Showing posts with label grow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grow. Show all posts

Sunday, December 1, 2019

I WILL




I will grow.
I will reach the stars.
I don’t care about the graves
or the mausoleums.
I don’t care
The Dead
walk the night.
I will grow leaves.
I will stay here.
I will stay alive.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
 Nook

A NEW BEGINNING




A NEW BEGINNING
The rain hits the puddles
in a staccato rhythm.
mesmerizing sound.
Tree branches hang low,
weighed heavy with water.
Flowers lift shiny faces
for their morning washing.
The cold, crisp rain
refreshes and renews.
The clouds drip dry.
The sun returns
to brighten the day.
The air smells clean.
A new day dawns.
A new beginning.

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

MOTHER EARTH


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Red is the grass beneath me.
Dry is the air I must breathe.
Roots spiral from my battered core.
The earth will shelter and protect me.
I will flourish in this forsaken place.

Wednesday, September 5, 2018

RED


Red is the grass beneath me.
Dry is the air I must breathe.
Roots spiral from my battered core.
The earth will shelter and protect me.
I will flourish in this forsaken place.

Monday, February 12, 2018

MY DEAR SUNFLOWER


artizan3: “ paul caponigro ” MY DEAR SUNFLOWER Can you grow in the dark, Or do you need a light? I will see on a lark If you grow in the night. The light grows dim. Shadows take the day. I can see him, Standing up to pray. Your arms spread out...

paul caponigro

MY DEAR SUNFLOWER

Can you grow in the dark,
Or do you need a light?
I will see on a lark
If you grow in the night.

The light grows dim.
Shadows take the day.
I can see you,
Standing up to pray.

Your arms spread out wide.
Your face to the moon.
You never need to hide.
It will be the day soon.

Thursday, November 30, 2017

BLUE FANTASY


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BLUE FANTASY
A perfect blue.
For me and you.
Curving to the sky.
Aiming up so high.
A spot of bright sun.
So light and so fun.
Blue it will now grow.
Pretty as a bow.

Monday, May 1, 2017

A TOUCH OF PINK



A touch of pink in the night.
I do not need too much light.
I sprout in the spring for you and me.
A prettier sight you will not see.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

MOON SHADOW




MOON SHADOW
I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.
I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.
I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon 
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

I WILL GROW



I will grow.
I will reach the stars.
I don’t care about the graves
or the mausoleums.
I don’t care that
The Dead
walk the night.
I will grow leaves.
I will stay here.
I will stay alive.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook

Monday, April 25, 2016

A TOUCH OF PINK



A touch of pink in the night.
I do not need too much light.
I grow and bud in the dark.
Please take a walk in the park.
Can you feel me touch your hair?
If you cannot, please come near.
I sprout in the spring for you and me.
A prettier sight you cannot see.

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

THE BEGINNING




The beginning of an idea
takes root in your mind.
It grows up from the dirt,
reaching out to the unknown.
It grows in size and depth,
and sprouts forth with ideas.
Nurture its buds.
Savor in its fruits.
Delight in its flowers.
Let it grow to full height.

Friday, July 31, 2015

MOON SHADOW







I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.  
I will try with all my might  
To live in the bright sunlight.
I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
 
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.  
My petals are white as snow  
Because of this fact I know.
I will never be awake at day
 
No matter how hard I wish and pray.  
For I live in the shadow of the moon   
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.


Monday, January 26, 2015

A ROSE



Watch it bloom.
Watch it grow.
The pretty fragrance.
Sweet as perfume.
The beautiful color.
Pink like cotton candy.
Face to the sun.
As innocent as a child.
Soft petals.
Velvet to the touch.

When will it bloom?
How long do I have to wait?
Must I wait for the snow to fall?
Go away, snow.
I've had enough.
No more slush.
No more ice for me.

I'm ready for spring.
I'm ready for flowers.
I'm eager to see the first buds.
The first blooms of the season.
How about one little rose?
That would be enough.
Let it bloom.






Tuesday, December 9, 2014

IT'S ALIVE!

lifeisthefight:


The mind is alive.
It grows each day.
New cells are born.
New sprouts of ideas.
Old ones are buried.
Fresh blooms as replacements.
Roots extending and reaching.
For new hopes and dreams.
For new experiences.
Let in with the new
and out with the old.
The mind is alive.
Let it grow and be nurtured.

Sunday, November 30, 2014

PERSISTENCE



Nature persists.
It soldiers on.
It rears its head
in the most unlikely places.
No matter the obstacles
we put around it
or on it.
It thrives.
It flourishes.
Despite us.

Saturday, November 29, 2014

I WILL



I will grow.
I will reach the stars.
I don’t care about the graves
or the mausoleums.
I don’t care that
The Dead
walk the night.
I will grow leaves.
I will stay here.
I will stay alive.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
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Nook
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

Monday, September 29, 2014

A RADIANCE FROM WITHIN


Nature has its own beauty.
Its radiance comes from within.
Blossoming from a mere seed.
To give color and light to the world.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

LIVE IN COLOR


Don’t let weeds grow
on your keyboard.
Use the keys to write down
your thoughts and dreams.
Without dreams, life becomes
black and white.
Let color into your life.
Don’t let weeds grow
on your keyboard.
Use the keys to write down
your thoughts and dreams.
Without dreams, life becomes
black and white.
Let color into your life.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

SOMEONE WAITING FOR YOU


Do you have someone waiting for you to come home?
Is she waiting at the window, day after day,
year after year?
Has she grown older?
Is she sad?
Or is she a ghost like you,
waiting for you to find her?
Do you have someone waiting for you to come home?
Is she waiting at the window, day after day,
year after year?
Has she grown older?
Is she sad?
Or is she a ghost like you,
waiting for you to find her?