O’ withered orchid; once
A blooming child devoid
Of weary, standing ‘midst
The evening sun, beneath
Its golden smile–now
Thy leaves of deathly bronze
Decay, sinking coarsely
Beneath the frail hemlocks
Who weep with hollowed bones.
“O’ withered orchid…
We miss thee, withered orchid…”
Categories:
hemlocks, beauty, loss,
Form: Verse
I love
the great outdoors,
the gigantic redwoods
and the fragrant pines and hemlocks,
so cleansing to the air,
lover of trees,
I AM
Categories:
hemlocks, appreciation, beauty, earth, nature,
Form: Diamante
Two faces; two juxtaposed deportments; two qualities;
On one hand, past pains; on the other, future jollities
Janus, the Roman god of progress and dualities
Dwells with keys of the door, gate, and threshold formalities
I have it. Each one has. One is true. The other is false.
Safe like love and hope; heard-earned treasure-like brings many walts
Springing like hemlocks from mental mud insecurities
Brings manipulative and deceptive impurities.
Trust erodes; communion corrodes; inner turmoil is born.
With anger, fear, and sadness, equilibrium is torn.
Vocation is jeopardized; calm communion is curtailed;
Energy and synergy quirks and smirks are veiled and failed.
Confidence, compassion, and creativity are must.
Together with honesty, loyalty, love, hope, and trust
Learning from the past and flourishing into the future
And living and letting live be our monistic nature
Categories:
hemlocks, body, heart, people,
Form: Rhyme
The thorny bush of resentment enwraps my heart and soul,
Suppressing the blooms of joy that try to spread their petals;
Like hemlocks, nightshades, castor beans, and oleander knolls,
It poisons my pure environs blemishing fine fettles...!
I'm enraged, often, my inner equilibrium gone,
I am imprisoned in the jail created on my own;
Carrying in my pocket the snake of hate I'm angst prone,
Peacefulness is fully gone, there's a constant cyclone...!
When there's no anchor for rancor soul is shipwrecked, often,
I, as responsible captain, with awareness control;
Mind in Brahma, to stop rancor I should take precaution,
Through a life one with God, I can save my body and soul...!
Why couldn't I embrace each creature and exist for all?
Why couldn't I travel within and put things in order?
Why could not I through my good thoughts, words, and deeds bliss enthrall?
Why couldn't, one with the divine, turn a peace accorder...?
Categories:
hemlocks, anger, angst, life,
Form: Rhyme
The spotless swaps are filled with bright hemlocks
Slaloms brighten the looming metal fence
Footsteps ring in the darkness of airlocks
The spotless swaps are filled with bright hemlocks
Under a load of plants, gates groan and shock
A moment when nothing pleased your senses
The spotless swaps are filled with bright hemlocks
Slaloms brighten the looming metal fence.
Written: March 22, 2023
Categories:
hemlocks, analogy, character, health,
Form: Triolet
Thoughts honed to a razor’s edge
The dictionary and thesaurus be my whetstones
Set atop my stalwart quadrupedal aide
Pulverized hemlocks be my stationary cohort
A hewn cedar be cylindrical partner in rhyme
A sooty viscous slurry be my workmate
The milky sap of the arborist companion be my reviser
Time; unlimited; to be committed to sonnetifcation
Mete by minute or by days…to precompose
To choreograph the mind’s breadth of complexity
To see the inferences…laid out; covertly or overtly
Upon reaching a draft of my pre-thoughts; spelt out
To reave the uncomplicatedness from each line
Leaving nothing unprinted upon the page.
Categories:
hemlocks, poetry, writing,
Form: Free verse
Spilled.
.
Spilled an ocean of hurt and anguish
Over my lost formative years
When my lonely betrayed heart
So full of pain couldn’t take no more pain
And burst into acid burning tears
.
The frightened unloved inner child
That never saw the sun
And never learned to smile
And who crawled on broken glass
My hands tied
My feet chained and bound
With an iron clasp
.
