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Details | Light Poetry | |

The Education of Little Tree

Little Tree frisked in the breeze reaching for Willow, wanting to tease His haste to embrace caused her to slap. Oh, how he stung from her thunderous clap! Old Tree brushed away the tears of Little Tree, using bushy limbs wrinkled with time When Little Tree finally stopped sobbing, Old Tree said: “Caution, child... tender wisps of willow bent gently in embrace may recoil with a vengeance upon release”

Copyright © John Wulf

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Revive the Breakage

High upon the highest heights I see the most tremulous sight A small girl, fair and tranquil Smiling strangely, sitting still Beneath a sobbing willow tree She recites a verse upon her knee She sings a rhythmic hymn Not of death, nothing grim But prays that life will return Even for those who are doomed to burn The girl is a woman now Beneath the tree and upon the cloud She whispers, “I am watching you” Why then are you so blue? A single tear of sadness and joy Rejuvenate the quirky earthly boy Who sits down beneath the blooming tree Listening to her silent voice attentively She reminds him she was once young too That she also was a misty shade of blue But when the boy grows into man He has come to ignore the fair woman Who watches him still from above Burning and swelling with disdainful love The ways of the world have sweltered his heart And time has torn his soul apart Thus he has lost all innocence and light Battling his sinful lust—an endless plight! I watch as he feeds on others’ pains and fears Reducing the vigilant woman to tears The prayer of the innocent has been ignored Life has died and hellfire stored Into the hearts of the impotent In blue, fires of haze their heart is sent Toiling in misery and lament Savaged and severed by our regret The heavenly woman grows old and frail And the man still treads the sinful trail As the rotting tree withers into dust Can I revive it? –I must! Low as low can possibly be I watch myself condescendingly A tombstone, gray and hell-bent Frowning knowingly in bewilderment Above the dust that once was a tree She cries out a verse anxiously Faintly she whispers the undying hymn Not of happiness, nothing of whim And prays that life will come to end For those that break instead of bend

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

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My Love Is a Palm Tree

My Love Is a Palm-Tree Who’s she? A palm-tree lofty head to which the morning sun first pays homage before it falls on earthly faces; Who’s she? A palm-tree shapely bosom where overnight dew into manna grows; Who’s she? Twain palm-tree open palms grace-fully fanned for a homely hug; Who’s she? A palm-tree whose sweetest freshest sap quenches my sirocco thirst; Who’s she? A palm-tree to whose sight I owe my seeing; A palm-tree to whose parts I owe my all. Tozeur, January 2002

Copyright © Mohamed Mansouri

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OCTOBER BREEZE

By: Lyric Man

October breeze
Combing leaves from trees
Gentle as you please
Stirring birds and bees
Everyone now sees
My heart, you have the keys
October breeze
Swiftly dropping leaves 
turning green, 
reddish, golden brown, 
Swallowing the ground 
October breeze 
Dancing with ease 
Enhancing natural beauty 
The most romantic scene, 
You'll ever see 
As autumn holds the key 
Between you, between me 
Love becomes a tease 
Expressing falling leaves 
Waltzing in the midnight gust 
As summer ends 

A Poet Destroyer Collaboration 

8-19-15

Copyright © Lyric Man

Details | Limerick | |

Out Pops - a collab with Olive Eloisa Guillermo

Two poets who couldn't agree Raise their voices to their loud pleas One wasn't able to stop His zip open, out pops! Haha, it's a pea, not the size of a tree ©J. A. Fraser and O. E. Guillermo 15.18pm, April 07, 2015

Copyright © James Fraser

Details | Free verse | |

Hearts Converse

Hearts Converse

....husband to wife...
Sometimes if two trees grow close to one another they start to entangle. Even intertwine! This can be a very beautiful thing.....especially with two beautiful trees. 
But, if something happens to one of the trees after they've grown together, and they are separated....
The one left standing, if it can, will look very disfigured to all those passing by. 
I feel BEAUTIFUL with you!
I'd be disfigured WITHOUT YOU!!
I want to continue growing together......
I love you

...wife to husband...
...right now one tree is breaking and doing nothing more than adding weight to the other.
It's roots were strong at one time, so deep in the soil it could not be killed; but the soil feels shallow now. Holes have been bore through-out the tree and it is weak; even the sunlight makes it retreat to a more hidden place. So much weight the other tree is carrying; how does the weak tree know when to let go before it takes them both down...before it takes the whole garden down?





