Haiku

[Apreggiator]

Marsh

Silent bleak peat bog
Old wood borough rots away
Makes cold bones feel wet

 

[Quadman2]

Because those feelings
Oh oh those lonely feelings
Led me back to you

Awe...soft side to you I didn't know of, Mys.


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[Quadman2]

Marsh

Silent bleak peat bog
Old wood borough rots away
Makes cold bones feel wet

So liked the imagery found with in, esp with "touch!

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[Quadman2]

AMBITION

Relentless clawing
to over come others who
walk also your path.

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[Mystic]

Awe...soft side to you I didn't know of, Mys.


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heh ... heh ... heh ... heh ... heh ...
heh ... heh ... heh ... heh ... heh ... heh ... heh ...
heh ... heh ... heh ... heh ... heh ...

 

[bobsvinyl]

Powerful Force

Nature's tendrils creep.
Peeling up paint, cracking wood.
No way to stop it.

 

[Quadman2]

Powerful Force

Nature's tendrils creep.
Peeling up paint, cracking wood.
No way to stop it.

Between aggressive plants and torrid sun...both wield nature's weapons!

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[bobsvinyl]

Almost Streusel Time

Berries peeking out,
Lost in the lush foliage.
Soon to be eaten.

 

[bobsvinyl]

Relic

Toy is uncovered,
Buried for years underground.
Left by a child
Who found other interests.
Now rediscovered.

 

[Quadman2]

Almost Streusel Time

Berries peeking out,
Lost in the lush foliage.
Soon to be eaten.

Great! Another "word" to look up...but I did. And it was well used, bv !

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[Quadman2]

Relic

Toy is uncovered,
Buried for years underground.
Left by a child
Who found other interests.
Now rediscovered.

"Memories" can be tender, as you so well expressed!

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[Quadman2]

BOREDOM

Listless gnawing wait
with seconds now like minutes
and minutes, hours!

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[Quadman2]

OLD OAK TREE

You stately stand there
with thick trunk of many rings
outliving humans.

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[Quadman2]

WATER

Nature's life blood flows
through all life forms creating
ongoing existence.

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[Quadman2]

CLOUDS

White cotton batten
all chasing each other through
bright coloured skies
with some turning darker as
they change into storm fluff.

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[bobsvinyl]

Drive

Broken wings can't fly.
Broken legs can't travel on.
Broken minds can't think.
Try in your way to heal them.
Fight to make them whole again.

 

[bobsvinyl]

Nature's Cry

Deep in the still woods
a cricket sings it's own song
from the dawn of time.

 

[Quadman2]

Drive

Broken wings can't fly.
Broken legs can't travel on.
Broken minds can't think.
Try in your way to heal them.
Fight to make them whole again.

 

[Quadman2]

Nice!
Violent..but well expressed.

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[Quadman2]

Crickets have no sense of time. They live in the present

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