My house is a living organism, with wooden veins and brick hearts that breathe stories,
The cracks in the walls are lifelines, maps of hidden worlds,
The white ceiling is my inner sky, where clouds of thoughts float in silence,
The white paint is a canvas where memories dance in unseen colors,
The dust in the corner is the sand of time, gently settling over moments past,
Wooden doors are gateways to parallel universes, where past and present intertwine,
When I am alone, the house sings me a cosmic lullaby, a symphony of silence,
And my wounds are embraced by the walls that have seen all seasons of my soul,
At dusk, shadows dance like ancient spirits, holding forgotten light in their palms,
The walls gather around me, like an embrace of eternity,
And they tell of buried laughter and tears dried by time,
In this shelter, more than walls, there is a heart that pulses with the beats of my life,
Now, in this living sanctuary, I find an ancestral peace,
My house is a universe in miniature, a poem with walls and windows,
Every crack and sound become words in an unseen journal,
And I, a traveler among dreams and memories, find my roots here, in the depths of my being.
Categories:
organism, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
He sets up His mast upon His raft.
He sailed the tops and groves of the trees in granting
There He goes through the forest, soaring His craft
He provides energy to the wild as the swift wind passes.
The freshness of the timbers climbing,
When they flourish where they're standing
The aroma of wood is the best for understanding
That should have it to vend banded we invoke.
We notice vines developing, surrounding the trees,
Sustaining one another breathing in this sphere of unity
We concede that we're learning from them by will
A loving connection between these trees and plants
The woodlands breathe with peace and with sense.
A tree's liveliness needs sustaining credence.
For its essence, it rightly deserves to be pleading
As if they were holding hands, the trees and vines
It shows us they have the capability of a love within residing.
The trees and different characters thereof,
An advanced tier of life to replenish our air above
An intelligent, complex organism of vitality
We discover more about this reality-based formality.
Categories:
organism, god, imagery, inspirational, nature,
Form: Imagism
All the men in the upper deck
Are after my fragile neck;
For every step of mine, the longest check;
Looking for plans of mine to wreck…
God! Did I their wives’ cheeks peck?
These guys could my body toss into a beck!
Now, on my defensive right hand
Is assaulting gravelly sand
I had sourced from a sympathizing land,
Bearing though A keep Off!” Red Band;
The sand its way shall find into eyes;
While I coolly assemble excusable lies…
What I’m fighting: Antagonisms
From ten hateful organisms.
Categories:
organism, bullying, evil, forgiveness, violence,
Form: Rhyme
We are living organisms
We human 's are living organisms
We are no great
We are no God
We are just a living organism
We are here to live
We are here to breathe
We are to be burried in the earth
We are gone be a part of nature
We are living organism
We might touch the sky
We might be inside the deep oceans
Still, we live
No great we have done, we live
We have no access to post pone our death
We are going to leave this nature
We are living organisms
We live in this nature
Heart attack might hit you
Cardiac arrest might concquer your life
We have no intimation of death
We are just a living organisms
Live the life, love the life
Live and let live others...
Categories:
organism, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
I feign disinterest
Because to appear too interested
Might cause unrest in you
Who claims he too is tired
Of the loneliness that comes from
Being alone yet you want to remain
Single, unfettered and untethered
And so enforce the 72 hour hold. . .
What is that about anyway?
You ask for my number and give
Me yours but don’t call before
The end of day three because
It might appear that you are
Lonely or heaven forbid—desperate
And so we’re back to the beginning
Feigning disinterest and remain in
Our cells lonely or alone
Categories:
organism, betrayal,
Form: Blank verse