Silent Screams and Crying Elements

The stunning tree stands large and well built
as the pyramids of the great pharaohs.
The leaves colored green, confirm life within this tree
while rays of sunlight break through the branches
to dance among the roots.

She sways with the wind
like she’s dancing to the tune
of fresh air and gentle rain.
Her branches bend but do not break,
as they wave when you come and go.

She offers shade and wisdom
if you so politely ask.
She bears fruit to eat,
assuring you never go hungry.
She in no way asks for much in return,

Only for you to appreciate her,
her beauty;
to treat her with respect
as you would your own mother.
Understand she too is living.

So when you continually slash at her trunk with an ax
sharper than her silent screams,
and you drag her across the beaten down grass
know all elements will cry,
although you cannot see.

A Flooded Heart

She lays in bed each morning and night,

wishing she had someone by her side.

She is deeply lonely, although no one knows.

She wishes to cry to release the pain she feels inside,

but the tears just will not form.

She has cried too much before to be able to shed a tear now

And her heart breaks even more.

How many pieces can shatter?

How much hurt can one heart endure?

She sits and wonders,

attempting to sprout hope from nothing but

empty words, pen and paper.

Unsuccessful.

She cries inside

And drowns her heart.

Love (work in progress)

Some believe hate

Outweighs the love

But it is the stronger

Who know how to give love

This world may be filled

With hate and crime

Or could it be

Only what the media tells us?

Stories of love never

Seem to be broadcasted

But I look around and see

Love on every corner, every street

The love between a child and mother

Sister and brother

Human and animal

Earth and all life

If you look closely

You might just see

The world is filled

With love

If only more people would recognize

The power love holds

We could all join together

And defeat this disease named Hate

Universal Respect (work in progress)

We take and we take

But we never want to give

This Earth is our property

Not something to let live

We cut down the trees
And we slaughter many creatures
Drill holes in the ground
Because we really need it

Not all of us feel this way though
Some of us still have respect
We know this Earth is alive
These creatures are our blood

And if us few band together
Maybe we can make a change in this society
So our children will be safe
And know how to live a life of universal respect

Friend or Foe

   

She runs her fingers through her hair
    Staring at the window
    Thinking of this blank page
    Wondering if it is a friend or foe
 
    Thinking of the words to say
    The feelings to express
    Not sure if she can handle the truth
    It comes with so much stress
 
    But when the paper is filled
    Scribbles of ink all across it
    A certain weight it lifted
    Because she somehow managed to face it
 
    The words she could not think of
    And the feelings she could not speak
    Flowed out of her like water
    Leaving her to no longer feel weak
 
    So, she has her answer now
    This blank page no longer scary
    And next time she's in a tough spot
    She'll know how to make it less hairy

Second Round of Haiku Please

Finger pressed to thumb

Chanting the sound Om

Enlightenment Comes

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Birds singing their song

Another morning has come

I say hello sun

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The leaf colored green

Showing life within the tree

Please don't cut me down

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Trying my hand at Haiku Poetry

Earth so barely lit

When under pale moonlight

Simply beautiful

Wind touches her face

As the leaves slowly pass by

Calmness fills her heart

Sky so blue

While beaches lay flat

Tears streak down

Sweet wet rain

Dropping on my skin

Smile on my face

Father

    As a child I never knew
    Why you did the things you do
    Growing older I'm starting to see
    The kind of father you were trying to be
  
    Letting me stumble
    But stopping my fall
    You'd be by my side
    With just one call
  
    You sat back
    And let me take my time
    When I couldn't figure things out
    Not even a rhyme
  
    But you were right there
    When things became clear
    And told me not to worry
    "I understand, dear"
  
    So, I want to let you know today
    Before I run out of time to say
    I'm so thankful to have you as my father
    I would never want to have any other

Mother

Mother, the best thing you could have done for me

was everything you did.

At the time it didn't seem right

but your actions made me a big kid,

Or better yet, adult.

A friend once told me,

these events are gifts

that help us grow and understand

the crevasses and the rifts

that make up one's soul.

So, While I've been so mad

for oh so long,

and while the pain is still so deep,

I thank you, mom

For all that you did wrong.