My husband, I appreciate that you express your feelings to me in a way that I frequently express my own; most would not even try.


Copyright © FJ Thomas

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Memories on Branches

How did a cherry kiss? Bitter flower petals with sweet pistils.
So laden they act as halos while we breathe the love
in a pink hollow, silence sounding like taste, acting like epistle
to hold this moment in a silvery image, like moon, or  dove
low, low, a bowl formed while sunshine flickers above.

Chains of yellow petals hang over our deck, the leaves hands--
offer welcome resting branch, our sheltered home.
Seeds follow close, fragile like beans, hard case to feed the land
crawl before God, they say, be grateful as we weed and stir loam.
Together seeds and flowers and hands make a life a poem.

Awaiting the sumac, the flame at summer's ending is fruitless
we've passed the feathering, the pimping of red underneath bristle
the deer horn softness crawling out in oddest places in a mess
lining the sand pond, above the purpled iris, the pestle
of stone and sun, no rain to bring down sumac's fiery trestle.

Vulturous crows squawk and fight the ring-billed sea gulls
waiting, one in the bared hollow hands of the cottonwood
the other fat-bellied and waddling after rain finally dulls
we're under hoodies,  under shivers, our neighborhood
waits the pinking and mossing, will it unfurl new wood?

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper

Details | Villanelle | |

Initials on a Tree

I sign your initials on an old tree And surround it with a heart of desire I want the world out there to come and see The world needs to see our heart completely That’s been put on this tree with love and fire I sign your initials on an old tree People want to view this tree tenderly It’s not like the tree sits on any mire I want the world out there to come and see Heart is formed with love eventually The tree should never be placed on a pyre I sign your initials on an old tree Formed are letters of our names perfectly All the letters put on smoothly not dire I want the world out there to come and see The world can see our kind heart lovingly Our love together shall never expire I sign your initials on an old tree I want the world out there to come and see
Russell Sivey Entered into Anne Currin's "Anne's Favorite Poetry Form: Villanelle! (Any Subject)" contest 3/24/2013

Copyright © Russell Sivey

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Below a Douglas Fir

Below a Douglas Fir tree one beautiful moonlit night I sat there with my Missy as we viewed a lovely sight The aurora borealis was lighting up the sky Then something to my right suddenly caught my eye A gem from outer space tore across the cobalt blue Leaving behind a trail a quite spectacular view Two in trapped capture witnessing a shooting star We wonder where it came from, out there from afar We sat there for ages chatting about the sight we seen Phenomena such as this are generally seen in dreams Below the Douglas Fir tree that beautiful moonlit night We marvelled at it's arrival as it disappears from sight http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-13.php

Copyright © James Fraser

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Tree

To feel the joy
of my transplant, caring hands
that touch my very soul,
the willing earth
where you placed me
blessed, by nature’s 
incessant role,
the warmth of your regard
like wine transcends,
when the feeling of love
surrounds me.
Oh to be here 
yet not alone, 
beneath the azure sky
needing your care, and those
rolling clouds to come on by,
to be a part of this
complex simplicity
sculptured I am, with in
nature’s moods,
yet here in this corner
of your life,
forever let this be
our sanctuary!

© Harry J Horsman 2013     

Copyright © harry horsman

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Tree Stump Love

Dr. Seuss wrote of a strong Lorax
Who tried to save Earth’s Truffula Trees
From a foolish “Onceler’s” hacking ax

The Lorax warnings disregarded
Onceler used up the trees’ resources
Now penniless and broken hearted

Onceler made quite a tearful, sad plea
Lorax took pity, bestowed a seed
One final hope for Truffula Trees

Just like the Onceler, I now look back
At mall strips on former forestland
Spying something behind a big Mac

‘Tis the stump of a Truffula Tree
No, they never did make a comeback
Love for this stump, a sad amputee

Filled my heart, I wrapped arms around it
Wishing I could travel back in time
And reverse the Onceler’s work permit

Only when species become extinct
Do we fully appreciate their worth
Save them now; they hover on the brink


