Depression Nature Poems

I am green, I live in the field
I live in the field
I forgot you
I need


Master: You want
Vilmos: Something
Master: Good


I am green, I want something
I want...

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Grieving; I weep silently
As daylilies die daily
A slow death but violently
Their leaves a yellow shaley

Feelings that are despairing
Heart pain, actual sorrow
Tears because you're uncaring
Grieving cause...

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Do you ever feel like
There is an emptiness inside you
An emptiness 
That drains the light out of everything?
A black hole

Life in grayscale
Colors faded
Flavors muted
Voices distant

except

One...

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My initials are M F, of course, given by my parents. I don't use nicknames in any of my writings.

Maiden’s flimsy faking made mystique meaningless...

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I shaved my head
and wore a robe
the mountain pass
I found at last
grew thin alas
but fat I got
on nature's lot
her sounds were not
my thoughtless strobe
though I...

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Unseen is the dark sky midst the pitch darkness. Owls howl-hoot.
Vampire bats fly around. I sit, staring at the red moon.
What has happened to me?...

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Stars hear my cries!
For no one in this world has heard me
I look upwards towards the sky
For anyone into me to see

Oh have I been...

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SOS I’m crying out
Can you hear me in the silence?
SOS I’m crying out
I can’t stand up to all this violence

‘Cause I washed upon a sandbar
Destination...

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One rainy day
Is peaceful and gentle
Light tapping on the window, soothing the mind
A soft mood set
Like it can wash all of your worries away
One rainy...

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Early sun
slips her hands through
   the fleeing clouds
as a soggy   wet world
   shakes off  her raindrops
of yesterday.

As I,
adrip...

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the moon swoons in enfolding arms of sky -
a glassed-out world I cannot touch,

seen through pain and this pane
my four sycamores, sick to the core...

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It’s evening rush hour on 101
Parched hills burn golden
Hemmed gnarled oaks see no road 
Crowded between cars heading home 
Smell the sage with windows rolled
God’s...

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Kill me in a bed of grass
To avoid any bridges that come to pass
I’ll lay in wait for an eternity
If you promise an embrace with...

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Blackish, brownish, and greyish clouds on zenith call,
The white lambs like the ones below, unheeding, crawl;
The immaculate white egrets in elation,
Mock the grey herons, in...

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"Why so grim?", Old Tom Cat asked,
but Little Kitten turned away –
stared at the sky with wistful eyes,
withdrawn from this sweet, golden day.

"Why so gloomy?",...

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