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Details | Free verse |


Dead men tell no tails, or so the winds of 
Destiny’s say.
On judgment hill from on high, 
Voices do echo downwards, as the 
Noose does sway, back and forth, on the
Hangman's tree.
These gallows, of oaken branches, act as tethers,
 Shackles, holding the forsaken, souls prisoner.
Ghost phantoms cling, to it's rotten limbs,
That break beneath times endless rampage.
Regrets fallen horsemen, of the old west, 
Stand guard, sentinels on horse back,
Wearing a tarnished tin star.
God's law keepers, are  branded, sworn,
By their honor, to protect even after death,
The gates of heaven, from this spawn of hell.
Beware evil desperadoes, no mercy will
This the lord's posses show unto you, 
For these riders bare a different mark.
A silver cross of justice, given by
The Almighty’s hand himself.
Say thy prayers, all lawless men,
For on this day, does the rope tighten,
Around your neck, there is no reprieve,
No salvation for evils deceit.
Hell bound are thou, the devils breed.
But beware, there is no escape,
From this grave site.
At dawns first light, as it spreads
 Across the western horizon.
Know that yee, are one of many spirits
Doomed, to be weaved within the
Tangled limbs, called the hang
Mans tree.










Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014

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 | Year Posted 2009

Details | Epic |

The Killing Tree Part 2

Here is part two, thanks for finishing it

Still in his hand his sword a shining
Struck quickly through the tendrils twining
To free his foot with speed a blinding

He fell upon the ground and leapt
beyond the branches' claw
Grabbed from his waist the pouch that kept
his magic ring to draw

So placed around his finger long
The nether world he breached
With power from a heart that's strong
to Lilith's form he reached

That's when he saw her body glowing
the holy light his eyes to showing
The weakness in the branches blowing

For within the tree he saw the face
a mask alive with dread
And swung his sword to strike that place
and sever off its head

Its eerie scream cut through the night 
a most unholy sound
And in its haste to join the fight
dropped Lilith to the ground

So through the night the battle staging
As in a dance his war was waging
'gainst evil now his sword was raging

Now evil's strength is in the dark
and weakens with the sun
The trees retreat into the park 
soon broke into a run

The stranger leapt into its path
to make it stand and fight
The tree screamed out its mighty wrath
to see the morning light

By light of dawn its spell was breaking
Into the earth its roots were taking
A mortal tree the stranger making

Now death came to the tree that morn'
a triumph over fear
But children heed this tale to warn 
that evil's always near

For Lilith and the stranger won
because their hearts were true
Would they have seen the morning sun
if either had been you

So go to bed your faith a keeping
and know that evil out there creeping
won't come to you while you are sleeping

Copyright © Anthony Cassano | Year Posted 2015

Details | Alliteration |

The Gardner

-The Tree of Life- 

Featuring: Casarah Nance
 ~~I am beautiful on the inside you will see~~
   ~But really I am scarcely a tree in the woods.~
Beauty found a tree that sits and does not utter 
Owning, up to the heavens, look at -- when ready 
Simply stop, admire, count your blessings, 
 enjoy the raven staring down at you
For this tree was not planted by a gardener, 
This tree, who needs, not to speak, draws true auspice air, 
Not like the gardener who planted a garden, 
 then got annoyed by the smallest of weeds 
This is a story, about a gardeners mockery, 
 after trying to cut down my Pecan Tree
 Hypocrite the farmer, 
 does not know the first thing when it comes to flora
Plant sources, that only grow in as weeds, (poor crops)
 a picture, not even God, sets his eyes upon

