by Anthony Biaanco |
Here lies a grave,
a conglomerate headstone
without a name
weeds and webs
wrapped tight around the heartless edge.
Caretaker rides his rusty deer
pretending he's a nascar stud
waking the dead and stirring mud.
He take's his lunch beneath a tree,
eating twinkies with green fingertips...
and for his love he'll steal a wreath,
and place it gently on a grave
that bears a scar called, long forgotten
a grave he calls
by David Shawn Dodson |
appreciation, fathers day,
We have a laugh, and drink a beer,
Play some golf, and hunt for deer.
Your patience and wisdom, is without test,
Your confidence and clarity, is at its best.
Mentor and Dad, is what you are,
Saved and glad, your faith will go far.
I’m thankful and blessed, with a father like you,
Proud at its best, for the little things that you do.
Love and care, are words that I say,
Friendship to share, on Happy Father’s Day!
by Eve Roper |
environment, love, rain, weather, winter,
Oregon’s, wildlife, mountains, lakes, and bogs
Fields of green, awaken refreshed at dawn
Where salmon runs the rivers blue to spawn
Drawn wandering above the sea of fog
Black-tailed and mule deer birth their newborn fawns
Where shaggy mane elks labor their spring calves
Rustle sounds while they graze off open paths
Wander under the full moon of predawn
Sea of umbrellas on rainy season
Fireplace frames warm sputtering ember flames
Snow cold, in fella’s embrace with no shame
Turning me into shades of pink crimson
Savoring the earth's nurturing labor
Giving my heart to the verdant nature
My home for 36 years
by Mustapha Mohammed |
beauty, creation, nature,
Who flames the lilies of the field?
And the silver gladsome stars
Or puts a blanket,towering shield
From heaven's meteor darts.
Who grace the air in alluring sweetness?
And rivers above the expanse
Who clothes them all in retreatness?
To shout,to praise,to dance!
Who gives the rose the purest love
And the dews its silver -white
Or the blushing trees with arms above
That shakes within the light.
From regions far,to oceans near
Our God he smiles his beauty
From perfumed larks,to the leaping deer
Creation wields his duty!
by Tahera Mannan |
Far away when the smiling day tiredly smiles
The evening bride spreads her dress for miles
My thoughts their twilight keep
When tiny lamps awake half asleep
Your image when suddenly appears and stops
Like a deer grazing on dewy wet crop
Then this heart flutters alone
As the river runs on stones
Lusts for love’s glory
Shouts loud the sad story
Morning and night falls the tears
They are watered with horrid fears
But He moves in amazing ways
When end is near and no ray
He’ll shower his blessings on the head
Love will gather and diminish dread
by Jeff Connelly |
my eyes are
is only dark
in the quiet
ude my ears
sense and then
hear a familiar
Indian spirit in
lore is a deer
i hear your
do re mi
more from my
pills then from
the pillow next
to my head
i heard not a
to say but
line of my
to part and in
the sunshine of
my love and teeth i
day of not
by Thomas Martin |
betrayal, christian, class, horror, native american,
shocked, as hair cut short
in the darkness for rescue
all our gods forsaking us
pics of Him in pain
Teacher demanded belief
died for our sins
what is sin?
A bright girl asks
later teach replies
now forgetting gods
of earth and fire
and dressed up in
lies of white man
with love in heart
circles my neck
all our gods
to great spirit
the one with
wild deer playing
in her heart
by Sharon Gulley |
christmas, december, holiday, seasons,
December is a wonderful month to remember
the streets are all covered in snow.
Children in their hats and gloves with visions
of where they want to go.
