This folder is for poems about nature, such as trees, lakes, rain, animals and so forth.
Untitled by Lindielle, literature
Literature
Untitled
Swell, crash, recede. Swell, crash, recede. An unrelenting force. A rhythm. A theme.
Dark waves grow, swell, expand
To spill out upon cold sands
A love too powerful to contain
Too free-flowing to restrain
It breaks free, crashes forth
Stretches far, takes its course
Then it peaks, momentum falls
The wave retreats after it stalls
Weary-hearted it recedes
Back into the distant seas
But, pull of moonlight, siren's song,
Will swell again before too long
A never ending cycle. Both destructive and serene. Swell, crash, recede. Swell, crash, recede.
That little bit of magick
you always seem to
unknowingly dust off of
the ends of
your daisy dresses and
your sun-dried,
mud-ruddy boots;
the ones that tell us all about
where you've been and
for how long gone just about
says it all to them,
methinks
Those tiny droplets of
love potions made from
the deepest, darkest secrets
we found one autumn's eve
while trespassing
that gramma by the forest river's home;
we should be incriminated
for all our vile,
boy-crazy spells that
we've stuffed in a
pair of sock each,
mind you
These little paper-cut
hearts you dragged me into
making from various art papers,
glitter, and glue-gunne
I'll hold you, fold you
tuck you safe in my rib-cage
-like first love's letters
I'll seek heaven in your gaze,
constellations on your lips
Catch the butterflies
fluttering in my rib-cage
-they know me so well
Write on cerulean skies,
breathe under turquoise waters
You pick at my scabs
kiss me deep in my rib-cage
-while I ache from bliss
I'm but a half-baked body,
your warmth will surely rot me