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Anyone else got poetry skill?

Leaves of red
Gentle rain
Mackerel skies
I never thought I'd see you again

And after the gray long darkness

The sap and soil rises
Have you noticed?
Before the crocus
The buds on the branches
The promise of new birth

And as the world explodes into life
And pink snow falls from the Dogwood tree
I am again aware
I never thought I'd see you again.
 
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Once upon a time
There was a little girl
And no one knew about her
She was hemmed in on all side
By boulders and tumbleweeds

When people came to visit
She was sent away
Deep
Into the rattlesnake cliffs
Caves where shadows dwelt and toys were hidden
Mountain Lion and Scorpion
See her and do not kill

She buries secrets there
With blood on the soil
All alone
Years pass over dusty bare feet
She runs
Her isolation
It becomes a help to her

All those years
Running barefoot over rock and thorn
Climbing rocks without a harness or supervision
She escapes
She knows how to hide
She walks silently
Only going places she's never travelled to before
So they can't find her

Hand over hand over hand over hand
She reaches out and touches
But no one ever grasps back

Years pass and she weakens
You can only climb so long before injury sets in
All the places that she's been
All the beauty that she's seen
They only live in her mind
As if it never happened at all

Only the people left behind tell the story
But she spent so much time
Climbing and searching
And running away
From evildoers
That there aren't many who remember her
And even less that care

So it will be
A faded memory
Of a quiet woman
Who never got to rest
Now forced into a wheelchair
Mind still on
Finding love
Seeking beauty
Wishing for stillness
And dreaming of adventure

A young girl in her arms
Who the world will call woman soon
But who never got to be a child
Her mother, always sick
Even in her most fragile and tender
She had to learn to take care of herself

Mother was there, trying her best
But weakening year by year
Leaning helplessly on her child's arm
Everywhere they went
No one stepped in
It was just them
A bond of love and trust
Developed in the midst
Of tribulation

And so they laugh
Sitting in bed
Sometimes she has to lay down a while
Sometimes they go out
And take little adventures
Safely daring
To see something new

Covered feet
Cautiously observing
Always together
Making silly jokes
Mama tells censored stories
When the girl child asks
"Tell me something happy from your childhood"

Oh child
Oh child
You'll never know
What I do to love and keep you
And who I know you'll grow to be
My eternal forever friend
No one will ever know
What we have had to do
To survive

And she rests her head and sleeps
Dreaming of love and dreaming of quiet
Dreaming of healing and dreaming of hope
Her feet are bare
But her child's are covered
And it is as it should be
Because love is all that matters in this world
 
Leaves fall
It seems the world is dying

But did you know
There is life in each fallen leaf?

Children lose their teeth
Because a new one is growing underneath
Something more permanent
Something substantial.

The new growth of the branch
is under each leaf.

As it falls
Go to the twig it came from
There is a tiny bud
Like a babytooth
Where the leaf once stood

Winter will be harsh
Each bud will be encased
In a shellac of ice
Over and over and over again
For God only knows how long

But that little bud is growing
Emerging from the wood
Like a tooth from the gum

In the spring,
Forked branches will quickly grow
And flower buds explode into color
Raining pink and covering the world
In joy

But for now
That baby tooth wiggles
It falls
And the promise of new life is there
Waiting to bloom

Do not despair-
Life continues
Even in darkness
There are promises whispered
And hope emerges
Long before your heart gives out
No reason to cry
It's just a change
Not an ending
We will always be together

The year is a wheel
Life in darkness
And rest in light
Change all around us
New reasons to hold on always emerging
In darkness and secret places
Where love lives
And life goes on forever
 
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I want to teach you
all about
herbal medicine
It just might someday
save your life
and give you pretty skin.

Lobelia
the vomit weed
please don't take too much
It suppresses coughs
but you just might
eject all your lunch.

Curly dock
the liver plant
is pretty in the yard
But it kinda tastes
like motor oil
so drinking it is hard.

Osha root
bear medicine
most powerful of the herbs
It tastes like feet
and celery
but take it! Mark my words.

White oak bark
will stop the flux
and asthma in their tracks
It also gives you
cotton mouth
And constipates your ...

Horsetail fern
the bladder cure
the fairest of the field
But drink a lot
and number one
will yield and yield and yield.

Licorice
The candy root
will soothe your throat and lungs
But please beware
the tea is like
sweetened camel ....

There are so many
healing herbs
growing all around
But drinking them
is like the taste
of licking a bloodhound.
 
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Water always finds a way in
It is the truth of nature
Everything changes
Is nourished
And cannot escape the power
Of water

Love always finds a way in
It is the truth of nature
Everything changes
Is nourished
And cannot escape the power
Of love
 
Don't know if this counts, but I write song lyrics. Here are some from a song I wrote a while ago:

The sun is beating down
Upon my heavy crown
I see them through the dust
Stone eyes that I mistrust

Towering above the dunes
His visage fills me with doom
Desert Colossus

In this desert, we ride
No escape, cannot hide
We feel the shifting sands
This temporal wasteland

Always there, but we're alone
It sits on its sandy throne
Desert Colossus

Oasis near its base
But it's a false embrace
'Cause it just wants control
As it's stealing your soul

In the desert, it still lingers
Stare at this, my middle finger
Desert Colossus
 
Here's one of mine.

I walk slower in the rain.
They all rush for dry towels, hot soup and warm company.
"Nice weather aye?" is all they'll say.
I smile back as they're washed away.
And I can walk slower in the rain.
 
When did it become so intimidating to love someone.
When did loving someone suddenly mean the ballroom days are over.
Why do we believe love means losing our freedom.
Why do we resist the vulnerability of love.
Love without expectations, limits, intimidation and rationality.
When did the heart become ruled by the mind.
You came into my life and told me of our similarities.
I could see myself within you.
We understood, bonded, unveiled.
I couldn't confess my love, you couldn’t commit to loving me.
Finally choking on my confessions, I cut the ties and let you love another.
 
Shatter the Glass Girl

Cast that stone, icy comet in gravity’s thrall
watch it tumble, end o’er end, a graced fall
and it hits, its mark the fabled Achillian heel.
Only Glass, feeble and fragile, she can't feel.

Frozen stone, a deadly weight, tossed out
with vehemence, a violence born in doubt.
Shatter the Glass Girl, break her every way,
shimmered impossibility, a fresh, clean day.

Feeble, fragile, a crazed and broken wretch,
there is nothing, not enough love to stretch—
to reach those, the Casters of shattered mind.
Frail Glass Girl rise, leave the stones behind.

For she is a Glass Girl, born to break to grow.
Sand and ink and stars, glories that she knows.
Deepest cosmic oceans wherein the Turtle flies
as on the wings of a dragon Glass Girl will rise.

Yes, she is a Glass Girl, frail and fragile cast,
but she knows how to forgive the bitter past.
Sand forged in fire, molten and copper bright,
shard by shard, recast by dreamers each night.

Those of strength, who condemn the weak—
look to them, for they hold a truth so bleak.
They bully as Glass defies and they throw
their feeble stones for that is all they know.

Shatter the Glass Girl to reforge the shards.
 
Thought I'd start a thread. To find the poets among you. Make up a poem that rythms. All that's required is time.
un poème est une vague au coeur d'un océan tumultueux, une brise dans une tornade, un rayon de soleil dans la nuit. Le poème est la voie pour quitter l'obscurité du monde qui se referme rapidement avec bruit.
sorry im speaking French and my words are better organized than in English
im new here :)

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The waves wash over my face and eyelids
Your face haunts me

The sun shines and kisses me
But your face still haunts me

The rain promises respite
and frees me for another day
 

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