Can you write a poem about...

[ewopper]

A woman standing on a grassy knoll looking out over a plush green meadow telling what you think her thoughts are

 

[annaswirls]

we wind up here

after walking the smooth mud path
through the woods
barefeet and afraid of neither poison leaf
nor thorn

it is foolish

like these thoughts
of how this could be our home
dreams that we could somehow be different

you tie purple flowers by their stems
and you must know they will wind up
in one of my poems

like the giant chess pieces in the lobby
and how we kissed under the doorway
and down on the banks of the Mississippi
as if we were somehow invisible
as if none of this mattered

 

[ewopper]

we wind up here

after walking the smooth mud path
through the woods
barefeet and afraid of neither poison leaf
nor thorn

it is foolish

like these thoughts
of how this could be our home
dreams that we could somehow be different

you tie purple flowers by their stems
and you must know they will wind up
in one of my poems

like the giant chess pieces in the lobby
and how we kissed under the doorway
and down on the banks of the Mississippi
as if we were somehow invisible
as if none of this mattered

beautiful

 

[wildsweetone]

A woman standing on a grassy knoll looking out over a plush green meadow telling what you think her thoughts are

A Rose on the Knoll (edited)

Summer kissed her cheeks pink
and thoughts of yesterday
flushed her neck in the shade
of roses that greeted this morning
on her pillow. Her hand
touched her neck
and momentarily she remembered
his, the meadow a blurred burr,
forgotten. Crumbled
to her knees her hand glided
over heated skin as had his
during the night. The grass
whispered secrets
and the sun skimmed
across the sweated husk
that lay for a morning
on the knoll.





off the cuff. needs work. thanks for the original image ewopper!

 

[Liar]

Will it end here? Is the need sated?
Maybe it was wanderlust pulling me
in the direction of anywhere but here,
maybe the magnet of my heart searching
the iron core of home. Which evades me,
just like why, but this I know; wether I
walk on or stay, you should not worry
on whereabouts. I will be home one day,
one day in balance with the matter
tipping me over, causing feet to move.
Will it end here? Have I found a meridian
to rest upon, a patch of world to call mine?

 

[Angeline]

A patch of blue the sky is
restless I am
centered in what cannot hold,
distracted from the cries
of world I am adorned
with what I heard once
you were more when I was
less

Leslie Ann

than sun and grass
refracts to bend me
like a rootless stem
of memory my nature glass
half full the sky hue
of your eye reminds
me the sky reminds me

 

[Reltne]

Green Girl Gone

She stood there
with green girl thoughts
in the height of the sun
Gaia to all she observed

Plump geese from the pond
waddled closer
nibbling grass from the meadow
freely around her feet

But summer's heat
like the fattened geese
flew south
when she fled our house.

Now the grass is brown
like my bleak thoughts
on the cold autumn knoll
of my empty years

 

[anniebug's man]

A woman standing on a grassy knoll looking out over a plush green meadow telling what you think her thoughts are

remembrance

Mind wanders as she had wandered
a pilgrimage to seek
what sunk beneath the memory of time
the all forgotten
never mentioned idol
of our glory?
tattered, as if rags
pretended to be vibrant
and must hide the shame

she pauses here
and in the vibrant meadows life
she plucks redemption
and forgiveness
for his fate and death

(c) MCD 2006

 

[annaswirls]

god I love being a poet among poets, these are all beautiful

 

[ewopper]

A Rose on the Knoll (edited)

Summer kissed her cheeks pink
and thoughts of yesterday
flushed her neck in the shade
of roses that greeted this morning
on her pillow. Her hand
touched her neck
and momentarily she remembered
his, the meadow a blurred burr,
forgotten. Crumbled
to her knees her hand glided
over heated skin as had his
during the night. The grass
whispered secrets
and the sun skimmed
across the sweated husk
that lay for a morning
on the knoll.





off the cuff. needs work. thanks for the original image ewopper!

Beautiful

 

[ewopper]

Green Girl Gone

She stood there
with green girl thoughts
in the height of the sun
Gaia to all she observed

Plump geese from the pond
waddled closer
nibbling grass from the meadow
freely around her feet

But summer's heat
like the fattened geese
flew south
when she fled our house.

Now the grass is brown
like my bleak thoughts
on the cold autumn knoll
of my empty years

Awesome

 

[ewopper]

remembrance

Mind wanders as she had wandered
a pilgrimage to seek
what sunk beneath the memory of time
the all forgotten
never mentioned idol
of our glory?
tattered, as if rags
pretended to be vibrant
and must hide the shame

she pauses here
and in the vibrant meadows life
she plucks redemption
and forgiveness
for his fate and death

(c) MCD 2006

Wondrous words

 

[ewopper]

A patch of blue the sky is
restless I am
centered in what cannot hold,
distracted from the cries
of world I am adorned
with what I heard once
you were more when I was
less

Leslie Ann

than sun and grass
refracts to bend me
like a rootless stem
of memory my nature glass
half full the sky hue
of your eye reminds
me the sky reminds me

Wow

 

[ewopper]

Will it end here? Is the need sated?
Maybe it was wanderlust pulling me
in the direction of anywhere but here,
maybe the magnet of my heart searching
the iron core of home. Which evades me,
just like why, but this I know; wether I
walk on or stay, you should not worry
on whereabouts. I will be home one day,
one day in balance with the matter
tipping me over, causing feet to move.
Will it end here? Have I found a meridian
to rest upon, a patch of world to call mine?

great mind imagery

 

[ewopper]

There's nothing like poets letting their muse expound words of imagery through their creativity thanks to all who've written so far and to all who will post in the future... feel free to post as often as your muse inspires

 

[Liar]

There's nothing like poets letting their muse expound words of imagery through their creativity thanks to all who've written so far and to all who will post in the future... feel free to post as often as your muse inspires

Feel free to start up another challenge like this some time. It gives my muse a heatlhy prodding.

 

[Angeline]

Feel free to start up another challenge like this some time. It gives my muse a heatlhy prodding.

Ditto Liar's sentiment Mr. Ewopper. You gave the forum a real winner with this idea. Please provide more inspiration as the spirit moves you.

 

[bogusbrig]

She scanned the lush expanse
As though it was her youth
It was here all those years ago
She was open and unashamed
Gathering him into her
Excited by his weight bearing down
Now it is to be buried under asphalt
The new bypass laden with trucks
Thundering over her memories

 

[ewopper]

With Dreams of Saints

My mind picked up it's invisible brush
and across the emotional canvas of my desire
made vivid strokes of a sensual touch
vivid strokes of erotic fire

baring my most erotic visions
giving birth to them in my mind
causing me to make split decisions
of the fiery sexual kind

sending 976 digits to my manhood
with images of you gone wild
causing it to stand out like some stick of wood
causing in me an erotic smile

my emotions give in to the sensual strokes
that my mind's brush deftly paints
painting a masterpice of sexual hope
never acquainted with dreams of saints