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surprizeme

Muir Woods

Young and eager romps
charmed saplings in the redwoods
Fearing no evil
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Posted: Jun 2021
About this poem:
HaiKu
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wayne34

Do you feel the breeze

Do you feel the breeze
Wind envelopes sways the tree
Branches now blown away
Dancing in the breeze
Birds hold on tight
Blown from their peaches
That wind howls tonight winds gather up
Rain facets paces darkened skies night and day darken
Lightning flashes hail wind and rain
Leaves blown by the force the trees stand nearly bare
for all to see
Branches leafy fallen on the road the fields
Darkness fade winds fade sky's brighten the sunny sky once again
Sun shines bright leaves appear
The trees live again
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Posted: May 2021
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worldwide2

DAFFODILS

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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Posted: Mar 2017
About this poem:
This is one of the most famous of Lyric Poetry ever written...
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Eugenia732

Vivo in un posto ...

Vivo in un posto dove le onde arrivano sotto la casa.
Un giorno sono giocose e piene di simpatia,
L’altro giorno sono minacciose e ti sputano in faccia tutta la loro rabbia,
Facendo rumore di un treno impazzito.
Ma ogni volta cercano di dirmi qualche cosa,
Fermarmi nelle mie follie, consolarmi, dare un consiglio o ascoltarmi.
E riescono a farlo come per ora non è riuscito fare nessuno.
Anche perché non c’era nessuno.
Nessuno che mi vedeva … Non pretendo dire capiva … Tanto non c’era lo stesso.
Loro invece c’erano da sempre.
Perché c’erano prima di noi tutti quanti.
E questa immensità di acqua qualche senso dovrebbe avere.
Sicuramente lo ha.

Il mare è entrato nella mia vita come non ha mai fatto nessuno.
E pian piano abbiamo imparato a capirci.
Non so se io piacessi a lui.
Neanche non provo a chiedere a me stessa se il mare mi piacesse.
Preferivo sempre le montagne, la terra, i boschi …
Ma da tanto tempo ho davanti soltanto il mare,
che mi manda le sue onde sotto la casa,
Le quale mi sembrano di essere le mie vere amiche, parenti, antenate.
Prima avevo paura del mare, non lo capivo, non lo conoscevo.
Adesso la mia paura è di separarmi da lui.
Ho paura di quello che ci dividerà per sempre.
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Posted: May 2021
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Eugenia732

DOPO DI ME

Dopo di me voglio che nulla rimanga di me.
Bruciatemi, affidate le mie ceneri ad un vento tenero e giudizioso
O ad una tempesta amara e disperata.
Decidono loro che cosa fare di me senza dover prendere la decisione.
Non voglio nessun giudizio, nessuna parola.
Tutto era di sbagliato in me
E rimarrà soltanto quel poco che era stato giusto:
mio figlio, il mio nome e tutto ciò che ho fatto o avevo cercato di fare.
Perchè tutto ciò che ho fatto o avevo cercato di fare
Era per capire che cosa sono la verità, la dignità, la libertà e per trovare almeno una ragione per esserci,
Per difendere me e miei da tutto ciò che è la violenza, ingiustizia, tradimento e dolore.
Se volete ricordare qualche cosa di me,
Ricordate una bella bambina,
Che era molto responsabile e abbastanza brava a scuola.
Aveva capito da piccola quello che molti non riusciranno capire neanche da grandi,
E la quale non è stata mai amata da nessuno.

La bambina che forse non è mai esistita …
Perché doveva diventare subito grande.
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Posted: May 2021
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Unknown

a three lined poem

Capturing the autumn dawn
Leaving the night
Into daylight cold
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Posted: Sep 2018
About this poem:
This talks about ....
Looking at the autumn sky at dawn. A scenic beauty. As the dawn breaks to a new day, the faint dark night brightens up to a new day. However, it's autumn. Leaving the three warm seasons behind and experiencing the cold of winter. Though everything is being lit up by the warm sun, the warmth disappear to a wintry cold instead.
Life can be an autumn dawn. A season of pleasant weather and dawn a period of time which darkness creeps to light. However, as the dawn gives way to a bright sky, it is the end of autumn. Darkness may have left but autumn paves it's way to a winter chill. We may pass through events of life-a dark path then there's light. Night can turn to day and day turns into night again.It's the cycle of life
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surprizeme

Silence Molds Clouds All Day

Silent shadows
running thru the fields,
Silence clouds passing
all-day

Silent moonlight
bounces thru the trees,
Silence two-steps across
the lake

Yet
when my heart
is with you Lord
its shield breaks
oh Lord how it breaks
in the most tender way.

Silent snowflake
falling like a ghost
Silence swings low
thru the gate

Silent stones
gather no thoughts,
Silence gives my
heart away.
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Posted: May 2021
About this poem:
inspired by Beatle's: - Julia -

Julia,
sleeping sand,
silent cloud,
Touch me,
So I sing a song of love,
Julia
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Adjhe1

Natures canvas

Flowing across the street
as if doing something so
simple as to take a walk.
Delighting my eyes with
the colors of the rainbow.
Music playing as it roars
into a crescendo rising up
to great you as if to say
H..E..L..L..O..
This music is carried on
the winds of the world as
it is being played just
for you.
Open your eyes ears to all
the beauty that is before
you it might surprise you.
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Posted: Apr 2021
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Mizzy4

A Healing Woodland Stroll...

On harried days when our world seems unkind,
There lies a place my senses crave to be,
Within the shady forest wild and free,
To ease the burdens of my troubled mind.

I soak much joyous sounds the Wood bestows,
Absorbing dawn aubades each songbird sings,
While zephyrs murmur notes like cello strings,
Beneath a harsh cacophony of crows.

Infectious woodland scents I fondly yearn,
A wily pungent fox peers with unease,
The sweetness of the wildflower on the breeze,
Against the bitterness of trodden fern.

A rotted branch falls crashing to the floor,
As Nature shows its sudden crushing powers,
Two butterflies then kissed some purple flowers,
Such gentle grace that startled me much more.

A speckled thrush begins her fledgling wean,
In search of food they squabble in a fume,
A worm to share with raised and ruffled plume,
She watches proudly o'er in perfect preen.

These wilds intoxicate me as I stroll,
The need for drugs or liquor I decry,
Near Nature I am naturally high,
As Gaia lulls me to her leafy soul.

Dusk slowly looms as daylight moments wane,
Return I must to cruel society,
The healing woods restored much piety,
My ailing mind refreshed, and freed of pain.
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Posted: Mar 2021
About this poem:
The woodland stimulates my senses.
( Enclosed rhyme scheme.)
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wayne34

Blossom

Green leaf branches stretching
The sun's glinting eye
Awake the sleeping
Barren branch
Now blossoms in the sun
Bud's open to the glow
The rays of sun
Life blossem to make
The leaf grow
Rise up into the sun
Glistens from the heat
As tears flow rain from dark skies
From pasture grow abundant
Flowers leaves of green
From seed to flower
One is one with the sun
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Posted: Mar 2021
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