I forbid, the thirsty growers from coming, 
 when putting up or wanting to gossip and speak of my roots
Look how they lose their lower leaves,
 from over embracing each thorn 
Take heed the whispers of these filthy propagators, 
 at my windows & doorsteps, Shh, they are watching!
Peeping-Tomming, robbing from my bluebonnet bed, 
 while in a deep sleep counting sheep
Wake-up, and Click away, 
 the dandelions are gone, airborne into a fuller universe
From the hunger, I left behind, 
 since jealous eyes envied how high my beanstalk continues to rise
Smile, at the yellow wool, held out by the same green thumb gang, 
 whine when others succeed,
Scratching one another on the back, 
 as if they were the National FFA Organization
Grazers growing super fast- crowfoot grass, a bitter look, 
 found in their dead pedal path
Horticulturist, all alone, on the inside, growing bushes of lies, 
 contaminated vase, black roses
I can't endure participating in a dead stem convention, 
 when the seed-woman cries for care
Exposing an over watered garden, 
 hoarding clodhoppers grin, separating everything
The potential of plowed plants is nothing more than corrupt cactus, 
 and invasive plant species in disguise,
Proof they don't know the first thing when cultivating the perfect flowers,
A die hard moment- 
Not even the sun wants to climb up on the side of the landscape of falsehood
Sickened by the holes and yellow stains of dust and dirt, 
 broken by the Farmer and torn overalls
By daylight, the gardener lives kneeling, tending the greenhouse, of lies
By nighttime, the grower, swallows, by singing and tossing salads all night.

The Tree continues to grow,
The Gardner Cries

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

Details | Italian Sonnet |

Evil Basks

It’s a dimly lit, darkly entombed spot Here sits a lone black weeping willow tree Night encroached leaving nothing you can see Its cold, nothing about this place is hot Not a ray of light surrounds to get caught Evil basks within the nooks quite empty She sits, there on a stump she sits flatly Devoid of emotion, hope isn’t brought Expressionless she stands with great power The tree bows right to her beck and call She stands mighty and tall like a tower Grove seems to be protected by a wall All who happen to see her would cower All she sees is hate, her soul crushes all * Left over Halloween poem, I forgot to post this, enjoy! Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

The Twilight Moor

Gazing out upon dusky barren moor,
Where gray grass grasps the air
Finding no purchase but sad allure
Straight stalks elapse their endless despair.

Teased by tales of golden reach
Tricked by gales, whose song they preach.

Redtail’s velvet wings breach the sky,
Maroon lips who kiss the grass
Stirring the song, its desperate sigh
Catching the words, her beak of crystal glass

Behind her, midnight shadow draws
Fells her beauty with unseen charcoal paws

Scarlet tears dampen the earth below
Nurture the roots held by dusty truth
Finally, the wind, gray grass’ will bestow
The hawk once, now the fountain of youth.

Litany of silence reigns in dusky glare,
Each blade bowed in mournful prayer.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil

Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil

In the middle of the plush Garden of Eden
the Lord planted His sole but lovely tree, 
and explained to His created beings Adam and Eve
that “This one belongs only to me”.

It didn’t seem too much for God to ask
and for them to obey His plan; 
after all they had dominion over everything else
then what had happened to make throw that plan in the garbage can?

Let us but look at what the Bible says
for our answers must come from there, 
how Eve when faced with the temptation didn’t turn and run away
but continually at the forbidden fruit she did stare.

And, proudly at times we think to ourselves
what a foolish and ridiculous choice she had made, 
And Adam the wiser of the two and not at all deceived
becomes a traitor towards his God that is how he behaved.

Becoming an earthly parent slightly allows you to 
realize how men have hurt the heart of Father God, 
treading down His laws and commandments for His people
with as much care as you see and animal wallowing in the muddy sod.

You see our God seeks out a people who will serve Him out of love
for that is what the tree was all about,
it wasn’t about His being selfish, demanding, unloving or unkind but it revealed the hidden parts of the human heart  that if not surrendered to Him the evil will eventually come out.

Written by:  Marilyn S. Jennings

Copyright © Marilyn S Jennings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Villanelle |

Deadly Raven

Sitting atop the old decaying tree Is a deadly raven quite pathetic Where his lusting eyes do more than just see An unsuspecting group thinks they are free Raven thinks of a move that’s genetic Sitting atop the old decaying tree No-one knows what it’s like to truly be One of this group, death is just magnetic Where his lusting eyes do more than just see Down he swoops taking one soul completely Returns to tree, looking quite poetic Sitting atop the old decaying tree The raven smiles as he caws wickedly Soul collecting might be more aesthetic Where his lusting eyes do more than just see The raven flies high looking lustfully All that he’s collected that’s prophetic Sitting atop the old decaying tree Where his lusting eyes do more than just see
Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Good and Evil

Dead, dying, devoid of life, in deathbed of stones*
The trees roots twisted around each pebble and are they
groaning with the want of water, to re-incarnate living.
This forest of a tree* stands tall against life.

