Dead tree trunk amidst
florid green vegetation.
All things end someday.
- me
Life is just cyclic,
my dead bones could come back as
ah! a blood red rose!
- Max
Dead tree trunk amidst
florid green vegetation.
All things recycle.
- Alaka
Cremate, bury or
throw to the scavenging birds -
dead, we fertilize.
- Max
In every end
waits a beginning, coiled
to snap into life.
- Max
birds are chattering like seeds
on naked branches
last days of autumn
how naked i have become
bark, rock, and birdsong
gazing at mountains
as i have lost everything
i know but one thing
everything must die
fill me with your chattering
let me remember
spring will come again
i know no better life than words
i know no better death than none
i sweep the shards of pain away
and enter into silent song
- Laura T
Words speakto their own worlds,
measuring outlines of things,
become moments' shards.
A Poem's overflowing vessel
shatters softly, fractures
into Mysounds.
- Laura M
Broken dreams, do you sweep them
under a carpet of mindnumbing chores?
- Max
One wholesome cell of you I am god,
But, religion and prejudice divideth my soul,
Thus spreading the cancer of HATE!
winter always turns to spring,
but this summer
has Gaia wondering......
- Laxmi
i languished o'er death
i burgeoned with the flowers
spring liberation
- Laura T
who's dying first.
Bring in the crowd
Ribbons and balloons.
- Dipalle
Air empties out,
now I float through life
liberation at last oh death!
- Tasneem
Thursday, November 12, 2009
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