So many promises made
So many never kept
My heart battered and bruised
A fallen tumbling leaf windswept
Pulled one way then the other
Ripped and torn apart
But never a hater
But a bewildered lover
.
An emotional punchbag
Bursting at the seams
For others to unleash their narcissistic
Neurotic tendencies and venom
Like a sailing ship floundered
Crashed upon jiggered tarring rocks
Then to sink like a mullion unfulfilled dreams
.
I lust for hemlocks poison to bite
And end my torrid nightmare
A never ending cursed night
And vanish into unknown obscurity
And the emptiness of oblivion
The sweet release
Peace at last.
.
Peter Dome©2021.
Categories:
hemlocks, angst, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Boulders glisten in snowy mounts
Roving ravens circle over the valley
Employing intuition to snatch prey
Amuck is their fear of starvation
Tall peaks don't offer anything
Hemlocks hide the Alpine swifts
Tucked in branches for survival
Above clouds shiver in mid noon
Khaki sun still has a faded shine
Indicative is the mood of eagles
Nurturing hope in nippy February
Grand is the vision of early spring
Categories:
hemlocks, beauty, bird, nature, sun,
Form: Acrostic
~Enchantment~
(Free Verse)
Colored glasses spinning light,
From tulips blooming very bright.
Bedding glorious beauty past,
As you smiled at me so glad
Blessed Grace by the Most High,
Zephyr flowers opened wide,
Callas lilies graciously stood,
As Shakespeare rhymed so well
Skilled artists painting clouds
Perfect strokes filled the skies,
Dogwoods, juniper and hemlocks
Showing nature's souvenirs' best
Petals ripening airy and fair
Sunny gates facing winds and sun,
Swaying branches high and low
From the mellowed chestnut trees.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2005
September.26.2015
Categories:
hemlocks, beautiful, flower, magic, nature,
Form: Free verse
Your world collapses A name shies of comeback
breaks the water for bare bones unaligned you
hunker down for the happenings didnot fit
in the shoes of black magic it was a damned
reversal of the pygmies to become tall the old city
dies on the hill young steps start a never ending
descent of the wheels can you stop this vintage flow
in night king was sitting without a glass
rolling stones were laughing after the conversation
and the sons of soil smashed the barriers
after the illumination cacti become prominently displayed
in the jungle of weeds wearing nightgowns of thorns
two headed snakes lapping up the milk from the teats
of a moon the cow jumps on the hemlocks amidst
the cries of children of tomorrow
Satish Verma
Categories:
hemlocks, art
Form: I do not know?
Your world collapses A name shies of comeback
breaks the water for bare bones unaligned you
hunker down for the happenings didnot fit
in the shoes of black magic it was a damned
reversal of the pygmies to become tall the old city
dies on the hill young steps start a never ending
descent of the wheels can you stop this vintage flow
in night king was sitting without a glass
rolling stones were laughing after the conversation
and the sons of soil smashed the barriers
after the illumination cacti become prominently displayed
in the jungle of weeds wearing nightgowns of thorns
two headed snakes lapping up the milk from the teats
of a moon the cow jumps on the hemlocks amidst
the cries of children of tomorrow
Satish Verma
Categories:
hemlocks, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?
In spring sunlight won't
penetrate the dense forest,
while the redwoods grieve...
Their flat, sharp leaves are
dull, a shimmering luster
gives them full life again...
The oaks suffocate,
their new branches can't spread out:
their wish suppressed...
Moss-covered hemlocks
thrive, clinging to a vain hope:
no birds' song they hear...
Forests confine lakes,
embellishing their lush landscapes:
shading eagles' nests...
The cherry birches
have a shimmering luster,
they droop before dusk...
Entered in Raul's Moreno contest, " Solace in Nature "
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
hemlocks, nature, sea, seasons
Form: Haiku