"huming" poems
Decrepid
I watch you spy their futures
Scooping dreams with sillky fingers
Far too frail to dig,
Fear not,
The sweat from my brow will bring us life.
Sustaining and sweet
Care not,
Though you can not see them.
The huming birds sing
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 8:25 AM UTC
Veins full of drought
early cages for my demons,
huming currents blow
through these blackend wrinkles,
cracks of atrophic mud.
A force from above
keeps pushing me your way,
but I’m vividly hiting the ground
like a feather fallen from your wings,
or a chord that can never touch you,
like an ice cube left sober into your last glass,
or a dream you won’t recall,
as your eyes unfold
to ennoble and delight the day…
life, again, never puts me at ease
only teases me about what I’m not…
I’m a contradiction of lines
persistently dying inside,
bleeding out to death
but just for the Joy
that now I know.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC
my ears are *****
my fingers are fucking( with the purist of intentions )
there is a bus in the lane next to me
as i come closer and closer
i notice the amsterdamn read lights
and i think to myself
(i wonder how much that bus driver would charge me for a ****
she looks old and faded
crusty crumbling eye lids
held up by small sticks
made from the bones of huming bird wings
fashoned together by tiny men
in the face of the man in the moon
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 6:22 AM UTC
Look a the eagle digging
His claws into the salmon.
If it was slower
You would notiice
That the tree that
Dies kills the life
That thrivwed on
The unbrella parasite.
The dead kills us.
While we ingnore life saving
The way I see a huming bird three feet away.
Theeres nothing to say ill come again.
To see the world full of noise.
The anthem of love and nature.
Hunts you down when the unlucky deer.
Feeds the craving I have in winter.
You hate the way we survive.
But after aweekyoue
Achanged antalo9e.
Often the people you love
Forgive bull **** lauphs.
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 6:00 AM UTC
The silhouette of your body
Is noticable from across the world.
Your eyes -candy.
Lips -taste of sugar.
The rugged scruff scratching my face
Only burns after the fact.
After.
Chests beating
A thousands times per minute.
Huming birds
Fetching nectar to keep the world alive.
Look at me though.
I want to get lost,
And only with you.
I want to get lost with you
To find you.
To find us.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
HUMING BIRD.
One lovely sunny day as I was tending my basket of flowers.
a sudden flash of shiny green buzzed by and landed next to
me on the humming bird feeder,
So close was it! I coud almost reach out and touch it.
I stood so still,
and watched it as it drank and often fluttered it almost opaque wings.
Suddenly a burst of wind rustled my hair and the bird took to flight.
Such a wonderful gift of nature, that I was blessed to experience.
Reminding me that summer is coming to a end molding into fall.
DS
AUGUST 1
2024
Sep 1, 2022
Sep 1, 2022 at 3:46 PM UTC