"vegetating" poems
She’s suffering,
Her eyes have lost that sparkle,
The glimmer of life has sailed away,
Vegetating,
She’s not the girl I once knew,
She wants to go…
…I don’t want her to go…
What can I do?
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 6:29 AM UTC
My vegetating speal
Stalks the furrows
And the stems of
Leafy green matter
Inside my head
Deep rooted bi-verbation
Makes carrot tops dance
In ****** release
Spuddering on calauiflower ears
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 8:11 PM UTC
constantly wavering
staggering back and forth
pure grey wisps
lilting over liver spots
on a glinting crown.
after days spent vegetating
sedro woolley has let him go
under family escort.
the first seed
he ever sifted through his fingers
has led him here.
every acre planted
every berry blossomed
every cow cured
every milk pail filled.
now
he
constantly wavering
in the breeze
pure grey wisps
lilting over ferns and moss
under great cedars.
the first seeds
he ever sifted through his fingers
led us here.
he has grown acres of us.
now we stand tall against the wind
as he sifts through our fingers.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 6:42 PM UTC
The glossy water was a crystal ball,
Covered in vegetating film called age.
It mesmerized the lonely man so much,
He called out: Camille! this became a stage.
Light blurred like an ink blot on soft paper,
Then only to blind his cataract eyes.
A case of passion through Mother Nature,
Expressed by the tears of the old man’s cries.
A reflective life shown upon water,
On a screen glittered with young, pink flowers,
And the admission was free for this show,
Who wants to watch tragedy for hours?
But the sun lit the water, swamp to lush,
And there he saw fresh sparkling eyes and knew,
Lily pads are for both frogs and flowers,
And the choice of hue isn’t always blue.
Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 1:09 PM UTC
So many times before I sat there watching
Waiting, vegetating, it's so aggravating,
Waiting for this hell to freeze over.
I am in an ice box, I guess that's good as long
As it's inside a place I live, because then at least
I get to pace around or dream as is.
You sit there patting me on the head like I'm a stupid dog,
*"There there, you'll get over your dreams. We all had to
At one point."* I'm supposed to just sit here and feel golden,
This my darkest hour, the only thing I have left is that
I'm here where I can be a "pretty flower," but still I feel
I have no future with all of my dreams stolen.
I would give anything but to feel the fires of youth and life,
Now I get to be whatever else and poor as I am "free."
One man's trash is another man's treasure, indeed...
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 4:20 AM UTC
A million tiny paper cuts
a liberation
Despised reflection
vegetating mind
Veins pulsate
within a trembling frame
Arrested by anger
imprisoned within stone faced walls
A million tiny paper cuts
pain then relief
Blood as tears
consuming me
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
Threatening the mind of a brave soldier
The dark forces will remain unexplained
Tell the generations ahead what’s colder
Tyranny or democracy, peace maintained?
Hell may fall upon those who tears apart
He chose to dispatch the strength acquired
Howling the deeds he did from the start
Heathen, called himself to meet the required
Eventually, we will foresee the future now
Evolving a supernova to explode by then
Even the universes need a leader to bow
Ever will you believe the lord by then?
Vanished theories, then will rise from
Vegetating brains, once hesitated to form
Vigorous thoughts, soon will drum
Violently, watching the prophecies form
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thanks to Elizabeth Squires
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC