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autumn, birth, death, life, nature, tree,
Painting sky before I was born,
Draping my grave in leaf and acorn.
Sponsor: Rick Parise
I Might Be a Tree
In twenty years I pray I won't be gone
placed six feet beneath a manicured lawn
I'd much prefer to give old death the slip
To guzzle life instead of just a sip
Mind and spirit together playing song
I'll rest a bit but not for very long
You see, there is so much I wish to do
Yes many years can feel like just a few
The company of those I truly love
will lift my spirits like a flying dove
The flowers that I plant will be in bloom
Beauty will surround me in every room
The ground might open up and swallow me
Don't worry I'll reach up and be a tree!
For Brenda's "You 20 Years from now" contest.
death, seasons, tree,
the third season of my life
approaching my Autumn years
at the shriveled withered leaves
as they silently swirl in the wind
russet, brown and golden ones fall
their decay will soon rejuvenate the soil
to examine a fallen wrinkled leaf
its veins a reminder of aged wizened hands
my final wish will be granted
when I'm scattered like leaves upon the ground
grave, snow, storm, tree, winter,
geese migrating south
heading for warmer climates ~
honk and hink farewell
white frost at daybreak
sparkles as the sun rises ~
warm breath creates fog
an ice blizzard blows
weaving through the forest trees ~
white carpet of snow
moisture and cold air
forming ice on window glass ~
ice flower bouquet
water drips freezing
a tapering mass of ice ~
cross or wreath made from
placed at the graveside
Written 17th October 2020.
death, mother, night, tree,
within the parting of titian stained skies
a wisp of crimson elapses from sight
as a gossamery wind amplifies
lullabies falling limpid in hushed night
beneath the willow, i watch as it weeps
then cradle myself in its fragile limbs
'tis there that most forgotten memories seep
as the salty spray of loneliness brims
you reach out...a shadow in lambent light
i feel death's touch upon you through night's air
with wings wide open you take off in flight
unable to free me of this nightmare
this willow tree, though once my childhood crutch
tucks me in its folds, like a mother's touch
December 27, 2019
Best Sonnet of 2019 Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
death, hope, life, tree,
lodgepoles pines fall
dead, beetle attack, new life
emerges -- aspens
Amaris Muriel Thomas
allegory, animal, beauty, betrayal, christian, corruption, creation, environment, grief, murder, nature, tiger, tree, tribute,
She prowls the night
with clenched jaw and pride,
nothing able to smite
her remorseless stride.
The ominous reflection of moon
shines forth from devouring eyes
of a nocturnal beauty spun on the loom
of the Creator's bid and sighs.
Grace moves her every limb
and she precedes an enraged scream
caused by ruins of a forest now grim
and held alive by all but one stream.
Her claws prophesy of vengeance
though her heart yearns for reconciliation.
Yet now there would be no leniency
for a soul's annihilation.
Now on journeys through lush valleys and ashes
she will embark
until all that remains after furious thrashes
will be the tigress' mark.
death, hope, nature,
Cracking lifeless limbs.
Casting creepy dark shadows.
Illumined by moon
age, child, death, mystery, tree, woman,
A lonely tree stands in a field
Branches entwined in one
And as those branches come to life
They reach up to the sun
This tree with all it's energy
just like a woman so it be
It's branches swaying in the breeze
just like a mother's offspring, these
And so the lonely tree does age
The human kind out living
But we all end up just the same
Our flesh to earth be giving
And thus our lives all end the same
No matter what we be
Some have long lives, some much less
In life's sweet mystery
nature, sad, tree,
A tree stood silent
As if it was listening
To mother nature
Who whispered what fools we are
When two men with saws approached
death, depression, introspection, nature, tree, tree,
Why be a naked tree and endure winter's agony?
It should be forever warm and sunny...
to watch wild flowers grow by a spring!
Why be a naked tree and be unable to think?
death, father, loss, mother, beautiful, beautiful,
Two beautiful trees on a hill that died
Two beautiful trees for whom I cried
They weathered the seasons through the years
They stood the test of time
And weathered all the storms just fine
When our life is none
And our time on earth is done
When we have stood the test of time
Like the trees we weathered just fine.
For Sandra on the loss of her parents
death, father, metaphor, sad,
Stones stand erect like sentries keeping guard
as I walk alone, with tear in my eye,
through this deserted cemetery yard.
