"feild" poems
A single pebble
A blad of grass.
Easy life,
But alas.
A battle feild
Is were I lay.
A place of beauty,
Gone astray.
No one ever stops to think
Of wars effect on everything.
The chaos and blood,
That it may bring.
But I do not have a say
On what happens now.
For i am only a pebble,
And I dont know how.
Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 5:50 PM UTC
irksome thoughts spin round the moment
and they flee to where iv fled to
and they tap out strange messages on my head
and they gather dust into piles
and the piles grow to hills with the
passing hours and changing landscapes of the heartstring
strings are for kittens to play with
chase round and round
she lay in the shade of an oak tree
by the roadside
in the dust hills
sipping her long island
and watching the road with languid eyes
leaf floats down and
unattached from the dream
she wanders
the dust hills wailing for lost loves not her own
and berating thouse resposible for every
slight ever felt
headlights bath the dust hills
as eighteen wheelers truck
the empire of america ever southward
into the cheaply painted tropical sun
she is bikini clad
and is forever clutching an ice cold drink
that eternaly leaves a smile on
her forever blemish free smile
in the ***** dark dust hills
i feel so alone here by her side
i want to run away
and sleep in a feild
with the ****** and the drunkard
with the apostles of night
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 9:25 AM UTC
Since the day I met You I knew You were no ordinary girl. It's not because your hair was more colourful than the northern lights or because your smile was so dorkishly adourable.
You see I would never really get nervous around girls, and I already knew you for a couple of years so the thought of there ever being something died a long time ago.
so I still cannot understand why when our hands interlocked that Wednesday morning, in that empty feild with nothing but us and the crickets, You managed to transform the butterflies in my stomach to pterodactyls, the frog that was once in my throat has been swallowed by a tyrannosaurus.
You made the feelings of a first crush come back to life, I relived it over and over until first crush was changed to first love.
But when you kissed me, when you kiss me the creatures in me became prehistoric. Their bodies burnt away with nothing but remains left behind, And their bones were used to build the foundation of the feeling that I still have today.
You know most people say when they have a special kiss they see fireworks, but girl when I first kissed you I saw a meteor shower.
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 8:11 AM UTC
it wasn’t till night that I realized what had been bothering me all day and when I saw it at last I was sad, in the way I do, when the bothering is so easily-remedied-a-thing, once seen, or in this case, felt, as it was the longing of my feet to be without shoes, sans socks too, no winter, **** concrete, sidewalk, home every encased thing. It was night in a park with the children wahooing when I got quiet enough to listen to the feet, who’d been fed up all day, and when I slipped out of the sturdy hiking shoes and pressed my feet, which by this time had nearly given up hope of ever getting what they need, onto the cool spring grass my silly knees nearly buckled. And I was greedy for the different surfaces, to give them to the feet, who longed to walk and slide over them, to hold pebbes in toes, to crunch twigs and acorn caps, to squelch cold blades of grass together. I got a text then, from a friend, “I want to run naked through a feild of cilantro” and then my whole body started its caterwauling and boo hooing, and I felt as if I’d maybe started something I couldn’t contain, having given into the feet.
Jan 14, 2012
Jan 14, 2012 at 6:59 AM UTC
Through the gardens
Head over heels
Over and ahead hills
Time met a forcefield...
"Love Metaphor's Field"
Shall we cross
The lines of the path
Pass pastures
The past matters
It's the path to the present
Pleasance
Now
Is the time
To take the future
A few Daisies at a time
Thier radiance
So similar to the sun
But Sunflowers disagree
To the utmost degree
And they still wave
Peace
The Rose says
Romance is beauty
In the eyes that behold her
Forgetmenot's
Are unforgiving
To those who don't...
Memories
Remind us
Of the pasts importance
And we move foward
Through assortments of bouquets
New day
Others aren't as please
The violets hide under trees
And shade thier purple face
And sing the blues
No jolly
Oh
Holly ornaments
Hang accross vines
And intertwine tight as twine
Or a kiss...
