A tree has fallen sadly, strongly pulling out all the roots that were mounted by the ground. Hitting straight downwards with no plans of being revived.
The fear of the fallen world has landed in the mud, creating a great series of unsettling feeling raining down in streams in-between the branches.
Leaving steady branches to raise the thorns by force with no luck the tree has no breath to blossom.
Leaves lingering in the air like lost plastics.
And then there was light behind where the tree was stalling, proclaiming its nature to never fall. Leaving it's fat presence known even by a topographic map. Landing a mark of eternity.
The sight of seeing behind became weary.
All though the tree took years to fall, but finally the air felt fresh enough to awaken what laid behind.
As days and weeks passed by, the disbelief of a fallen world became normal, a month passed and the soil consumed what was made to return on earth.
As it has been written what was made unholy will parish. The branches where weak shaken by the tree. But the lingering leaves landed better and became a bigger tree that took years to seed and sealed with the soil.
Ashleigh Ngoqo
I love the sound of your voice when you're mad and irritated, it sounds like you're calling the ocean to swipe out the problem.
I love the color of your skin even when you're having a bad day, your skin plays mercifully to your body complimenting your mind.
I love your lazy eyes, especially when they are excited, they like cracking out fireworks as bright as they can, especially when you see me before you.
I love your forbidden lips and nose, they are the no go zone, but some day I hope to land in forcefully, just to wrap you in-between my heart.
It's clear I'm all in love with you, which is insane because it would mean the lightning thunder gets along with the rainbow and time doesn't exist.
Ashleigh Ngoqo
The in's and yarns of the third sight
Fellow humans fetched a yard
Pulled a Soviet scarf
It was golden enchanted
With real's of wheels spinning round and not, the balance is shaken.
The aim is not to blink fast
Inhale the axial, breath in sequence
Notify the brain's awaken mode
Straighten the sight not to be blindfolded
Foolish acts combined with luring spirits
The wave cannot disappear
It needs to be dispatched
Up, up high
Where there's Atmos lies a layer of retreat
Watched like a time frame fragments
They are sculptured with symbols of shrine to blend and bind
The wine evaporates the pain yet in vain
It cost a dying calmer
The ridges of peace, belong in kind
So more less in the South, far way back up to the North
Ashleigh Ngoqo
I'm buried with child
As I am the only child left behind
With no forthcoming
Or night shadows
My pillows are soaked with prayers
As my knees are pale of beliefs
The strategy of enlightenment
Gets to be grasped by the thin layers of faith
I am still becoming
With nothing in hand
But
A sharp narrative to blend while speaking in tongues
Luring the little thoughts of time
I never had a voice before
But my light of gratitude gravitated slowly towards the sand bars and touched my bare feet
I now know what lies ahead, as my visions forwardly spotted the faith
I now believe solely I am incredible
Not in a mythical manner
In a spiritual spitted comfort
Ashleigh Ngoqo
I have never seen her naked
I have only seen her happy
I have never seen her sad
I have seen her hurt
I know not of the troubles she saw and conquer
Her strength enlightens the secret valley
Her garden is well off
She built walls of strong if it wasn’t her then her being built a boat
Ashleigh Ngoqo
In such occasions where the heart yearns
for your heat how would I recover the
sorrow, the pillow no longer drips with tears
it leaks the yeast of sadness
It drills with grills that has chilly taste of fist
The face I’ve came to known is
disappearing slowly dispersing drifting in a
shallow whipped stream strangely it
strangles the anger of hate I have to carry
that I couldn’t fight for you enough
I couldn’t hold my pinky promise
I couldn’t keep you, let along see you again
I’d wish death upon my dreadful drearily but
this light of your skin reminds me the moon
once covered the sun and all went dark
As little hope the was the fear that each
earth dwellers had was enough to confess
their sins
Since your last text purged my day
I hope the memories that we made
embrace the emotional route it straightened
because it was real not forgery
I somehow wish to stop whipping
I hope I start shifting just to let in the breeze
Your eyelids would forever impair my ability
Ashleigh Ngoqo
I want to write up your adventures Ashleigh said.
Sometime later, I told her, after I am dead.
She did not understand and took an unauthorized selfie with me.
This made me mad, sol I took a dump on her beloved willow tree.
I am the king, so no one should take a photo without permission.
I drive a red 1969 convertible Mustang with a V-8 transmission.
Barney, my sidekick has always ridden shotgun.
We are adventurers, and we always have fun.
Where have you been today? Ashley often pries.
I give Barney a look, then I tell her incredible lies.
I am royalty; it is no one’s business where I have been.
Sometimes we dogs live a day full of sin!
Yesterday we chased seagulls up and down a beach.
Some lady gave us iced tea. Yuck! It was syrupy and peach!
Whatever we do is no one else’s business I tell my pal.
Barney agrees happily with a you-got-that-right bow wow.
An astute and oh so,
Special and likeable young lady. She’s
Helpful to her classmates and is a
Loyal friend to her teammates. She is a born
Entertainer. Indeed we’ll miss all of your
Inspiration and movement with such
Grace. You’re moving on from green and gold.
Hats off to you Ashleigh, an awesomely astute princess!
Dear John Heck,
Such things, seemingly impossible, seem all too possible and common. This
is to all Soupers, and everyone in the world with a heart.
"Let Us Pray"
Won't take a nickle from your pocket,
A cheap way to save a life,
Don't underestimate it,
More powerful than the sharpest knife,
For Luke, Ashleigh, and Daniel,
And Stephanie and Mark,
And my valued friend John Heck,
I know things look so dark...
Please hold faith in God's great wisdom,
Often beyond our understanding,
If prayer has the power I believe in,
Then prayer is what I'm demanding...
No child should die so young,
No pain could be as great,
As to have a child of your's
Pass through that Pearly Gate....
So, I pray, as I'm sure you do,
Our words to God shall ring loud,
Don't suffer our little children...
For of them we are so proud.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.