Yet nearby is a tree
Green leaves bedeck its branches.
The shell looks like its holding back the decay of time?
Feeding it with the golden yolk that brings eternal life*

Do these trees portray life as good and evil?
One life is stoned and left to die
Yet another is green and full of living
Protected to live as it desires.

Penned on 7 September 2014

Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epic |

The Killing Tree Part 1

This poem is too long for one submission so I have to split it up

Come gather children listen well
sit closer now to me
And hear the story I'm to tell 
about the killing tree

'Twas deepest winter cold and dark
when first this tale was spun
And evil lurked within the park
Now hidden from the sun

Upon its roots, like legs a creeping
Its spiny fingers willows weeping
It hunted for its prey asleeping

Now Lilith was a child forlorn
as she walked out in the gloom
Too many nights her parents scorn
had kept her in her room

Tonight she packed a bag to travel
and sneaked out like a mouse
But she slipped on ice upon the gravel
A mile from her house

So to the scent of blood it hurried
On foul and evil roots it scurried
To feed on souls from life unburied

Alone he walked, his sword beside him
a stranger to these lands
So proud he strode with face so grim
and power in his hands

He came in search of evils badness
and whet hid blade of steel
To test his skills against the madness
that make the senses reel

It crossed the road its limbs a shaking
Its slimy tendrils taut and quaking
Against the thought of Lilith waking

Now evil lurks in many places
throughout this land it sleeps
Awakened by the night it paces
Into our lives it creeps

Young  Lilith was a child forsaken
an innocent so fair
Her dream of freedom thus mistaken
had led her to his lair

So towards its feast its limbs a dangling
The ugly beast within the tangling 
Mossy roots was set to strangling

Now deep within small Lilith's heart
there beat a song of love
A tempo strong that from the start
was blessed by God above

So there was goodness deep within
this young girls troubled soul
She only dreamt her prince to win
and worried towards that goal

Upon her now with evil dripping
Its ghostly host with pulse a skipping 
Set to its task, her clothes a ripping

She woke and to the night she screamed
the stranger heard her cry
Rushed to her side though time it seemed
too quickly passing by

He drew his sword and hacked the root
wrapped 'round young Lilith's waist
Grabbed from above held by his foot
caught blindly in his haste

Now borne upon its branches saving
A feast for its unholy craving
Two souls for evils lust were waving

Back to the park the tree it fled
Still mindful of its goals
Two human hearts would soon be dead
The tree would have their souls

The stranger spoke to Lilith now
a whisper in the night
And with his eyes he made a vow
for Lilith's life to fight

Copyright © Anthony Cassano | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Money Tree

I saw a dream, the one in color.
That made me wonder if it's real.
I felt desire and felt purpose.
While steering boat made of steel.
There was an island on horizon.
And waves were calmly hugging shore.
The Sun was shining, clouds smiling.
And joy pierced air ever more.
So unobtrusively inviting
That island called me - "Welcome in".
The Angels sang and fish were jumping.
My heart felt like in ... well, in dream.
So, as I paddled little closer
I came to see a tree in sky.
With mighty roots impaling ground,
Thick leaves, ripe fruits and branches high.
The quiet voice without tremble
Kept whispering - "man, this is it.
Just look at leaves and fill your pockets.
They are same green as bucks and greed".
And suddenly, the Sun was winking,
The fish and crabs became a stew.
The closed doors lost all the lockers.
Unreachable got in foot or two.
The life got easier and joyful.
So many friends are rushing in.
The popularity, butt kissing
Shoot through the roof. I'm loved like king.
Then I woke up. The fading patches.
The joy inside but pain in heart.
Conflict of animals and Angels.
Feed Soul or Body, that's our fact.