Written for Matt Calliri's Tree Stump Contest

Copyright © Diane Locksley

Details | Narrative | |

"Evil Twin"

"Spiritual Narrative"

After life began,  appeared “Evil Twin” mind’s obvious sin
‘Evil’  naught of nothing, using the power of love’s “something”
Giving rise to evil self, far to left, image of self
Love created, but mind deviated, it’s love abated

Love’s logic created Soul, but I am so bold, left heart’s gold
Lost in a wilderness mind, became the Soul of evil twin
Lost in it’s philosophies, mind’s logic of complexities
Has philosophically debated, Love that created

Saying, ‘how can this Love be the reality of me
I shall exalt above, this creation of heaven’s Love’
But crucifixion of mind regains Love’s self in time
As the mind is refined, Soul is re-aligned, with Love’s vine

Man’s discoveries, pieces of the recoveries, of true self
As pieces of the mind crucified, must learn to abide
From Love light’s truth  cannot hide, reality has not lied
Being one with reality, God true technicality
 
Evil self is naught, except, in a mind of worldly thoughts
Live of your mind if your will, create life’s bitter pill
Your bitter pill will not spill, into Sacred Heart’s will
This proverb is proverbial,  `Tis non swerve able

Within one’s love, one must abide, for on death’s cross it was tried
Also mind must abide, for on the cross was proven it lied
Death and life was set before, human mind to explore
To show evil twin, death’s sin, just no way for death to win

Make a tree good or make a tree evil, for is by man’s choice
Lie on God if your will,   lie `Tis your own bitter pill’
`Tis by your own choice, by your own voice, `Good or Evil’
Death failed, life’s tree stands still, on yonder hill, alive and well

12-25-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com

Copyright © john freeman

Details | Haiku | |

Love Like A Mighty Oak

you dried all my tears
i stand proud now like the oak---
no weeping willow

your splendid branches
wrap me into your shadow---
shelter from the storm

wind blows me down
your light lifts me up---
might i dwell in your arms?




written January 28th,2013
for pd's Valentine contest

Copyright © Deb Wilson

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Arbor Amore Constanza

"Arbor Amore Constanza Love carved two hearts in old oak tree a delicate design to show true love lingers beyond Moonglow. Leaves embrace feelings flowing free warm winds whisper words throught Time encircle symbol's quiet mime. Love cascades emotions with glee Seasons welcome change as tree stands branches intertwine as held hands. Love evolves in sweet harmony as fruit blossoms to nourish Life fragrant flowers bloom man and wife. Love reveals wooden tapestry impressed into arbor amore' while golden moonlight lovers adore. Love carved two hearts in old oak tree Leaves embrace feelings flowing free Love cascades emotions with glee Love evolves in sweet harmony Love reveals wooden tapestry. *Arbor Amore - Tree Love. *For Andrea Dietrich's Can You Constanza Contest. *August 25, 2012

Copyright © Linda-Marie SweetHeart

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Tree, Roots and the Light

Tree  Roots  and  the Light 


The tall Tree was Flying, its leaves high in the sky,

Trying to go beyond the flying kites, towards the light,

Its roots were trying to penetrate the soil, 

Heading in the deep darkness, it kept moving without a shine. 


Higher its branches touched the Crown of mirth, 

Touching the lofty heights of light and the sky,

Its leaves and branches were flying and dancing,

In the joy of touching Light and those untouched, heights.


Some where, not far beyond the skies, lives dearest of our heart and soul,

I saw the Tree kept moving towards that One, it always adored, 

While its beloved roots too, were silently busy in supporting,

Without which, the Tree can never even stand to touch the lofty scores.


I thought and wondered, which one contributes more,

In touching the limitless, lofty heights and the glow of the sky,

The stem, which is blessed to touch the sky, or the roots that resembles,

A true beloved without which, the stem even can not stand for a while. 


The Tall tree was standing before me, unfolding its love towards the Sky,

With a high and prideful head in the sky, the tree was heading towards the glow,

Far away from its beloved roots, to feel the serene touch in the limitless sky, 

Going a little closer to that Glow, which we adore and love and call Almighty.

Ravindra  


Kanpur India 22 08 2010 



Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor

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Love Is Who You Are ( NOT, Just Something You Do ) Part 2

The mind has become a problem,
This ghost and goblin,
Throughout Love’s land!

