I look skyward waiting to see what life has to offer
child on a swing souring skyward - frozen mountain peak slices through iced clouds
Laying on the grass trying to relax,
Looking upwards, at the clouds,
One looks like an angel wings spread out,
Slowly that cloud dissipates,
Now a fish appears and swims away,
As I lay there time passes by,
A tap on the shoulder,
I turn around nobody's there,
Noticing its getting dark,
How long did I lay there?
It seemed like only five minutes,
Yet the dark is here,
Who or what warned me,
Was I dreaming?
Thinking on all this I walk away.
In blue tinged glow of lustrous night,
Hollander watches bird in flight.
In breathless, quiet, shadowy gloom,
Trees are restless, night's abloom!
Hollander, where has gone the sun
In which you had so much fun?
And when evening's come, and shadows fall,
You stand and listen to a bird's call.
Beneath the trees, in solitude,
While on the night, the moon will brood.
How does Hollander view skyward lark,
As he stands listening in the dark?
Skyward, skyward, with piercing cry,
Floating gently, way on high.
Moon, with your dimming light,
Who would ever miss the sight?
Trees that bloom on fertile land,
You look so lovely, breathless and...
Night is a beautiful, sweet detainer,
As you look to the skies...Hollander.
I just cannot lie
I reach for the sky,
I am like a falcon
Spreading my wings wide,
Soaring through the clouds
Weaving in and out of verdant trees,
Looking down at the ant like people beneath me
Scurrying about in endless futility,
While I soar high up in the sky
I fly on sirocco winds,
I am tracing the gulf stream route
I glide in solitary bliss,
High in the sky are perfect moments not to be missed.
I soar above mountain peaks
Snow covered beauty,
I glide over rainforests
Lungs of our earth
Breathing out life,
I sail on wings so incandescent
Spiritual in essence,
I witness war and atrocities
But high in the sky they can’t touch me,
High in the sky I fly free
A bird on wings made of filigree,
Seeking the answers that plague me
What’s wrong with our humanity?
We could be existentially free,
And fly high in the sky
Dancing to symphonies
Resonating on vibrancy,
Gliding on streams of higher frequency
Up in the sky I live out my spiritual beliefs,
Up in the sky is my only release.
I long
to disappear
into this beauty
all that surrounds me
to lose myself
in wings in leaves
to be carried away
on a soft summer breeze
I long
to leave
not a trace
where all I have been
save the imprint on grass
where upon I did lie
till each little blade
resumed tracking the sky
Skyward nothing compares to those glances spring moon
Single tendril leaps for
bachelorhood while still con-
joined to the mother lode.
What else is left for me to do
But to look towards the sky
As ground below me tears in two
Right as I learn to fly,
Not on wings or magic cloths
Concerned in fairy tales
But in things that rose aloft
Adjourned in times I failed,
Releasing me of any guilt
I may have felt before
Which cease to be as I'm rebuilt
With just a little more,
Courage and the solitude
To hold my head so high
That even starlight can't elude
The shadow in my eyes,
And as I'm falling skyward
I glance at the world beneath
Forgiving all that I could
Every moment that I breathe....
Terry
WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com
he does not have
size, nor age either,
and makes no sound
no hills up and down
but it goes through virginal campus
as beauty's devil big-head fool!
it really is
a year
screaming
child, or boy
ah, very well invisible
no style
do not know
how
they can live so
watch it
love it
and still wondering it.
full orange round moon
circle illuminating view
night darkness
shining light
sphere brightened canopy
lighting earths crust below
stars twinkling bright
diamond heavenly bodies
pulsating harmoniously
sprinkling star dust
in orbital swing
eyes drift skyward
blood drops
falling skyward
and down again
causing pillars of blood
and dirt of maimed reddened figures
scattered across the land
the bloodshed continues
on sides of good
and of evil
pillars of skyward bloodshed
form.
Skyward turn my eyes and dream
The surface clouds,
Drifting in the blue,
Dispersing and reforming.
Amorphous by their nature,
The ether of emotions,
Summer white
Or thunder storming.
To you I tilt sequential,
Fractions and equations,
Priming of the heart,
Charging and imploring.
Skyward turn my eyes, and cry
Into the heavens,
My heart of hearts
For you is soaring.
A long-winded breeze
carry a blue plastic bag
toward the sky.
I look
at strength
in sun's heat.
Of the warmest season
of the year.
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