Simple decorations all lit up with love,
Santa and his rain deer on every roof
The smell of cinnamon dances in the air with
hopes that Christmas touches everyone, every
The decorated Christmas tree in town square
is shared by everyone who enjoys the Holiday's
Come all Yea faithful will echo through the night
sending out hopes and dreams to all who loves
the meaning of Christmas and it's true plight.
by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
love, nature, beauty, beauty,
The Soothing Voice of the babbling brook
The Albino deer hiding in a forest knook
The Humming bird zipping from flower to flower
The colorful change of nature from hour to hour
The Beauty of Sunrise, melting mountain dew
The Beauty of Sunset, with Rainbows of hue
by Edward Ebbs |
animal, home, life, love, wife,
With big blue eyes
the way you look
and look at me
makes me smile
when you talk
your voice comforts
the things you share
friendship and love
they set me free
watching you care
feeding the birds
caring for a deer
dogs and cats
a raccoon family
once even a skunk
the place we live
for all creatures
all that breathe
for this I smile
you love me
I know this
I love you
for who you are
Edward J. Ebbs - October 24, 2015
by Paloma P |
break up, emotions, goodbye, heartbroken, jealousy, lost love, parody,
Her fake perfume smelled of cheap musk,
tobacco and passion flowers,
the stench of betrayal lingered long
after she had shiftily backpedaled
Musk is a class of aromatic substances commonly used as base notes in perfumery. They include glandular secretions from animals such as the musk deer, numerous plants emitting similar fragrances, and artificial substances with similar odors. Ewwww.....who knew? No wonder.
Wikipedia of course.
by Regina McIntosh |
The mist lies across the river bank
Sheltering the wild deer as they drink
Creating vague shadows in the distance
Of emerald pines and moss covered beds
Where the rabbits and squirrels make their home
And crisp, falling leaves carpet the floor
Of a forest where the mist creates a haven of hope
Whispering through the trees with assurance of love
©2014 by Regina Riddle
Nette onclaud’s Through the Mist Poetry Contest
August 24, 2014
by Charles Henderson |
natureurdu, blue, love,
there lies in lovely mountain glen
protected from the harsh north wind
meadows of such gentleness speak
volumes of love from those therein
provide life with abundant scope
promising peaceful love and hope
cradled beneath snow covered peak
food for bird, man and antelope
the Fraser fir, long is its shade
among the trees deer parade
hidden beyond a pristine shore
lies this protected alpine glade
the call of whippoorwill and dove
perfect blue of blue sky above
a home among all this and more
I’m sure, also filled with His love
© Apr 17 2011 For John's contest
by Miss Wattle |
THROUGH THE WINDOW
I stare out through the window,
Not absorbing what I see;
I watch the raucous Blue Jays
And leaves flutter from trees.
I spy squirrels hoarding nuts
And chipmunks scamper 'round;
The deer are eating lazily
The apples on the ground.
Look, the grass is browner now,
It's snow there soon will be;
But I register none of what I see
For my Love's not here with me.
© ELR 2013
by Emile Pinet |
beauty, butterfly, how i feel, imagery, poetry,
Beauty flies high above the earth
when butterflies embrace rebirth.
And rides on the wings of a dove
accompanied by peace and love.
Beauty lives in forests of green
and in seas of aquamarine.
It hangs out in ebony caves
or frolics in indigo waves.
Beauty glistens off mountain peaks
pitted with rocks and brindled streaks.
And penguins roaming ice and snow
find beauty wherever they go.
Beauty's in the eyes of a child
or a graceful deer running wild.
And families that kneel to pray
see beauty in a unique way.
by Annabelle Jane |
animals, imagination, love,
My doe eyes are taken by yours,
I fawn over your gaze, transfixed,
A deer in the headlights.
You, my white stag, king
Crowned with bone and velvet.
You, my red hart. I am your hind.
by James Rasmusson |
M ishigama my love,
I nto your water wonderland of brook trout and deer I
C an hear the cherubic song of chirping robin and rustling pine.
H eavenly harbors and pristine beaches shape a welcoming hand
I nfused with indigo lakes and teeming streams while three
G reat lakes enshroud to form a kirlian aura of rippling verve.
