grass
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We are children in a field of dreams.
Waiting.
Watching.
The floating dreams above us wait.
We watch.
The floating dreams are always just out of reach,
concrete jungle heatsuffocating cityscape~ bare feet loving grass......Mark Toney © 2021.5/13/2021 - Poetry form: Haiku (for you)
Frost encumbered
yet sitting in the sun
the green grass glows.
Beautiful to the world
but look inside,
its heart froze.
Grass is here, grass is there. Grass is everywhere. Grass is tall, Grass is short, grass can grow by the seaport. Please pick my poem for the scholarship, thank you.
Outside,
The sky is overcast and gray.
Beautiful.
It looks as if it is about to rain,
Gorgeous fat drops falling,
A rhythm that beats the same pattern as my heart.
There was a time I thought nature had forgotten me. That I had been gone too long to hear her breathing. I decided then that I wasn’t going to let her walk out of my life like so many others, so I left.
People call me Grass
I am persistent
I never give up
And hated by many people
People call me Grass
They cut me down many times
But I grow again
For I am Grass
I yank the cord and the growling begins
A puff of smoke and the metal starts to spin
The green soldiers start to charge it
And are cut, chewed, and spit out of it
I yank the cord and the growling begins
A puff of smoke and the metal starts to spin
The green soldiers start to charge it
And are cut, chewed, and spit out of it
grass
shoeless tiptoes on summer days
on top of sharpened blades
water running down
plummeting down to the alive ground
Life blooms all around you
Under your bare feet
Above your head
Birds churp
Insects hum
The wind whistles
Such beautiful music
You walk along
Guided by dandelions
Acknowledge and embrace
the smell, the feel, and the taste.
Understand:
the power of the flower.
The flavor is sour-
diesel.
On a cloud
I want the shoreline,
the foamy white waves
colliding
into rock
like soldiers sparring in battle;
the horizon brushed
with soft strokes
of lavender, rose pink and azure;
the low-toned
whispering
whispering throught the trees
telling secrets
telling lies
and
tall tales too
through the tall grass
and where the urban street meets the meadow
where the wild becomes tame
My bare feet felt frigid,
as they squished the wet ground.
The dark emerald grass was damp
and powerless against me.
The blades of grass bent and plummeted
And the whippoorwill twilled,
While over rocks water spilled,
Green grass in the fields blew,
And sweet lipped Mocking Birds o'er head flew.
You have to love me for who I become
what I create, what I say, what I see,
what I give, not what I take.
You cannot love me for what I need
what I want, what I’ve been given.
BLOTCHES FROM A COLORFUL CANVAS
With blue the world is draped, and with its hue my soul delights,
From whitewashed shores on dripping edges of roaring sounds,
If there came a day
Where life outran me
I would return to my
Parents home
Beaten by the world
Weathered by time
And caked in mud
I would hang my head
We constantly hide our faces, like the luminous sun shieldsbehind the colossal dusky clouds.
The pain you feel when I run my blades along your body will always heal. I am the one who constantly puts you in place, I bring you down to your knees before my feet.
Bare Handed Catch
Water Splashing in my face,
Bouncing on the waves,
Going light speed behind a motor boat
Soaring like the eagle
Swish, Swish, splash, going side to side
A cold winter night
Oh such a beautiful sight
The gentle breeze
Yet you never freeze
Coldness against the cheek
Wet grass beneath the feet
Chills down the spine
In a straight line
Fingers reaching light
Bare trees left till Spring
Wake up from slumber
Leave us gray morning
Arise to warmth and shadows
Welcome again Spring
The sun it shines, regardless,
The grass it grows, oblivious,
The water it sits, fathomless.
The moon it reflects, lovingly,
The tree it stands, determinedly,
The sand it moves, impulsively.
