Earthed Poems | Examples

Song of Life

I am blessed to born with a cry
Bringing smiles around, like a flashing pry
 
World is wisdom, balancing the stories
As ages pass with unsaid glories
 
The pickle is delivered with taste of moment
On the floor, earthed to live as a tenant
 
As we revolve, so does the time
Moons and stars, with the glowing lime
 
Ears, eyes and all my senses
Are never enough to cross the fences
 
Caged in free world, running with the stress
With triggered emotions, and endless chase
 
Have learned through this journey
Clueless is makers wish, 
Timeless are tale of attorneys.

Nature In Our Architecture

.
     Off
   Womb
  Earthed
 HumanS
In Worship 
Of   Nature
For Love of Nature
A shelter to be safe 
From Fury of Nature
 Place to 
 Explore
  Called    Own
   Home   Nature
              In its glory
              In its beauty
              In acceptance
              In accordance
              In its response
              In responsibility 
A shelter to look out from
A shelter to look into form
A shelter carved out  from
A shelter constructed from

Built Offerings to confirm
Innate Nature human will
 That refuses to conform
                       A mark 
                     The born
                  The evolved
                There created
               That left a form
              That drawn from  
              Collective Nature
 Cyclical Nature Impression
Creations Emerge Dissolve
              To the larger will
               Nature returns
                It is her field
                 In her fold
                   A recall

Eden Earthed Over

The apple fell already bitten upon,
a mossy soil coated where the tooth-cleaved.
Soon grubs worked their way out
of the pith
creating a teeming mulch.

Adam had fallen asleep again,
in his gut overripe grapes fermented
turning now to drunken snores.

The apple was changing, morphing,
the earth had gone into labor.
This had not happened in paradise before,
this was self-regeneration,
the copulation of dirt with air.

It was the flood of the moon;
Eve squatted. Her body was changing,
tidal rains washed her blood,
travail begot a tillage of arousal. 

Her belly swelled,
instinctively Adam built a nest
of straw, green shoots and saliva.

She grew large, gravid, a tad snappish.
she sensed deep in her belly
that this coming birth
would be both sour and dewy,

an innominate delivery for sure
riddled with good and bad seeds,
and she knew not what to call it.

Monoku Imagism

lightning earthed on paper

Cinquieme

not to be diminished
your fifths carry me
to a realm of impossibility
where one dares to dream
far from the root
damned to a life of iniquity

octaves spun in figure eights
your eyes, demure
an opal of exchange
dying in and out
inexperience, enchantment
sated, heart

fetal by choice
fatal by chance
fated faith in dire romance

black and white
black and white

tuned,
keys just right
sung aloud
bathed in salts of earthed
tones

seduced
shadows serenade the scene
and not seen

Dans Le Heure Bleue

“dans le heure bleue"



My skin feels alive
when you are 
next to me
blood pulsing
from the core
of me
Root Chakra Red
My throat exposed
the Wolf now
lies next to me
in my warm bed
savage and smiling 
he is seen, he
smells of 
fresh crushed green
pine leaves 
lemon 
basil 
bergamot 
a heart blooming
with jasmine
rose
carnation 
coriander 
patchouli
sandalwood 
and iris root, then
I’m on my knees
genuflecting
he says,
“Come here,"
He kisses me
and tastes 
like 
Star Anise


"sauvage
je reviens
vers vous
Rouge
dans le
heure bleue..."


(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
V.S.A.S.


 


"Scent of a Woman
rising from 
the Oceans blue
necklace of pearls
on a clam shell
salt and air
silver cut grass
then earthed
terra australis
Red"

Echo

ECHO

nymph of note
your mountain voice rebounds
as it resonates your vanity
enticing echo’s alluring invite
beguiling tantalizing tease
tempting Zeus


weaving your words
of sidetracking diversion
amusingly entertaining wives
freeing their spouses to ravish
 captivating seducing tease
tempting nymphs


detecting your tricks
Hera’s fierce retribution as
colorful conversations she muted
 replacing with foolish repetitions 
your only communication now 
irrational duplication

 
AN OBTUSE 

ECHO


In Greek mythology “Echo” was a mountain nymph who loved the sound of her own voice.
She used it to attract Greek gods and torment their wives… until the wife of Zeus,
Hera,
Un-earthed deception and sought retribution
 


© Kim van Breda—10 November 2014

Spring Is Here Once Again

Spring trees are full of tender
green buds, stretching into the air.
Fresh blackberries blooming white
flowers everywhere.
 
