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LonelyI look at the stars
Hoping to see something
Looking back at me.

But its just echoes
Of dead and dying
Suns and worlds.

Nothing's listening,
Nothing's speaking,
Nothing really cares.

There is no design,
No grand plans to
Make the universe spin.

There's only darkness,
Suffocating and cold,
Consuming the light.

Resting In NatureGreen leaves, soft wind,

The gentle whisper of the breeze.

Frogs croak, Birds sing,

The water reflects the warmth of the Sky.

Calm breathing, light sighing,

The boy and the girl lie calmly in the grass.

Midday Mildness, Soft shade,

Trees provide the greatest shields.

Light shifting, kind yawning,

The Lovers stir in their sleep.

A summer day to never forget.

A nature orchestra providing the lightest music.

A day shared, Hands linked,

The lovers sleep in peace.

You always tell me the same storyHe's in love with a scene from the winter
that occurs on a trip to Washington,
when the dark is constant and the trees jog
like legends alongside the highway;

as his eyes fall half-sleep but his senses remain
taut and vigilant, sweating on the wheel,
pitching nerve to the sound of branches cracking,
bristling under his wind-torn jacket;

the time of evening when the sunset rests
at its very highest, bright and sudden as Heaven,
an aureate glow around the birdsongs,
the stench of roadkill muted by a golden frost;

a taste of nirvana,
an instruction of faith,
the blatant existence of God,

lost as soon as he rounds the bend.

On days like thisOn days like this,
I like to think
About just how lucky I am.

How lucky I am
To have food
And a roof over my head.

How lucky I am
To have a beating heart
And air in my lungs.

How I lucky I am
To even have been born.
Imagine...

Out of every sperm and egg,
And every unknown miscarriage,
I survived. We all did.

That in itself is amazing.
Then add on that life itself
Is amazing and wonderful.

How many systems
Must work in tandem
To keep me alive?

If one single DNA strand
Were to replicate wrong
My life would be irreparably damaged.

If my temperature is off
By just the variance between in and out,
I die.

These things astound me.
Every c

ReptileBy design, I survive hiding, quiet;
carnivorous.
I am my fangs, or my claws, or my muscle;
alien from accepted.

Please, do not forget,
my cold blood seeks heat.

The softness of scales surprises the skin
of ignorant fingers.

RandomSiren sing me that beautiful
song of love, death and tragedy.
of war that was outplaced by love
are other things. Oh siren sing me
that song that has kept you singing,
the song that kept you breathing, the
song that every man, woman and child
would like to hear.

Wishing for WingsI was born a caterpillar...
Plump and cute and green.
You might think it would be great,
But that was not my dream!

Every day the birds came
The prettiest of things.
Though they want to eat me,
I can't help but watch those wings!

Every night I wish
On the first star in the sky
Please oh please just give me
Wings so I can fly!

In the morning I'd wake up
And through the trees I'd climb...
If I had wings I wouldn't crawl,
A dumb inch at a time.

I never stopped the wishing,
I never gave up hope...
Then happened this strange thing...
Did not think I could cope!

All the sky still left to see...
And mother tells me "Dear,"
"It's time for you t

Lookingwhy do we as human beings
ignore what is placed before us
at our feets
in our hearts

i want to be apart of nature
dissolve into the endless stretch
of baby blue skies
lift off in nimbus clouds

and when i want
gently float back down

Morning CallMorning Call
Sudden shower
Lying half-awake in bed
The soft, tender form of my darling touching me
To my delight, the trill of the bugle
The tumult of the rifles
Had been stilled by the rain
The only sound i heard
Through the soft, quiet swish of my fan
Was the soft and silent swish of the late summer rain
I lay in bed to listen
Until 9 AM

Joyful SongTonight's a starry night
With a gleaming moon.
You feel alive and energetic
Ready to run with joy.

Adrenaline courses through your veins
Waiting to be released.
It sends energy through your body,
And you just want to let loose.

In seconds you feel a rush.
It engulfs you from head to toe.
The energy is finally released
As a howl erupts from your throat.

The howl is a song of joy,
And many wolves hear the tune.
They overcome with happiness
As they join in the joyful song.

