CK Baker Oct 2017
dust cloud heavy
in an apricot sky
cottonwood mucker
under ambrose pale
whippet and shepherd
mill at the earth patch
yellow birch hangs
over red bench park

combine shavings
in crack rust brown
scissors chips
fall at the back stop
whiskey jack looters
sing patented chords
siblings (and 2 wheel enthusiasts)
give thanks

joyous retrievers
master the criss cross
bare maples stand
at settlers way
barred owl and blue jay
whistle the fore-wind
ghosts
and goblins
pull at the seeds

wind gusts belt
across the west gulch
blood rush churns
in a chilling fall morn
hallowed grounds still
at midday
quiet reflections
of the afghan
and hound

jumpers unite
at the oxbow
route runners bend
(on a sultry foray!)
meadows exposed
in the framework
ball park empty
with pennants past

barrel dirt favors
the brew house
crimson and copper
find bracken ridge gate
harvest hands savor
the honey and hops
blankets of color
for a winter's hatch

brush fire kept
under steady peruse
bark bites fly
and hot embers glow
pine cones drop
from timber tops
3 wick candles
for the dinner place

shiver and thrust
at the piper's call
cob web dew
on the shadowy gates
a chilled mist mellows
the season's return
poets and artists
and dreamers awake
Tomorrow is game day all across Husker land Everyone is excited,the Ducks just don't understand
My bird shot is ready
The remote is in my hand
I promise to yell and go crazy
I will cheer them on as loud as I can
Tomorrow is Gameday
Some ducks are going to die!!!!
  Let's get ready
Let the red balloons fly
It's LINCOLN ........FUCKING ......... NEBRASKA ..........
Now wipe the tears from your eyes
It's go go Huskers until the day I die
      Final HUSKERS 35 Ducks 32
autumn mist rises
across the glazen waters
through the aspen grove
AIA Mar 2016
Why do we need to fall for someone knowing they can't catch us? Why do we need to hold on for something even they're destined to let them go? Why is it temporary? Why not make it permanent? I wish I never met him. I wish I never love him. I shouldn't have let the bones outgrown. I shouldn't let myself fall.
Anyways I wrote this cuz I saw someone commented in some page. I can relate in every word she dropped. It was too painful and heartbreaking and we have the same thoughts. until now I have so many unanswered questions on my mind. Damn regrets.
delicatefractal Jun 2011
It was inevitable that I would fall
for the blooming Fall flowers
in your eyes
Pearl Jul 2017
He was my most delicate flower  

My favorite peony

Who seemed resilient of harsh summer showers

He held my aurora

He was my king, my aliferous deity


A dulcet fragrance is mixed with spring’s breeze

His kalon petals would balter  

I whisper “I dream of living near the sea”

He'd grin

Knowing I’ll never turn out as I aspire to be


With more love than the last

Everyday I would greet him  

Nurture him, tell him wild stories of my strange past


I thought too highly of him

I took my sharpest scissors

I lacerated his stem carefully

I killed him and pressed him  

In an effort

To preserve my love of him

For eternity
Amy Leigh Jul 24
Never fall in love with a poet.
They will break you apart
like stanzas.
You are a metaphor,
a simile, an oxy-
moron.
Never fall in love with a poet.
They will tear you apart
like a rough draft,
burn you, and then
call it art.
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