The mind’s imagination, 
Took over,
Love’s invitation,
By a tree of divided information!
It’s like, being love,
But having a relation,
With life and death information!

There was a tree of strife,
Placed in the midst of love’s life,
For purpose of decision,
That caused the house of division!

But a decision was given, to twiddle dee,
For love you see,
Is what the mind’s twiddle dee, be!
But he must see,
By experience, what is best to be,
For the sot has forgotten,
His beloved soul with his cotton,
Love’s seed of the begotten!

For, for the mind to be,
He must truly see,
The love he be!
For love already knows,
As the mind only blows,
What love’s life is yet to learn!
For love created the life,
That mind turned to strife!

With mind being only a part to life,
Let no man deceive you with vain words,
The old man needs a good purge,
Then his life would surge,
With a holy urge,
to be the love of his life,
Not a goblin of strife!

We are love,
From the inside,
What mind tries to hide,
On the outside!

God the I am is love,
From above,
The same as I am inside,
My, I am is love!
But what I be,
Sometimes is twiddle dee,
Of the mind on the outside,
The real me, I try to hid!
Like Adam and Eve,
With the fig leaves!

We must learn to confide,
On the inside,
By the outside,
To be the love that we are,
From the inside,
Outside!
johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com

Copyright © john freeman

Details | Villanelle | |

Wept Beneath A Tree

So sure of love and all that it can be
This kiss to celebrate the moment met 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

There all the world if only eyes could see
Was placed there at their feet without regret
So sure of love and all that it can be

Their promises exchanged so preciously
That even passing clouds became beset 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

Secure in trust they let their hearts fly free
Unknowing that the clouds weren’t finished yet 
So sure of love and all that it can be

Love’s passions grew and joined the cloudy spree
Into this torrent destiny was set 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

And with each storm they loved more carefully
Their memories will not let them forget 
So sure of love and all that it can be 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

Copyright © Martin Kloess

Details | I do not know? | |

Beneath a Cherry Tree

She held my hand, beneath a tree
Leaning forward, a kiss so sweet
The taste of her, like Cherry Coke
Sunlit beauty a gorgeous smile
Beneath a tree a kiss so sweet

I pulled her near, wanting her close
Pretty brown eyes, looked into mine
As time stood still, my heart quickened
Gentle breezes lifted her dress 
A kiss so sweet, like Cherry Coke

Some memories, will never fade
Me just a boy, she was sixteen
A lovely part of yesterday
I lose myself there for a while
A gorgeous smile, she held my hand


A modified Eileenesque Poem.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux

Details | Free verse | |

What Is It To Be A Tree

What is it to be a Tree?
Do trees ever mind being so close ...so intertwined ?
Do they ever long for space as I do? 
Do they prefer to be so meshed…branches touching branches
 all the time or do they like me long 
............................................................for autonomy

Do their branches reach for another’s touch? 
….................stretching to find it?
Do they cling and pine when isolated …as we do sometimes?

When a tree falls does another one grieve?
...............................................................

Do they sometimes wish to be free?
To be as free 
as he does....... from me?

Does life always include such serious stuff? 
Or do trees simply shift in the breezes
of superfluous fluff?

Do they ever 
wish 
to find
the sea?
To fly 
to fly?
just 
like me?
What on earth is it like ....to be?
to be a standing…a standing only ...are they lonely? 
beloved tree?
What is it?
to be a tree?


Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift

Details | I do not know? | |

The tree and the trigger

When you pulled the trigger
you came to me and tried to love me
ask my forgiveness,
it made me cry, it was so cold
I shook with your suffering
I drew you in the afterlife
alone and crying with gods light
asking you to come
Your remorse, 
your shame, a mistake,
you had so much to give
i painted two trees
one that was dying
the other was dead
the tree loved you
amd misses you still

Copyright © Michael Harman

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A Tree for Life


     Have you ever really looked at a tree?
     Have you ever thought of the ancient roots,
     Those that support it ... to behold its majesty?
     The boughs and limbs carry leaves oh, so green,
     We are again reminded of God's handiwork,
     When we see the budding exuberance ... come the early spring.
      They make us mindful of beauty by their quiet repose,
      They are willowy, and shade us from the harsh summer sun,
      Beneath their gentle sways ... we rest comfortably below.
      Fall ages them and their greens turn to brown.
      As winter's cold blasts blow upon them,
      Do we ever feel their plight ... as their leaves tumble down?
      
