"nutured" poems
Be free!
I release you, Nurtured Feathers
Go! Fly!
Run and flee!
Leave this wall-less house of Forever!
Escape, bye!
Be gone!
No longer Us bound together!
No longer try!
Just remember!
I sewed your wounds better!
Dried Nurtured's eyes!
Don't forget!
I severed Binds that held Nurtured tighter!
Eliminated lies!
Reminisce!
Of toils of illness and bouts of fever!
Shoulders where Nurtured voice cries!
Just know!
There never were walls, windows, doors, locks, or levers!
Nutured was always free to go and try!
Freed Ye!
Become loveless to the hand of the deepest lover!
Beseech my soul as it dies!
So, Be free!
I smile as I release you, Nurtured Feathers!
Ever hurt as you go by!
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 1:00 PM UTC
She sketches the outline
Them darkens the pencils
Adding traces of fine shade
Time passes and her skill shows
As the picture begins to form
To stand out for the viewer to see
Each drawing is with loving care
They are like children to her
Nutured and made with love
Fairies dance with radiant colour
You can almost feel their smiles
The art glows as if it is alive
There is magic on that paper
That comes alive when you look
The perfection of a true artist
Nov 11, 2010
Nov 11, 2010 at 8:48 PM UTC
When u feel over pampred ,
over nutured and over cared,
when feelings come to your hert'
and every moment is shared as luck,
you just confuse yourself and puzzel
what to youself you have done,
"It's nothing else ' but simply means,
that you are in love"
When the world just come
and favours you at one,
it's the unexpected and accepted
change by sumone,
its what u desire and
your life is just turned,
"It's nothing else ' but simply means,
that you are in love"
when dreams are felt coming true,
and feel someone inside you,
u cnt go beyond the liking he do,
thats the craziest thing
everyone sees in you,
"It's nothing else ' but simply means,
that you are in love"
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 1:33 AM UTC
Time alone is the ultimate conqueror.
It wears down great men and empires alike.
So too it withers the wildflower;
all break before Aggressor-Time.
The hot sun burns into my turned back.
I thought I'd taste the asphalt for a while.
A begging thumb moves faster than a running fool,
but the sun has baked the asphalt to my feet.
Every northern town worn down by Aggressor-Time
awaits the final blown of urban renewal;
and pop-art will decorate the city streets,
where Aggressor-Time has chosen to leave a slum.
Still, the taste of asphalt and the smell of gasoline
carry me beyond these thoughts
and I run from Time, that sadist,
a shimmering mirage just down the highway.
Resting at night, there's always a bar
and a girl upon a stool, who'll listen for a drink.
Kiss her, love her, then run with the dawning sun.
Beware! For Time creeps up on you at night.
Broad expanses are diminished by the asphalt,
so too your memories lurking in the forests.
But that which you left behind awaits you,
Time, like the rings of Saturn, has no end.
Savor your victory Aggressor-Time!
Your pestle has ground down mind and body,
only calcified bone left in the mortar,
that futilely defied your crushing weight.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC
Growth
From the dying firelight I stand ,
Burning embers fry my feet where I stood!
I stand in your honour,
Proud as love lives!
Life will thrive,
Nourished and nutured,
As natures' own dreams intended!
As crippled soul,
I am restrained,
Without you,
I don't love,
I want no love,
I know no love,
Other than your proviso,
Love could ****
If I'd let her,
Hell,
I won't she has no holds,
She has no boundaries,
Strength in my honour,
No others have these causal effects,
Nobody could,
Tragic, nonetheless magic,
My claws rip at the tide of flowing love,
Scratching myself on the way!
Life is deathly in dark hallows!
Light will prevail ...no qualms!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 5:35 PM UTC
Dear night mother,
The youngling flew the coop.
Off for wild adventures, he cannot be tamed.
His elder kin spoke of magic,
The intellectual splendor of spells
Gifted yes, but not quite so as her
The painted daughter of darkness,
She colours the world in twilight.
This brings us to dusk, mantle I wear proud.
Eldest of eld, nutured by you mother,
To grow strong, wicked and well.
Those glowing eyes,
The prestege of feathers
Mother owl, bless our endeavours.
Grow old, grow wise
Bless you, oh mother,
And the nocturne skies.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 7:42 PM UTC
Doomsday nurses us from the start, reigning over the watchlist of our lifetimes. I walk through the destruction in my path while ignoring the hand I dealt in it. The disillusionment falls out of your mouth and I weep tears at the sight. The end of a cycle. I nutured you whole and watched the lilacs bloom from your scalp. Started as buds but with the passage of time became weeded. I thought I breathed new life but it stands as just obliteration.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 2:16 AM UTC
Walking down the lane of solidarity,
Under the light,
No,
Not the light of the stars nor the moon,
Its only the dim shimmering gleam of the streetlight.
Night ain't the same without the natural light,
Bustling city consuming the very nature who nutured us,
Gone,
The stars that can be seen all night,
Now a myth, a rare sight.
My night is now a starless skies.
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
I thought you were beautiful
like the rarest of things left in the world
to be admired, to be complimented
but it became clear i didn't understand you
calling you beautiful was seeing the surface of things
admitting that i don't see the see message in the painting
just the painting on the wall–
but the beauty i got to see could not be described in just words
you were carnation from the earth within
touched and nutured by love itself
you were the seed hidden between the rubbles
but not flawed, not harmed just growing with bliss
you were like shadows, hidden in darkness
but revealed the truest nature of things
that's what calling you beautiful means
-Vibeactivist
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 7:54 AM UTC
Give me the unction Lord
To be ready when you call
Fully clothed in your armor
Prepared, lest I should fall.
Let our gifts and your talents be nutured
And used at your command,
Filled with pride at being your child
Never afraid or ashamed to stand.
When I see others around me
Let me seek to fulfill their need
Let your spirit and your word
Be the food on which I feed
And when this life is over
May you find my life worthwhile
And with open arms proclaim to me
Thy good and faithful child.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC