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unlike other poets
the cool wind and trees distract me
I'm the kind of poet
who hears songbirds and feel misery

I write not in the woods and trees
nor do I write in the silence of nature
unlike poets who're poets unlike me
I prefer silence- in a room with a computer
in other woirds- i like stress
it keeps on my toes
and away from hoes-
on the spot
and away from thots
Ray Dunn Apr 2019
Join me in the woods.
We will walk halfway to death,
then turn and drift back.
I’m watching Kevin Hart idk how to spell it anyway I’m the perfect mix of clinically depressed and caffeine rn so it’s the sweet spot of writing poetry
Perdue Poems Apr 2019
I was walking through the wood
On a pleasant sunny day
when I came across a hollow
Dug deep and in my way
I peered deep into its depths
As far as I could see
Yet the chasm was as dark as coal
And stretched to eternity

I decidedly moved closer
To this unplumbed murky hole
But felt my sole slip on the Earth
Into the depths untold
I felt myself grow panicked
As the light began to fade
I began to brace for impact
I held my breath and prayed

And yet to my surprise
I never seemed to hit the floor
But kept falling on and on
Now and evermore
I’ve grown to love the dark
My eyes have grown adjusted
My heart is filled with hate
For the world that I once trusted

Yet on pleasant sunny days
I can still make out the sun
Shining deep into my cave
Where light there should be none
And I feel my eyes start to tear
Why, I’ll never know
But perhaps I miss the woods above
While I remain Below
Silverflame Apr 2019
A lonely snowdrop initiates the dance
out in the woods on the bare ground
they emerge, one by one
as shooting stars on a highway
they embroider a blanket of white serenity
to embrace spring and greet her once again
ColtonC Mar 2019
Look
over your shoulder, again.
Hear
whispers slice through the darkness
Frantic footfall
A muffled scream
It's
Behind you.

Waning willows
lean into the wind
ominous warnings
echo, around...
the back of your head
A pair of
Eyes
fixed there, too
Behind you.

A howling tempest
buffets your body
raincoat billowing
behind you
as you run.
Hear

nothing.
Silence swept
across the ashes
You stand
at a crossroad
Limitless lines
to follow...

But you
retain your route
through the darkness
through the cold

Torrents of trees
tower over you
Ingrained into the bark
a skull
Rustling leaves
whispering willows
Each,
        step,
               you,
                     turn to look.
And tremble.
It's behind you

Sprinting through sickle
You stumble and fall
into a clearing
Pathways all around
like arteries

But you
don't see them
can't, or won't
Keep
       limping
                   forward

A dark silhouette
Blocks the path
Look
over your shoulder
for another way
Too late
Shrouded in night,
the shadows crawl
towards you
Hear...

footsteps
Behind you.
Written 03/02/2019
Quite an ominous one, although that might just be me haha. Don't follow me if you're looking for light-hearted, inspirational poems about love (which seems to be all you see on Instagram) because they make me cringe. Anyway I basically wrote this after waking though the woods by my house this evening, to give some context. It's a bit of an experiment, so I'm open to critique, as always. More creepy poems on the way, goodnight lol
Wilkes Arnold Mar 2019
Falling snow settles atop a tree,
Gathered gently on each branch.
Still other snowflakes dance gleefully,
Tranquility at a glance.
Poetry is a respite
Elm Feb 2019
The tree watches...
As the fire creeping consumes
Friends and rivals all

The tree watches...
As all it knows becomes ash
Waving farewell in the wind
A leaf ushers the smoke
To it's new home in the sky
Mark Levitt Feb 2019
The gentle space,
Fertile air,
Dappled light,
Some here,
Some there

Textured trunks,
Shiny leaves,
Hiding moths,
That soon
May be

Quiet sounds,
All around,
Pierced by calls,
Snapped twigs
And more

The scents, the smells,
The sweet bluebells,
That time is bliss,
You must not miss,
A wander in a wood
s Willow Feb 2019
Deep in the woods
there is a land of falsehoods.
The weight of regret vacillate.
A land to create.

I feel odium in this land.
Lost souls that planed,
planed to cross over.
Wanting to takeover.
CM Lee Feb 2019
Right now, I’m just a someone
Nothing great, just a someone
I am a someone, maybe less
Not whole, just broken, full of regrets

Wish I know what I want to do
I’m just a someone lost in the woods
No one else left to help me stand up
I’m only with the wolves, waiting to eat me up

Running for my life on bare feet
Splinters and cuts are etched too deep
I don’t mind them no, I just want to get out
22 years and I still haven’t been found

Tell me how to save someone’s life
Ran too fast and jumped from the heights
Now I’m in the water, drowning
Let me stay here, let this be the ending

Don’t want to go back, no one misses me
The say they love me, but why didn’t they try to find me?
I’m deciding to die here, just leave me be
I’ll be happier on the other side, don’t you see?

Just sleep on your cushion, nice and safe
Four walls around you, no storm can break
This is just life, you’re meant to be happy
Someone’s sad, that’s her destiny
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