Bigotry, you reduce commitment to small-mindedness.
Symmetry, not akin to primitivity,
Your sublime and gentle forms
Make me think of the Vitruvian Man and Christmas.
Poetry, o, you are well aware of what it is,
Suffocating me, obligating me—
I will follow you.
I will fall for you.
Will you swallow me?
Rivalry, please do not develop into enmity,
Be that fire that entices us with its warm
And welcoming incentive.
Apple trees, planted by my dad and me,
Do they still yield fruits?
This is where my roots
Once absorbed fresh dew
On the grass at dawn,
Childhood fairy-tales.
Now I set my sails.
Brevity, I am brave, you know,
I will watch me grow.
Gravity,
tell me, what are you?
About the Creator
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After the storm of winter snow there sat a small bear by the name Ted, of course. He loves the snow and likes to roll around in it making all sorts of trails and whatever he has a mind to do. He wondered where all the people are, but in a way, he is hoping that they are all snug in the homes maybe drinking hot chocolate-one of his favorite drinks with mini-marshmallows and eating something homemade for he likes this winter wonderland all to himself to romp and play and maybe even catch some fish down by the river.
By Mark Graham7 days ago in Fiction
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I enjoyed the poem-- especially how you wove your past , apple trees and gravity... very clever
Take a theme and meander with it. I liked it. Thoughtful, nostalgic, philosophical.
Mic drop!
Tantalising ideas. Thoughtful and original writing Andrei ! 😄
Oooo, I loved the depth of this! I got lost deep within your profound thoughts. Loved your poem so much!
I see you have a lot of thoughts that you want to express here - and I like it!
I am not. But you, my friend, certainly are & well-equipped with both wondrous & fantastical ideas grounded with a heart for what is.
Great job, I love it! 😍
I get a sense of you and what you're trying to express without it being spelled out, without having my hand held. I like it 😁 I feel like we are leaping from one cloud thought to the next, but all in the same sky.
Ooh, how to describe what that is? Maybe I shouldn't, that might be overthinking it. ;) When it actually does describble what poetry is. Discribble was a typo at first, now I think I'll go with it. Poetry is describbling, pure and simple. There's a gravity to your levity, keep it up, it's addicting.