The Song of the WolfEnlighten me, moon
For your beauty gives me strength
Enlighten me, stars
For your vastness across the sky gives me freedom
Enlighten me, earth
For your energy gives me life
Enlighten me, universe
For I am the Great Wolf

So This Is What They Call A CityI looked
Up at the sky
And it was
All washed out
There wasn’t a star in sight
All I saw were
Man-made structures
And
Machines made by
Man
And man-made machines

I feel so
Disconnected
I’m so cut up tonight
And I feel
Cut off from nature
I wanna be
Where I can see the stars
Where I can
Crane my neck skyward
Without a building in sight

I wanna be
Out tonight
Bathed in moonlight
Well even if you
Razed the city
To the ground and
Made it flat
It still wouldn’t be
Half as good as it
Used to be

I’m
So disconnected
I can’t even
Feel the ground
I’m so disrupted
I can’t even
Hear a sound

I can’t see th

LacusSunlight glistens off the top of the lake;
Fish swim beneath the cool, crystal waters,
And the wind chops at the surface,
Breaking, for a moment, the reflection
Of the azure ocean above.

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A Solstice DreamDull vision doesn't help me
Around subsiding grogginess
Converting my energy.
Where am I?
My scarf wishes to admit,
But its fabric is silenced.

The circumference of my senses
Finds one way to go:
A door in front of me
In a direction that isn't
Another brick wall.
So I progress
Laxly step-by-step.

Gripping the handle, I
Turn, so ever slowly
Entering, instantly giving heed
To the crackling of a fireplace,
The only source of light
That's relatively apparent.
And though I crouch
Next to the hearth,
It does little good to warm me
On this old, wooden floor.

Martyrdom StreetMeet the soul who daydreams of arson and blood;

A minute later he's deceased in the mud.

Perhaps for his own good, but what can you say?

It's a beautiful day, let's get wasted away!

If you're claustrophobic of the boundries of God

Then coming here's perfect if its morality you brought,

Though it will all be lost, as this path ends in death,

But it does anyway, so just waste your last breath!

I bet you can find everything you don't need

If you first find your place on Martyrdom Street.

Alyssa 2Brown hair dangling
From a girl whose personality
Reflects her tone of voice.
Even the flute she wields
Holds the essence of her harmony.
Corruption may try to infect her aura,
But in the end,
One does wonder how
She conquers such malicious things.
Is it how she understands them?
Or may it be
That the purity within her
Acts as an awesome catalyst
Of self-equilibrium?

Alyssa 1What do I see in the throne above the rainbow
But a girl, abundant in youth;
Bearer of Libra, reminder of spring
When the flower pedals come.
Time will gift them with wishes
To fly to the targets she intended.

Many Truths Like ThisShutting tight my naive eyes
In a world where nothing's ever fair.
The people taunt and mock the names
Of those suffering without care.

But when a man loved by family
Is struck with a malign cancer,
The sinful keep closed all their mouths,
Though the sick man's prayers are never answered.

One AthiestI, just living, am I here,
Nothing more to ever fear
As Hell itself does not exist
For no god is there to resist
The ground for which I'm condemned.

Is none, the soul, thy brain is true
Unlike the baptist day I rue.
What evil would God let to live
But love, is which not much to give
My relief; I'll not repent.

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by ~VeiledPoet, Nov 26, 2012, 2:35:00 PM
Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

To lash fuchsia
Is, to Future, stain a floral bed,
Whereby a billion butterflies
Embellished in a belle of white
Lay weary heads!
As
She's awoken with a morning
Tucked under a bang
All rise the hanging grapevines
And fruit veins
So compelling her to sing.
She sang:
"A nymph of forest
Forfeiting her needles
Such am I,
Pining for a fire to keep me
Oh so warm.
If the cool is wavered
And I heed what fire warned,
I shall sleep on with the seasons
Until butterflies are adorned
With their own beds."

Dreiadesby ~VeiledPoet

Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

Poem of a nymph sleeping on as winter approaches.

The title comes from her specific nymph type. She is a Dryad, a wood nymph. Mix that with the Pleiades nymphs and huzzah!

And yes, "Forfeiting her needles/Such am I/Pining for a fire to keep me/Oh so warm" is a pine tree pun. DOUBLE HUZZAH!

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=Lady-Luck03 Dec 2, 2012 Student Writer

This is such a beautiful piece. The imagery is just astounding. You can literally see everything described in the poem. Fantastic work and thanks for a great read.

~Blindstar97 Nov 28, 2012 Student Writer

Yesss I'm not the only one who goes huzzah... I feel validated!

Poor cold nymph... nice poem though!

~VeiledPoet Nov 28, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Huzzah is a champions word. And thanks! ^-^

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