Tulips under the mistletoe
Such bliss
As free as insects
The Beatles
Eat the ripe fruit of life
We share
No one cares
There's
Strawberry Fields Forever
Sweet scents
As we swing
Life has been like a Jasmine
Imitating that yellow sun
And it's will
While we walk without haste
Through Love Metaphor's Feild
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 1:09 PM UTC
birthed in toxic soup
of nesscessity and lust's needs
her own words haunt her
with simple phrase pronouced
clear and heartfelt
sorrow fear hope lust love love lust
like her little ballerina musicbox
such an entertaining little toy
such a long daydream to wake in such a
strange place
with its strange names and faces so flush with anger
why are you here
snowbunny go back to your mountains
go back to cold serenity
and the dream that she could care
for a malfuntion like you
snowbunny
clear and heartfelt in the morning
are full of doubts and questions by nightfall
in her dream
they lay in candlelight
and speak in whispers
though they are alone
they are as one with love
they are as one in heart
she awakens in a trash littered feild
by the highway
wet from the long night of rain
cough
the latter days of her sainthood
had faded
she wakes in her bed
and alls right in her world once again
for the moment
snowbunnys come to paradise
seeking new lives and easier living
in the sunshine state
but when they arrive
its raining
rain
rain
rain
rainy season in the tropics
sunshine state is an advertisement
not a reality
nothing friendly
nothing real
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 10:44 AM UTC
the second time i found her
it was in the midst of the grand staircase
she sat at the far edge overlooking the ballroom below
where many a face spun in wild dance
where many hearts fluttered on the verge of dreams
she cupped a single rose in her painted hand
its petals were cracked and dusty
and its scent had hints of rain
but she clutched it to her warm heart like adoration
saying softly that if she held it for long enough she could
give it life once again
i knew this to be true
but i feared the cost to her visionary soul
would it blind her to the tigers among the lillies in the ballroom
are we all not blind to the tragedy of happenstance
so i swept her up and rode into the night
to the shallow waters of the coast
where the salt of the sea could wash away the rose
cleanse the mortal wound that is such loves
but it was made of thicker smoke than that
and still you could smell a taste of rain on its dusty blue petals
i built a forest house that fall
and there i sat her to recuperate
but she only wanted to once again dance in the ballroom
with the faces of grandeur and the voices of naughty leasuire
'only a friend can debate you this tale'
is how i defended keeping her from that fate
once again we strove to gather words from the skies
as they fell like leaves abandoning their trees
once again she left in the spring
promising this time to take great cares with her pen and heart
i gave her a tender friends smile of my own as she had once done for me
and after she had faded down the summer road
i made my own way to the ballroom
because in secret i too longed to be lost in the swirling joys
the abandon of faces and names
of tigers dancing in the field of lillies
in a ballroom of trees
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC
Swisscheese isnt thin enouph.
Slices of bread arnt quite wide enouph
to be intbetween a win.
A dishwasher thinks of drunk elk fighting
On the devils table top.
He tells her to aim for the ink spot on the cueball.
But shes married to a sleeping bull.
He shows horns on friday not the tuesday
when everythings resting like salmonberries.
His herd comes for brunch and a few
glasses of champaighn on sunday.
But hes the grass they graze on.
Its his job to be a dish washer.
His frienes job makes sure the feild
tastes fresher then crab grass.
His efforts give him a choice
To leave or freeze some where else in
North dakota where the trucks rest like insomiacs.
Always on so the engine wont get hypothermia.
His text reads his lanhuage: im happy here.
Money doesnt control the few years I have
to waste on happiness.
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 5:48 AM UTC
Sue tells me that there used to be
a railroad
a few streets down
The shopping center was just a big dirt feild
"When we were kids"
she says
"We would put our hands to the windows sometimes
You'll never know what that feels like"
I imagine her bones
As railroad tracks
No one traces the topagraphy of her body anymore
Her hands shake as
She picks up
her saucer and tea cup
I hear a train coming
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC
Albany Rosaline Smith.
On Mondays Albany went down to the store to get milk.
Her mother always gave her twenty five cents.
Twenty for the milk,
And five for some candy.
All the boys she passed along the way would tell her how she was
Genuinly beautiful.
And she knew it.
Albany was gorgeous.
On her sixteenth birthday she let Bobby Fisher
**** her under the oak tree
Out back in the feild behind the pond.
"You're something special there, Albany,"
He told her.
She knew it was true,
But it was a nice gesture,
So she let him **** her from behind this time.
Albany became Misses Fisher two years later,
Three weeks after graduation.
It was just the thing to do back then.
They had four kids,
And she was a good mom.
Mathilda, Lizabeth, Marcus, and Temprance.