Copyright © Russell Grushco | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

The Old Gum Tree

She sits beneath the old gum tree
eyes of black, teeth so sharp, claws of steel
she tells them stories and they listen
stories of death and destruction
stories of grief and misery
and so we sit under the old gum tree
the animals, the demon and me

Copyright © Rellik Anne | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |


Judgement is like a rotten seed

A lot of people seem to think always about greed

When you finally realize that the truth is all about need

Some say ; Oh I am of a different breed

The lies you have told will eventually come to be

Never realizing you were nothing but, a weed

If you had to put the truth on paper so the people of power could see

Then instead of just being a seed you may have grown in to a beautiful tree.

Written By: Unique Poetry 2015

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Vile Man

Of all the vile and wild creatures
Walking on planet earth
Man is the vilest and wildest.

A serpent will not come knocking on your door 
Armed with a machete or a gun or a grenade
And knock down your teeth or maim or kill 
But man will rape, plunder, kill and mutilate
Even the unborn, the crawling and the crying 
For man, innocence is no excuse, no defence

I saw him fell a tree with a thousand nestlings
And thousands of un-hatched eggs to boot
For he needs to fell the tree so that he 
Can have a playground there at that very spot
Where a life lies breathing but soon to die!

These cattle egrets have been here for years
These trees have been here five decades or 
More precisely longer than you can imagine
Housing and protecting these lovely birds
That now have to search the horizon
For a new home, a new habitation
For vile man will not let them be!

Copyright © Gerald Kithinji | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Dawn Of The Rat Race

In Eden's garden long ago
a second story's to be told.
First when Eve took her bite
and Adam fled in such a fright.
But on the ground watching by
two creatures suddenly did spy.
A chance to taste what's forbidden
and none see for they'd be hidden.
Quickly ran these two to eat,
digging in with sharp front teeth.
But suddenly the sky grew dark
God calling out loudly, “Hark!”
“You two eat, I clearly see,
fruit from the forbidden tree.” 
“You are not allowed to stay,
Cast out to scratch a life each day.”
Picking them up with gentle hands,
He released them past Eden's land.
“But this promise you will see,
Man amply take care of your needs."

Copyright © Kathleen Callaway | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |

Planting Tree Therapy

Why do we aim hot hate at each other
causing further cracks and craters in dried-up deserted skin,
when we could choose to heal and recreate
formerly fertile forested and grassland soils
to reform and rejuvenate subclimates of therapy?

ReCreating springs and filters of and for clean rich waters,
together restoring healthy air
to breath more deeply together
as we plan Earth's further fun and happier rejuvenation,
yet another year, and season,
decade and millennium.

We retain subclimates of good cooperative potential
so urgently needed.
We have no time left for guns and missiles.
We have so much labor-neglected waste and humane depreciation
for machetes and rakes and shovels.
No time left for any isms short of multiculturally rich Earthism.

For this we emerged
and to this center we each return
happier together,
more prosperous,
co-mentoring ecopolitical therapists.

Those who choose revenge and terrors
do not believe they have been given a choice;
that they have been born into a mess
out of which they can only compete to explode first and best.
And, who among us
has never known this victim of Earth's vast apathy despair
and darkly smoldered for revenge?

These are those most worthy of catching this compelling vision
for co-redemptive healing of their landscapes and nurturing rivers,
within as without,
purifying our formerly chaste seas and skies
all perpetually
revolving around and with one another
in hope of further resonant resolutions,
fertile regeneration.

Pathologies of eviL
no more or less 
than healthy Live as spelled-out
in reverse.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |

A Crow In A Jupiter Tree

It was a cold, windy but cloudless day
There was a Crow in a Jupiter tree
He cried out as if he was mocking me.
This morn, the day my mother passed away.

Death -death this godless creature seemed to say
With dead black eyes, my face he seemed to stare 
This gaze cut deep to my heart, left it bare.
Fly from here, demon bird with squawk so gray.

Be not a messenger of death I pray.
From window, the last sound my mother heard, 
Was the call to die from this evil bird.
On dark wings this scavenger of deaths prey.

Such callous, heartless, evil bird this Crow
To steal from me, her ever loving soul.

Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007