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Rajinder Sep 2018
Breeze whispers despair
a tree exhaled
the leaf changed colour
Bella Tanner Sep 2018
The forest is my escape from life,
I go there to breath in the air and get away from strife,
The trees of many shapes and sizes don’t argue, they don’t fight.
The coexistence in the forest leads me to believe that there is some light
In the world, where we people dry up everything they touch,
The animals may seem like discord, blood and too much.
But there is some peace in the conflict, some light in the dark.

I go to the forest to look at the shrubbery,
It may seem like just a few leaves attached to sticks as a way to appease
Our eyes in this black world, but there’s more to life than just colors and shapes.
The small cells in each leaf show signs of life, living in peace while we **** each other. Apes.
That’s what we are, creatures that only think of themselves, **** or be killed, selfish animals
But in a world where we are given so much hope and light, we choose the cannibals...

The air begins to feel a little thin in this world full of and grime,
Words are too much for people, emojis and expressions do the trick, turning into mimes.
People say that history repeats itself in many ways,
But in reality we fall through an endless cycle of forgetting what we’ve learned, days and days
Turn into months, turn into years, folding into decades, into centuries…
The forest learns after time, adapting to the problem at hand while we just make more enemies
If only we could learn from the forest, not the ocean.
We drown in the blood that drips from our friends and families that we choose to ****.

I still ignore these problems, back and forth in my mind but nothing comes out of these thoughts,
Overthinking, too much blinking, I feel like selfish ambition is taking my vision,
Maybe one day I’ll unravel all of these useless knots
My brain making a final decision,
But for now, I’ll admire the beauty in the forest and stare at the detailed bark.
Rafał Aug 2018
Like a leaf in the wind, I whirl around and fly
If I move my wings I might meet you in the skies
Right across the street, drowning in your eyes
Following your dreams or whatever might apply

Close my moonlit eyes, follow into space
Love is a disguise, and you cannot know my name
I live in the stars, right behind the frame
Look into my heart, my dreams wrapped in cellophane
Uncouth gait, do you believe in fate?
Silence in the air as the flower petals fade
Almost like the days, well I don’t follow the dates
And I’m, on the same page, till it becomes my main
Reading broken lines, looping all the words
And I’m breaking time, reversing the clocks
I don’t require a fire if I never had a spark
But, I could use your lighter if I go into the dark
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Tea
While the bread rises,
I grab my loose leaf green tea
Brew to my delight
I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HERBAL TEA!
Green tea, especially!
Lyn ***
^-^
hannashe Jun 2018
The wind bring me down
A lone on the land
In a mess, thouch by the rain
Tremble in the coldness
Creates loneliness
On the noisiness roof...
Uta Jun 2018
The leaves that are attached to a tree, slowly moving from the wind that is blowing softly.

Leaves whom we do not think before we take their lives just by taking them away from their home, a tree or a bush.

The texture on the front and behind, deep and lime foresty green, the vessels that are highlighted by the Sun.

All they give is a simple thing to keep us alive,

air to breath.

And what do we give them in return?

No ability to grow forever, no ability to just, live.

We cut them down.

That's "thanks." to them.

Not all people hate nature or dislike it in any way, or even don't cherish it and protect it, but there are some who don't
care about its beauty and its power.

Trees, flowers, bushes, grass, they all do the same.

We only keep them alive by watering them or the rain waters them, or we simply like every human being, breath in return for
them.

Only a few realize that nature is so important and the only way to keep it alive is to protect it, but are we really,

the ones who must protect it?

It is now, but it will not be forever.

Nature lives with us now, but it can also live without us.
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-quick message-
I will write poetry on how I see the world and in general some other things.
I DO NOT want to offend anyone on what I think and what I say.
Everyone is different, they all have their own perspectives on things, but of course, I do have my own as well.
K Balachandran May 2018
a leaf in whirlwind,
tracing its path is nonsense;
find bliss in own flight!
Antony Glaser May 2018
A new leaf is like an epiphany
Surge bright and strong.
For tomorrow is an awakening,
and tonight tempus fugit.
Kyle Johnson Mar 2018
A mountain sits way up high.
Flowing streams of stress flows through his shattered body.
So much wear and tear breaks him down.
Its always cold no matter how close to the sun.
Stuck in his worrys he can't move.
He pears over the clouds and spys a leaf.
Oh how wishes he can be a leaf.
Fly around to see this world. Have beautiful colors which burn so bright it will start a fire deep inside. Float with such ease in a carefree summer breeze. 
Dance anytime it pleases.
Taking chances of romance.
There's never any grief.
He loves the leaf.
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