Three of which were Bobby's.
One of which was the town physician's.
Bobby never knew.
He was a mill worker.
He was not very bright.
But Albany was.
Bright and Beautiful.
She died at the age of forty-two.
She was ***** an killed by the doctor.
He was also the mortician,
So no one questioned it.
It was a small town.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 1:44 AM UTC
Everthing passes through that Arbor Vitae,
Anything and everything, living or slain.
Its great branches store the fruit of memory,
Letting us understand, love, the reverie.
Fondness and hatred alike,
That great trunk rooted in our psych.
There is nothing we can feel,
There is nothing we can taste,
There is nothing we can hear,
There is nothing we can see,
There is nothing we can DO,
Without that great tree of life.
Twisting vines,
Turning emotions,
Growing leaves,
Retaining memories,
Deep roots for reassurance
No wind shall move your greatest durance.
At the entrance of your feild of dreams,
At the edges of the reality seams,
Light is shed in the world of you,
Give that great tree a view,
Darem eam libertatem, ne putaveris:
Cura et dilectionem pro arbor vitae.
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 3:44 AM UTC
Welcome to gorilla garden.
King Lions roam like lone wolves,
Some wolves are crowned like the head of their pride.
Few bears are curios, like your common cat.
Some giant killer kats are kind,
Some giant kats aren't killers.
A bear can sound like a dog barking, a cat purring, or you might barely hear a crow craw before you're mauled for being far to close to the cubs.
There's ants the size of pizza pockets.
And garfield hates lasanga because he got his name from never leaving the
feild he was born in; such a stubborn
Gar; born in a pond in the middle of a field, refusing to be carried to freshwaters in America.
Welcome to Gorilla Garden.
In here, family is king.
Not pride, not packs, not flocks no colonies.
Snakes are welcome, as long as they don't cause twinge.
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 12:02 PM UTC
Once you were holding my hand
A bold embrace
Every time we met
A smile and a kiss
at every goodbye
Leaving each other
Gleaming
Side by side
In a feild of grass
We had to leave
Because of your allergies
But that was my favorite part
When you gave me butterfly kisses
And spun me slowly to fast tunes
Decorating each other in paint
Just for the hell of it
Getting you to eat blueberries
When you hate fruit
And me eating asparagus
That I can't bare to taste
Sitting on your heated kitchen floor
Eating chocolate animal crackers
On Wednesdays
The sifting sun
Through your windows
On that old denim couch
In the endless summer
Cool and cuddled for hours
Your back rubs on bad days
When you would kiss
The freckles on my shoulders
Times seemingly endless
An eternal love burned so fierce
But now look at us
Me, a shadow in your life
I would be holding your hand
Talking to friends
Laughing and loving so greatly
Yet I write this alone now
Sitting in the locker room
On a musty couch
Hidden in the back
Before the school day starts
Where I will see you again
And wish hopelessly
That I could hear you say
I love you
Once more
And beleive it
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 8:17 AM UTC
Albany Rosaline Smith.
On Mondays Albany went down to the store to get milk.
Her mother always gave her twenty five cents.
Twenty for the milk,
And five for some candy.
All the boys she passed along the way would tell her how she was
Genuinly beautiful.
And she knew it.
Albany was gorgeous.
On her sixteenth birthday she let Bobby Fisher
**** her under the oak tree
Out back in the feild behind the pond.
"You're something special there, Albany,"
He told her.
She knew it was true,
But it was a nice gesture,
So she let him **** her from behind this time.
Albany became Misses Fisher two years later,
Three weeks after graduation.
It was just the thing to do back then.
They had four kids,
And she was a good mom.
Mathilda, Lizabeth, Marcus, and Temprance.
Three of which were Bobby's.
One of which was the town physician's.
Bobby never knew.
He was a mill worker.
He was not very bright.
But Albany was.
Bright and Beautiful.
She died at the age of forty-two.
She was ***** an killed by the doctor.
He was also the mortician,
So no one questioned it.
It was a small town
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
When I first met you.
I met you first at the reception,
we'd never met before that day.
Your cousins wedding was such fun.
To get in I posed as a waiter and served you.
I saw you and my mind said "wow".
Instant attraction and my eyes stayed on you.
Part of the catering crew, handing you spring rolls.
What fun my best friends big brothers wedding was.
I'd never seen you before but I wanted more.