      Families are a personal and spiritual tree.
      Their ancient roots so long ago planted, 
      Grow in size and shape and form ... in gifted majesty!
      Generations of limbs and boughs support the child leaves, 
      In every new face God's handiwork,
      Radiant in the splendor of life ... each one of us receives.
      Time slowly ages each one to their own event,
      While we who remain here grow and love,
      Still remembering those whose winter ... we could not prevent.
      It is the strength of their memories we add to our own,
      They give us the values, insights, and perspective,
      Which we in turn pass on ... to the seeds we have sown.

Copyright © Daniel Cwiak

Details | Abecedarian | |

Under the greenwood tree

Under the greenwood 
tree,under the coolest 
shadow,whose love 
with me stay..who want 
to kiss me there?          
Where a tune of sweet 
merry             Where 
birds chirping and 
singing,                        
Waiting they we want to 
sing:             Only you i 
want to 
see;                               
Come to show your how 
much,Love or what to 
think?         Love to 
live in the sun,Seeking 
my food i eat.

Copyright © Olatunji Samson

Details | Rhyme | |

" Logic? "

To every thing there is a season,
A time to bring the reasoning,
Higher logic` of heart’s project,
Into view, for the mind to review,

For some say the mind`  is the only logic,
Leaving love’s heart without a project,

This mistake, takes the cake,
From this illusion` humanity must awake,

For tis the season` for higher reasoning,
And this will we do, as through God we pursue,

Love’s higher logic` God’s higher project,
An undertaking` of re-awakening,
A mind asleep, by it’s peep,

God’s Logic; the cosmic of higher mind’s project,......................................(Isaiah 55:8-9)
Love’s Faith; built on higher logic,..............................................(Hebrews 11:1-3 & 5-6)
Not on humanity’s`  earthly minded projects,
For it will always try to dodge it,
By lower logic,
Actually` enough said,  the lower mind level logic` is dead,.......................(Genesis 2:16-17)

While actually, God’s higher logic, the cosmic mind’s project, did not dodge it, 
Respect of  love`  gave the choice to man, the level of plan,
By level of chosen logic, man chose his own project,
By tree of life, or tree of strife, 
Would it be life, by tree of life,
Or death’s tree, of the mind’s strife,
The heart's, sacred start,
Or mind’s depart, from it’s heart,

Now you know the rest of the story, life’s glory,
For death was impaled, the stake did not fail, love swelled,...............(Colossians 2:13-14)
Drawing us all by love,  above,
The logic of death,
That death`  the mind did bequeathed,
Leave the dead dogs, lying in the grass,
For death has passed!!

 Dedication; "Diogenes Zuniga " I though of your personal undying faith in Love, the higher 
logic of God, who is love. All the while I was writing this, may God richly reward you with 
many fruits of love's logical righteousness, for it is the true riches of heaven. Stay logical, in 
love, my brother. Sincerely, Moses 

9-25-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com

Copyright © john freeman

Details | Abecedarian | |

Under the greenwood tree

Under the greenwood 
tree,under the coolest 
shadow,whose love 
with me stay..who want 
to kiss me there?          
Where a tune of sweet 
merry             Where 
birds chirping and 
singing,                        
Waiting they we want to 
sing:             Only you i 
want to 
see;                               
Come to show your how 
much,Love or what to 
think?         Love to 
live in the sun,Seeking 
my food i eat.

