Emerging Poems - Poems about Emerging

Earth worms form drum circles rising through new-rinsed mud, to nurse the soil....

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The trees crowd in along the broken trail, sunlight tries to push through, but mostly fails, straight trunks spread out and obscure distant gaze, there’s eyes out there, watching, afraid they’re prey. Ahead a break grows larger with each step, cerulean against the forest depth, the summit rock cresting half of the peak, this vantage sought by many weary feet. Red squirrels chitter...

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As the flowers are reborn in the embrace of emerging spring, Who am I to wither at dawn, when I see the morning blackbirds gathering, Blessing me with songs they sing in crystalline voices. Once, their melancholic song melts with each drop of rain, Under blue and clear skies, they banish winter’s pain with hopeful trills. I watch them gather...

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WHAT'S COMFORT? The way you hold me when the world suppress the warm touch when the anxiety triggers pulling me out of the darkness of hollowness telling me to seek comfort from you. Being the sun of my dark sky when I can't find the ray of hope. The way you clean the food bites around my mouth while I...

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Inferiority complex as a kid, adolescent and emerging adult Yours truly (an amazingly, gracefully, and markedly modest passively aging baby boomer - formerly introverted long haired pencil necked geek), prattling wordsmith doth behold nostalgic memories regarding father (Boyce Brandon Harris) long ago lapsed decades during papa's prime time many years past when complacence existed about joie de vivre, and considerations about mortality irrelevant, where soothsayers promised our family staying alive...

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A biting wind with broken teeth, has left its blackened stumps hanging from the limbs of disrobed trees A washed-out daylight seeps gray. The streets were bareboned, greenery lusterless and scant. Too sudden it seems, too stark the change from picturesque autumn and this threadbare canvas. A walk in the park confirmed, my eyesight, my picturing has changed, today vision reflects a mind drained of the light of elation. Time to shake...

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Emerging Path, Hope And Its Bountiful Harvest From distant hills, seen the veiled valley below Rolling landscape, covered in star sprinkled snow Glowing under ravishing rays of midnight moon Her heart all a flutter, love's spell that month of June When she thought, would its most cherished touch arrive Seeding again, her soul, her dreams, her being alive Heaven above, with...

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Yours truly (an amazingly, gracefully, and markedly modest passively aging baby boomer - formerly introverted long haired pencil necked geek), prattling wordsmith doth behold nostalgic memories regarding father (Boyce Brandon Harris) long ago lapsed decades during papa's prime time many years past when complacence existed about joie de vivre, and considerations about mortality irrelevant, where soothsayers promised our family staying alive for eternity few and far between instances found me acting,...

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timid, meek, and demure (effeminate) me, essentially ruled the roost regarding Harris household sole son characterized vis a vis presented passive resistant outward nonestablishmentarian mold worst case scenario would witness Matthew Scott Harris spending longevity old and feeble minded at 324 Level Road outliving parents, pets (comprising inordinate number of dust bunnies) and siblings (an older and younger sister), the latter whose globetrotting exploits I envied, nevertheless outlived anyone polled even...

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summer slowly fades leaves begin to curl and crisp fall begins to set...

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Me, an aging baby boomer long haired pencil necked geek burning, depleting, using... fossil fuels, thus a global nonrenewable resource(s) repentant consumer admitting heavily trod carbon footprint additionally deeply enmired within very late adolescence, hence I shriek with utter dismay starkly aware personal hygiene suffers direct hit grungy kamikaze pilot courtesy this groomer cause I shower once every fifty second week. All joking aside, I recognized (after therapy session on November twenty third with...

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A fertile submission in a dark nest and yet it is believed that beings must be next to each other to touch. In my hive, he prayed for my nectar. With a steady hum buzzing through the forest. I stuck out my tongue, angry that the poems I imagined on his neck could never be written. The trees talked, Screamed when he...

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I wrote this 2019 in the studio. I wrote this feeling the sense awareness that people around me were always attached to something and this is how the words came out. I really do hope in the future I will have these recorded into a project that connects with you. ____________________________ I remember once walked into a room Have...

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Devastation turned to joy when searchers heard a muffled sound and found a tiny, frightened boy beneath the rubble on the ground. He lay, unhurt, surrounded by the storm's debris and clinging to a blanket. He began to cry, as did the entire rescue crew. Still holding to that blanket, he was lifted from the ruins while nearby his grieving family, though lying injured, soon would...

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Walk over the open desert. I still remember the clouds, the symbols. How they rest in their high romance living to teach the truth until it sinks into a beautiful nothingness. Pure minds sustain universes. The spirit is aesthetic. No less but more is enough but imagine it distinct from being. To be a phase in question and reason to an end. Trusting a change,...

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