At reception of cousin and best friends brother.
Clashing Emotions and Doubt
What happened to stable, solid emotions?
They've become a puzzle with a deadline.
My feelings for you are confused and complex.
I don't know what to do, do i like you or not?
Is it possible to like a girl and not know?
How is it possible to find out, when emotions are thrown everywhere?
I can't understand my own feelings for once.
I used to be a master of my own emotions, not anymore...
Like a mystery novel with loss of life at the end,
the solidity has faded and the tables over turned.
The Forgotten Sunset
We watched the sunset from the feild,
orange and purple spread before us.
I don't really remember its features,
your features are all through my mind.
Your pretty feet with bright blue nails,
bare upon the grassy plain.
You asked me if I fancied you,
scared I said, "I don't think so".
Bare feet running through the grass,
painted nails and toe-ring.
The vision of you won't leave my mind,
your beauty beating the sunset's.
The sun went down with beauty bright,
as we watched it I watched you.
Mistakes and Regret
No longer stable and steady like rock.
Floating and free and impossible to guess what's happening.
I used to be in control but now have no idea,
feelings of regret and lost hope, mixing with earlier confusion.
What have I done? How could I betray my feelings?
Fear and the unknown my only excuses.
Strong feelings of loss and confusion flood my mind,
all hopes of order washed out and mixing with *******
How to solve this dilemma I have made? Life is at stake.
Order and peace have vanished, replaced with regret and wonder.
When I last met you
Different wedding, different reception. I met you again.
I've only seen you a few times, I wish I could see you more.
Pretending to have fun when all I could think of was you.
No need to act as a caterer this time, eating spring rolls.
Is it possible for you to forgive me?
I'm kicking myself over what I said.
No need to help out this time they are my friends.
I acted like I was having fun with my friends and with you.
Will we ever meet again, sometime in the future?
Will we meet again at the next reception?
Aug 18, 2011
Aug 18, 2011 at 12:47 PM UTC
I fully believe in the butterfly effect.
Because when I see you,
I know somewhere else in the world,
the universe must balance out
your lovliness.
When you laugh,
I feel the breeze blow on a spring feild
and see a child
seeing the sunset for the first time.
When you smile,
Orange trees bloom
with white colored flowers
and a scent so sweet
the bees cannot resist it.
And when you look at me
with the face of an angel
and the emotion of a God,
I cannot help but see
your beauty
in everything.
Apr 13, 2023
Apr 13, 2023 at 5:34 PM UTC
When im home alone
I like to walk outside
In the middle of the yard
And hear everything
Theres so much to see
To hear
When no one
Is there to speak.
I hear poetry
In the christmas carols
Ringing from the houses
All around me
From the train
Roaring away
Just down the street
From my small existence
The baseball feild
Is illuminated
And the cheers ring
Over the line of trees
And everything
Around me
Is so
Alive
How can i dare
To believe im anything
Next to this universe
Of noise and life
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
One by one they stand like statues,
As they get tagged,
In the feild were they play.
As the game goes on,
More and more stand like statues,
Waiting to be unfrozen,
By a person who will never come.
Due to the war between two,
That has everyone paralyzed with fear,
In this cold climate,
That they call normal.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
laying here, in my field of shattered dreams
trees fallen all around me
power lines spark their upset
the wind and rain smells like change
the feild has changed, over there its new
over here its old, useless
but at least here nothing else matters
no more drama, or suicide attempts
just me and my broken heart
survival here means everything
tears and rain mix in my hair
laying in the after math of my old life
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 10:15 AM UTC
To lay down on my back
And feel the freashly mown grass
Like the feel of a short hair cut
Friends to the right and the left
Trying hard to see there best
we lay in this moon lit feild
staring at this stary gaze
To my left Orion's belt streching far into the velvet black sky
who would think such beauty could be found in this baseball feild when
All you had to do is look up
And see this sight witch I do love
I lay and wish this time could last from now till forever past
Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 1:13 PM UTC
i woke up from a dream this morning
the thoguht of it almost made me cry.
i was lieing in a fied and it was raining
i was looking at the colours of the sky.
it was cold it was late september
i was wet and i didnt even care.
i was trying to see into the distance
i was trying not to choke on the air.
i could hear the birds in the background
they were siging but the song wasnt there.
they were looking for a soul who could hear them
it was me, but there was somthing in my ears.
