine
CK Baker Feb 23
listen to the babble of the cool mountain stream
and the morning birds singing from the evergreen
I am no gardener, but I do know this:
Perennials and orchards need the kiss
Of an early frost, a freezing deep,
To hold them whole through winter’s keep

A bloom in false spring, (winter’s hollow),
Before the heavy snows that follow,
Will have the cell walls bursting, cracking,
Freezing, thawing, expanding, contracting.

So too, must dreams lay dormant still,
Or else becoming Winterkill.
Much as I wish them to bloom, bloom now,
They must lay under the mulch and bough.

I tell myself, “Learn what you can from the season”
Patience, Myopia, Acceptance sans reason -
You are stuck in the wheel, right here and right now,
Hearing naught in the dark, muffled underground.

Yet I am no seedling! I am no tree!
Though my flesh warms and cools just as easily.
So why should I wait? Why be pinned by the cold?
Do I have a choice in the story that’s told?

Could I be a cold crocodile, nose above ice,
Or hibernate warm with the marmots and mice?
Why not come in from the outside to thaw,
And savor small tidbits of hope in my maw?

Could I choose to fly south, or to stay evergreen?
Must I really wait for the melt to be seen?
I wonder, though I’m sure from what seed I have come,
Is it winter that dictates what I will become?
Megan Sherman Jul 2018
In age of old, in time that pass like tides,
When Prometheus lived and Lo! He strived,
As thirsting for Heaven, he climbed its hills, and trees,
Clenching at the Sun, its spark he seize.

The leaves, they warmed, turn bright and evergreen,
As Prometheus, he to fierce fire wean,
Swell lips sip lightning, of the nascent noon,
And divine heat from his hand duly shone,
To Roses, who sing, uprise and sweet rebel,
In bloom to conquer, vanquish concrete hell.

A wish for fire, fulfilled, angered Zeus,
He thought the fire be given, not to choose,
That excellence with fire, laurel his,
"A crime against the Gods Prometheus did."
For glory of the light from Heaven sent,
The hour of his favour now gone, spent.

Smite down the hero, tear ambition down,
Old Zeus, but young ambition wears your crown,
For daring, striving why not badge of God?
The Promethean vision all time hath applaud,
It art of upper world, belong in sky,
Praise Prometheus as fire goes roving by.

Mind gilded by the golden, whirling thread,
You seize from Heaven, through the Earth now spread,
Bringing hope to hearts, life to the dead,
As for forgiveness of the Gods you plead,
For an uncriminal act and sublime deed,
The arrogance of Zeus? Need not to feed.
Moonflower Oct 2016
I want to be so full of light
and so full of love
that I forget
every
single
time
I agonized over misfortune,

that I can feel my heart
swell with love for the people
who have mercilessly caused me pain-

the ones who have,

and the ones who will.

I wish to be so full of light
and forgiveness
that I may let go with grace;
that those who didn't know any better
may learn from my mistakes
and may be inspired by my growth,
by the love blossoming from my heart
and extending from my hands.
If every leaf I've turned was collected together into one massive pile,
I'd have an evergreen forest
flourishing with life.
Every mistake,
every challenge,
every heartache
was a learning experience.
All of this
was an experience.

So you've messed up,
so you've made a complete fool of yourself-
you are human,
forgive yourself.

Learn,

Grow.

Everything that has happened, from the moment your feet hit the floor in the morning,
to the minute you were late to work,
was meant to.

I promise,


it was meant to.
Ella Salvador Jun 2018
A young girl is walking on a sinuous and rough trail.
Wounds and scratches have found its place in her body, so frail.

As she reached the end of the pathway, she began to feel decrepit and impuissant that she wanted to discreetly skreigh.

On a cloudy dark night, a boy appeared in the fog.
He said
Everthing will be okay..
Don't worry..
Just take my hand..

He took her to a place
that is very bright,
dazzling that it hurts
her heavy eyes.

They both sitted on an evergreen
well-groomed grass.
She noticed the beautiful scenery that appeared.
It calmed her mind,
her heart,
her whole being.

The sun shines,
the water by the river is crystal blue,
the breeze of the wind blows her hair.
She have seen the skies,
the birds and the flowers
surrounded by tall trees.

This place is filled with love, joy and happiness.
This is the place that she can choose to be with
or she can be in another world..

                                          -Ella Salvador
(c) June 2018
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