The smell of honeysuckle and it's bright
stare are full of honey bees with a hunger
to mature, with care.

A long walk on a dirt lain, back
road with no where to go.
Gentle fireflies cascade in the 
evening's glow.

In the distance a young whiperwhil
calls to another.
A peaceful sound that brings to me
a soft shutter.

Spring is here once again and the rebirth
of life begins again.
I live to see each year's wonder earthed
and to it, my attention lend.

The Tree and Me

Everyday as i pass the old tree

        i compare myself to the limbs

            branches hanging lower now

                leaves dropping and bark scarred

                    the deep roots un-earthed

                        tree house fallen

                            glory days

                                lost in

                                    time...

Contest: The Old Age
Form: Nonet
Sponsored by:  Dr. Ram Mehta

Poems by Shar

Past Living

Cloud,tree,ground.
Air,wind,water.
Heat,cold,fire.

The clouds swept above his,present,in those days.
He planted no trees of evasion to prevent the,future.
The ground earthed every deed he never undid.

The air suspended his secrets,
The wind tumbled his evil whispers.
Thus water whetted regret to depression.

Heat melted his good side of humanity.
The cold froze the molten scars of reason and love.
The flaming memos of what was intermittently consume his life.

The kind of man known today,was before and shall be the same tomorrow.

By M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

My Play, Poverty's Play

And if poverty whips, 
largely, torments
In her barefaced snort of 
withering grievance.
I shall be the one, 
mannered by Earth's dog-
wetness, 
To garner my broken 
possession, murk and bins, 
Writhe, clamber steep nigh 
moister Earth

From foot of lazy deities, 
pick the sacred mound, 
Muzzle it deep against my 
leaking dereliction birthed
From a heightened 
helplessness of obligation
And speak the words of 
preserving ardour
From deities' bossom

As trambled Kola lobe and 
marooned salt
Earthed for no sprouting in 
rushing footfalls, 
Prickled, insatiate in the 
belly of oblivion
I shall be the praying yam 
wholly unearthed
To the feet of a roasting 
'adogan'

I shall be the racketeering 
prey, jostled
Endlessly in poverty's 
meaning play, 
Washed- out by riches' 
maze
I shall be the mocking 
haunt lack tugs
In steep eaves of perceived 
redemption.

The Day the Angels Marched

I knew there would be a time
The day the Angels marched
To the River Styx they headed
There's evil to be torched

Lucifer and his lurid
To our surface they have risen
As they corrupt, plunder and kill
Our survivors to their hell like prisons
 
To eradicate this evil
The depths they need to go
Combat instead of mediation
To match them blow by blow

They meet at the gates of Hades
On mass with shields and swords
In evils, dreaded hellish eyes
The might, as the angels hoard

Lightening flashes zag
The cue for them to attack
In delta formation they swoop
Heroism, there will be no lack of that

Weapons blessed by higher
Cut down the lowest dregs of all
Winged saviour's all of them
In the end will stand so tall

This planet will remember
The day the Angels marched
When evil was finally defeated
Beaten, earthed and torched




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The Final Discussion

Two faced fox from beneath the shadows
Prepackaged blush the manipulative wallows
Irrational cupidity earthed in lies
Imminently causing fitting cries

Acute observations to every detail
Questions asked but to no avail
Reprehensible plight wears temperance thin
And convincingly accounts for the insurmountable win 

Clarity of worth is only there in the lack of
Contradictions and assumptions strikingly thereof
In effect attempts are marked as feeble
Noteworthy endeavors deemed as terrible

Given that honesty less jest were sought
If only beyond the bridge were given thought
Contexts beyond the cusp could have been prevented
The discussion ends when this poem has ended

A Discovery

A love of the written word is new to him
Beginning unexpectedly and without intent
A lie he says, for he entered a poem in a contest
But the love that sprung from that one
Is like the tree that supports the branch
For it is deep as a mother’s love for her child
Earthed in the heart of the writer
His passion for the language speaks through him
Poetry as they call it is just an expression of his mind
Writing away clearing his thoughts
He ponders the future and hoping to create
He motivates himself and smiles away
As he sees his path and guides his hand
With every key stroke he imprints his ideas
On the page before him he unearths thoughts that preceded his written words

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