A live for but a flicker of time, my Michigan home away from Home
N urtures and readies me for the final cruise to the Wonderland of Love.
Note: The word ‘Michigan’ is a Frenchification of the Ojibwe word ‘Mishigama’ which
means ‘large water’.
by Asif Andalib |
allegory, fantasy, life, love, passion, romance,
I want a deer of gold I want her anyway!
No matter you are who or whatever you say!
I want her who steals my mind but then runs away!
She becomes startled, runs away, no one can capture her!
If I have chance to touch her she goes away further!
Whether I will get her or not I will chase her!
You buy the things that are available in the market!
Whereas I hanker after the thing that no one can get!
I have lost everything I had for my yearnings for her!
My capital is running short but it doesn’t matter!
I have no sorrow in my heart and I smile forever!
by Katherine Stella |
adventure, art, childhood, education, children, funny, history, imagination, inspirational, places, seasons, uplifting, visionary,
In forest you'll hear squak squak squak
May capture bears play
Or foxes ****-eyed walk walk walk
Down by waters bay
High in trees you'll hear owls owls owls
Just more feathered friends
But I love water fowls fowls fowls
So let's not this end
Miss Hood cried big bad wolf wolf wolf
I just stared and laughed
Seeing deer prints from hoofs hoofs hoofs
Think she's needs skunks bath
As many stanzas as you like.The last 3 words of each 8 syllable line are the same, to create the echo. These can be 1 or 2 syllable words, so long as the line is 8 syllables long. Syllable Count......126.96.36.199. etc.
Rhyming Sequence.......a.b.a.b. c.d.c.d. e.f.e.f. etc.
by D. C. Jordan |
beauty, love, lust,
Freya, Maria, Gaia Sofia
Kali and Parvati
Always it seems
They haunt my dreams
Staring like tigers in my night
With demanding love
And no expectation
But to see Her
They walk in light
Hip-switching across the Earth
A woman, a deer, a flying leaf
Her flaming sword
Could spin my head off
But She kisses my soul and I'm safe
Every day I see Her
Magic paralyzing eyes
Outlined in black
Golden eyelids smiling
Startingly clearly brown or blue
I know lust and peace at once
The world turns over
And the world burns
And the Goddess lives forever
by Veronica Joseph |
hidden in the back lot beyond the woodpile
many days he has listlessly searched for her
thrown as she declared her
that she never loved him
dark soil and trampled gardens marked by deer
he is alone here
but nothing shines to guide him
nothing shines in the dirt
if only he could find it he'd have something
to show her
now her eyes are cast down
she drives away
by Dennis Cardiff |
From the forest
Beckon; yet hold back,
Wanting to love;
Afraid to trust.
Like a deer
Ready to spring
At the first sign
Worthy of infinite contemplation,
Ready to colour
At the slightest provocation.
I want to coax her
From the forest,
There is nothing to fear,
Yet; I know there is.
So, from a distance
The timid gentle creature,
All I can give her
by K.M North |
My brother liked to steal my cloze
I said I like too wear my socks two
He had a girlfriend named rose
That he'd bring home when our parents were aweigh
He'd say to her "I love you deer"
And give her a flour or to
One day I said "I want a girl that listens to medal"
He laughed and told me I was cereal
But I mustard up the courage without mintsing words
And i said to his girlfriend "you should merry me"
She said "yes" and my brother could only grown
But he'll be my best man when me and her get married at the beech
He'll be wearing socks and sandals by the see
And I'll be sockless but merrying rose happily
by Ioan Rusu |
life, love, nature,
With an ice aye
I'm looking over woods
when winter comes.
Leaves, as bloody tears
are crying an paths.
Lonely, trees are shivering
under a cold sky.
Somewhere, in the mountains
I see a deer pairs
with ice hearts,
but I know that their warmly love
will cross over this cold winter.
by CJ Krieger |
I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
like pure water
touching clear sky.
I like to think
(right now, please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.
I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.