In the back corner stands my father’s grave;
I sadly reminisce the days gone by,
and all the memories my mind does save.
Robbed by old age, my father’s mind was shut;
upper tree branches left to question why.
Strong and sturdy the lower branches, but
barren branches of a willow tree die.
June 11, 2018
Contest: Rhyme Time 4 - 10 Lines
Sponsor: Laura Loo
moon watched the man
wondering at his intent
man stared back without feelings
on autopilot unaware of his plight
tree gave man counsel
without effort, but always caring
oak handles grief and mourning
time oozed slowly into day
carrying himself until he had a glimpse of a sun
it had been a pretty night, he felt satisfied
many dying but more living
the tree watched the man sleeping
knowing sun would soon wake him
feeling he wanted a few more hours of the moon
before the man returned to his grief
Chantelle Anne Cooke
angel, death, nature, tree,
Souls swing on trees as snowflakes,
they melt into bark coffins,
pearl blood of bare forest blends;
rising as angels...
September 30th 2020
Contest: Writing Challenge – Dodoitsu
Sponsor: Constance La France
anger, autumn, grief, tree,
Withdrawn for publication.
imagination, life, visionary,
My roots are strong surrounded by dirt. I am watered by the down pour of rain,
sprinkled water. As I start to grow and come alive I become stronger by the
I receive. The sun beats down on me and stimulates my growth, and I am
leaves begin to turn green and stick out like a small birds feather. I am looked
and admired for my outer beauty. I begin to get stronger and stronger and then I
to shed, and my leaves fall away. seasons change and I feel cold and stiff as I
brown in color. My beauty decreases as I age then I die, but yet I return from
just to start life all over again.
Micheal G. Weston
absence, anger, death, depression, grave, murder, suicide,
In the dark of the meadow,
Under a tall dogwood tree,
Swinging to and fro,
Is where you'll find me.
Silent - not a sound will I make.
Still - not a breath will I take.
Asleep - never to awake.
In the shadow of fate I'm forever hidden,
Where the light of day is strictly forbidden.
So if you care to find me,
This is where I'll be,
Swinging to and fro,
Hanging from the dogwood tree...
absence, bereavement, birth,
cherry blossoms drift
upon the wooden casket
life after life
In memory of our dear souper friend Lucilla Carillo,and my husband's cousin
David Chircop who finished this journey ,to start a better one.
May your fragrance of love bloom in the highest of skies as it did on earth.
'Pls remember them,and their loved ones in prayer'.
death, tree, tree,
i sprint through the forest escaping the dark of night when i see it, the tree, the tree that sways apart from itself, grass still most with the dew of dawn i lean and indulge into the greenery, disregard overpowers me as i find myself unaware of the tree's fatal intentions, i look into the tree trying to find something beyond it, something more, and i do, and there she is, hideous, revolting, murderous, human, once i saw her i only got two steps before the razors entered my body, but i keep running until the loss of blood consumes me, my last thought was, "humans, what do they not kill, destroy, take"
abuse, africa, conflict, dark, death, sun, tree,
My first born son, Bon, died today in my arms
Thin arms, swollen stomach, flies touching
The cold glazed eyes of his tiny body
My tears can’t save him
Quench what was thirst
Or wash away the sins of living
He will never know to read or write
He did not know the name of his own land
And killer Ethiopian sun
Which he just died under
Or his sister, sweet Biny
Who lost her life at the hands
Of the bandit war lords Marxist Berg
I laid her ravaged body down under sun and dying
Endangered Hagenia Abyssinica tree
With no hope in Ethiopia
Soon, all would be gone
9/23/14 Free Verse Poem- Poetry Contest
delicate, pale plume
weeping branches bow to earth
do not analyze me
accept me as me
as a tree is just
and reaching towards
death, mythology, tree,
the place of leaping
adventure, animal, april, autumn, baby, beautiful, beauty, business, caregiving, child, childhood, cowboy-western, dad, dance, dark, death, dedication, devotion, dream, easter, education, faith, family, flower, food, happiness, happy, life, love, miracle, mystery, people, rain, science, seasons, summer, thank you, thanksgiving, tree, tribute, uplifting, work,
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.
21 February 2013