Copyright © Olatunji Samson

Details | Rhyme | |

A Timeless Love

So young, we climbed a distant hill, to carve a heart upon a tree. Left in the bark, the love engraved has aged with time, and so have we; but can't erase the spark or thrill.
_____________________________________________ 8/3/15 For Casarah Nance's "Micropoetry" contest

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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The Tree we Grew to Love

At the bottom of our garden
Standing for many many years
Below seasonal greens and blossoms
And all of natures tears

This gem of harvesting joy
Showered crops of richness grow
For season after season
When autumn came it showed

It's fruits of life stood out
Against the nature of each day
And all who graced this marvel
Were always said to say

This tree from mother earth
Has given year after year
In rain, hail or shine
In beautiful appear

Again this year we were graced
With baskets of apple gold
But sadness cloaked our hearts
For our tree would never grow old

The first winter storm
Spewed bolts of lightning blue
Amidst the claps of thunder
Was gone the tree we knew

We were awoken in the night
By creaks of deafening cry
Looking out the window
Brought tears to our eyes

This marvel that we grew up with
Was cut down in it's prime
For nature had decided
That this was not it's time

The very next morning
Amongst the devastation
Was our tree of life
Shattered, lay her creation

Now many months have passed
On this stump we have grown to love
And recall that stormy night
And that bolt from above

Copyright © James Fraser

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The Love Tree

I carved our names in the old oak tree
Across from the old mill bridge
A testament of love that grew each day
Standing tall upon that ridge

They cut that oak tree down today
It's limbs were tired and worn
But they couldn't kill the memory I have
The place where love was born

I used to visit that old oak tree
Each night before I'd sleep
I'd run my fingers across it's bark
Where our names were carved so deep

That tree of love would touch the sky
Each morning when the sun would rise
I'd sit each day to pass the time
As the age grew in my eyes

Though now that tree is dead and gone
You will never be alone
For I've written our names side by side
But now it's written in stone

Copyright © Larry Belt

Details | Free verse | |

Afflatus

Cavemen thought only of self preservation and sex.
In someway evolution was faltered.
Man learned to measure:

You cannot hold an inch, or a mile,
you cannot see a pound, or a ton.
They are but measurements.
They do not exist but in our understanding 
our understanding of what they are.
You can hold a stick that is an inch long.
Yet, it is only a stick, and not an inch.
You can see a tree that is a mile away,
but it is a tree and not a mile.
A pound of butter is only butter and the pound 
is but the measurement of its weight and is invisible.

So is the same for innocence and evil ;
Measurements.
Innocence is love in ones heart for others
and how far a heart can stray from love is evil. 

Measurements of love.

Copyright © Mike Samford

Details | Ballad | |

Tree House

Whenever i feel lonely,I sit up here and think,
About the things that ive done wrong,and the hearts that ive caused to sink.
I wish there were ways i could change some things that i might have said or 
done,
But somethings said out of anger,can only hurt someone.

My mind begains to wonder of what might have been,
Had i not said those awful words that cause you so much pain.
I guess its my way of striking back ,for the pain that you caused me,
But i see now that was wrong,for here i am now on bended knees.

Your love ive lost forever, I will never feel the same,
I go through life day after day wondering whos to blame.
Was it you ?Or was it me? Or are we both at fault?
For all the things that went wrong,now dont seem its worth a grain of salt.

Now i must leave my tree house,and hurry off to bed,
For tomorrows another day and i must rest my head.
I know my little tree house will always be there,when ever i want to think,
About the things that might have been, had we only have found the right link.

Copyright © Alan Fitz

Details | I do not know? | |

Sweet Misery

Tears streamed down her face as she swiftly ran in the woods, saving herself 
from “ Herself “. She continuously wept as she looked around, not finding what 
she was looking for. As she ran faster her heart ached with sorrow, for every 
beautiful image of nature reminded her of him. Suddenly, she stopped crying, 
and running, for her notice of pain faded away by “it” ’s beauty. Nothing was 
heard but the breathless breathes she hopelessly breathed in.. It looked 
beautiful, just like it always did. With it’s body held up high, and it’s emerald 
leaves swaying with the stormy wind. She cautiously came closer and tenderly 
felt it’s branch, where they both carved their names in a heart. Betrayal swam in 
her blood, making it more bitter, as her face twitched with pain. She helplessly 
laid her wounded body under the shadow of the tall glamorous tree where he 
used to hold her tight in his arms whenever they’d go there.
However, this time nothing held her tight but agony. She started weeping again 
until love had blinded her and suffering had defeated her resistance. The sky 
pitied her death with passion as it roared with thunder and wept with raindrops of 
sorrow..
Maybe someday he’d go there to reminisce, and find that she had buried herself 
in his memory, and rotted under the tree where all their memories lived.. Could 
misery happen to be any sweeter.. ?

Copyright © Maya K