it was the voice of a fallen spirit
it was broken beyond repair.
it was crying, it was the rain thats falling
it was the gravity, the air.
another heart that lost its passion
another child that grew up scared.
one more lone range soldier
looking for a love that was lost
but it was never even there.
they were singing: dont let this break you
i know your scared but tommorows here.
theres someone out there waiting
who can stop the floods of tears.
untill then just keep your head up
your strong your an army of stars.
inside youll know youll be fine
youv been alone and youve made it this far.
i woke up in a feild this morning
my surroundings almost made me cry.
i was lying in a wave of flowers
there were birds, a symphony in the sky.
i could see the light in the horizon
it was bright it blinded my eyes.
i could feel my soul returning
i could feel the power of life.
theres person who can stop the thunder
theres aperson who compltetes ur life.
theres a person who makes you wonder
if everything youve learned was i lie.
theres a person who knows whats out there
the direction to a life that feels right.
and theres a person who takes the long way
picks a fight but still enjoys the ride.
theres a person who can break your heart
and youll still forgive them in time.
theres aperson you can always count on
even if you misread the signs.
theres a person you can always trust
when no one else has a clue.
theres a person who knows what worth it
and that person is you.
Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 12:26 AM UTC
time lapses and fat rats run in packs
spit wads like cannon ***** the classrooms a war zone,
the geeks have the technological advantage screens spitting words of fire
faster then fingers can type them
the jocks ridding high have the big desk
the largest land mass,
and the biggest muscle mass
brawling in tight lipped alley ways among themselves the power struggle is as real as the love club
The corner crew is torn up by their civil war
along with their own wrists, their forces bleed dry before the war has even begun
combat peaks at lunch time,
that special point of the day,
where cheerleaders jeer on skateboarders with glee
and the smokers slip away,
because when the car riders come ,
their cavalry fed in gasoline, you know the swooners will come in swathes so ripe and clean
to beg and plead and please and tease and trip through halloweens
so dont you say school is easy
dont you try to tease
my school yard is a battle feild,
and its a fight i loose with ease
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC
it was high summer nineteen thirty two
in the depths of Kansas backwood
that he drifted out of the heat haze on the
long thin road from Topeka
with her delicate face folded in his Sears Roebuck catalog
he strides casually along the ***** worn pavement
neatly stacked in his three piece suit
pressed and measured as his clothes
he is the image of prosperity and educated class
but the seething and vile is always just benith the surface
in such hot unforgiving places
he came walking slow ahead of the rain
drifting in like a plague ahead of the cleansing
he came in like a figure out of the old testament
gonna break this place
gonna burn it down to the very last sinning soul
with this rusty blade i shall cleave you from this hell
with this choking dust im gonna lay this place to waste
and its gonna be steel water to get me on
gonna take hammer blow to wake me from this heat haze slumber
the metal rim glasses lay by the roadside
there was blood on the lens
there was a single fingerprint
like an admission of guilt or of hope
she sweated kneeling in the field
the crop wasnt worth bringing to market
but she had no earthly idea what else to do but try
but suddenly she felt it from miles out
it felt like the cold hand of death itself
felt like the broken scream of a million years of souls burning in hell
it felt like he was coming home
he quickened his pace
his tread now was stuttered thunder
on hardpack
like a pack of wild dogs
he strained at the leash to keep from running
he is so close
closer than he has been in a thousand years
closer than the day that young man died as a thief's death
closer than lovers
he could see her in the feild
she had just turned to run
and now the fire within begins
like a world of hurt
like a man on fire
we wait for him
we wait for them
in the Topeka sun
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
you are cheering for the pakistani's,
who take over the feild.
The coin which decided our fate,
to bat or ball,
to win or to fall.
it was the the moment,
when people came on their kness,
when kids and their family come out on the streets.
when we pull the flag high in the sky,
to show are spirit,
we tell the world,"THIS IS THE PAKISTANI TEAM".
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
I am nothing...
But a speck dancing in a green feild
I am nothing...
But a girl locked in a sliver tower high above
I am nothing .....
But a flow of purple slik
I am....nothing
My mayor tells me im not
I am nothing....
He keeps me safe from the monsters below
I am nothing...
Over look me and by pass my laughter
For here in my tower of light and joy my world is safe and complete
For i am nothing over look me....please ....for I am waiting for someone...
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 7:36 PM UTC