"pollenate" poems
Five separate entities
Whose lives seem to intertwine with stunning similarities
A brown thin thorn
As sharp as a knife
That hurt everything its comes into contact with
But seems to beg for forgiveness from its victims
A rose with petals so bright
Shining their color into the world
That screams for attention
Yet seems to hide from plain sight
A long thin stem
As weak as a piece of paper
That somehow holds up the great rose
But seems to strengthen with each wind blow
A bright green fuzzy leaf
Feeble and soft
That cries for attention from the rose
Yet seems to fade into the background
A single flower root
Dark Brown and thin as a piece of string
That reaches into the earth grasping for a stronghold
Yet seems to fail in comparison to the large, strong roots
A yellow and black bumblebee buzzing along
Happy-go-lucky and unaware of the looming storm
That longs to pollenate the rose
Yet seems to die more with each passing moment
Five separate entities
Whose lives seem to intertwine with stunning similarities
Yet grave differences
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
Icicle heart
I can't tell if it's cold outside
Or
I'm froze inside.
Icicle heart,
melts to raise the sea levels,
Then we drown in tears,
defeated by fears,
we see Devils,
The water is clear,
but crimson cold.
Your
cool calm and collected,
so level headed,
After all this years,
It's the apathy you feel
that makes fools of us.
Now there's swimming pools of regrets,
when
Icicles melt.
A cologne of shame,
pungent in the air,
carried by breath,
to pollenate the common class,
this
Icicle heart,
can never last
at least without
changing state
as
the landscape moves like a bad mood,
but the worst has passed,
and we backtrack.
Scrap that,
Take me back to the start,
Dinosaurs,
reptilian nature,
evolutions mistake,
Are you down for me and
My icicle heart,
melts into the stream,
and down the river it seems
an estuary divides us,
as we reach the sea,
impeach beliefs,
and the buoyant
keeps
my
icicle heart,
afloat,
I hope you feel me.
and
however it may seem,
you were nothing less
than a dream,
nothing more than a
drop in the ocean to me,
and
my
cold cold icicle heart.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
Has anyone seen Mrs. Budge around today?
My, my, you just never know what she'll say
Everyone knows her by the stories she tells
not to mention her unique smell
a mix of moth ***** and gourmet soup
she built her own chicken coop
raised nine kids on a farm
made all their clothes from her yarn
After that she built a barn
where she kept her honey bee's
to pollenate all her orchard tree's
she put up pears in the fall
after that I heard she got a call
to sell her canned pears in a fancy mall
I hope that I'm like her at 93
they finally found her in an apple tree
laughing upside down on a tire swing
singing joyfully to her honey bee's.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 6:20 PM UTC
A dandelion allures an essence of the innocent,
Distinct from a **** once puffed flurries offspring of homogenous descent.
Proletarian by nature, now **** without seed,
That puff propels my wealth and now I can lament.
Bees harbor resentment, “You can’t pollenate me!",
Enticed by sinuous poison and overlooked by the Bourgeoisie,
Cautiously creeping like honey’s viscosity in vain,
Synchronicity is cut short swiftly by A Coup de Main.
_TRF
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
Craterous deep
I worry about your sanity
How many got it wrong to the one who got it right?
The sun rises early
There is no mind
It just bugs a little because night is so sumblime
I can see maybe 126 different points of existance
And have them twinkle twist with a thousand years
They hold their presence with confidence befit a head of state
Royal rocks of alienate
It is day and now I must jump into the stream
Put on my overalls and cross -pollenate with the hive
And drop a pebbled throw into the blanket of thought
Spark quick and be forgot
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 7:24 PM UTC