Poem Tag : nature

High Tide

Published on Mon, 22^nd Jun 2026 at 21:56

by William Troup

It came upon the high tide, here, we've nowhere to hide; now afar, on the other side, rests an ocean so short of lies! Poseidon dreams upon the storm we've begat from stolen trees; what it leaves? we cannot believe! ... as frozen is the forgotten truth ...

Steps Fall Silent

Published on Sun, 7^th Jun 2026 at 18:51

by William Troup

Faces red as the roses fall; we catch the rainbow where the rivers do glow! Thorns peel the skin of hearts! Wrens sing as the leaves spoil; we catch the wind where the boughs do grow! Feathers yearn for weight in dreams! Souls collide as steps fall silent;
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As Summer Leaves

Published on Sun, 7^th Jun 2026 at 18:05

by William Troup

Reluctantly, as summer leaves, our autumns heart is all she perceives. Of what she dreamed, we cannot believe, as winters hand is all we receive. What of spring and how she deceives? what of the saplings that learn to grieve? Reluctantly, as summer leaves, our autumns soul is
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Raindrops on Strawberry Seeds

Published on Sat, 11^th Apr 2026 at 01:28

by William Troup

Raindrops on strawberry seeds; a mother catches all that she needs, as summers hand prevails with greed; what of winters heart believes? Flailing leaves in summers bind; a mother clutches all that she finds, as foliage creeps into every line; what of spring shall lead
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Jubilant Keepers

Published on Sat, 14^th Mar 2026 at 23:59

by William Troup

A brimming cloud determines each flowers growth; hearts in jubilant keepers lay merry nepetas. Opaque petals quietly rince summers temper under ventured winters; xeric yellows zoom!

Death Is Sick

Published on Tue, 27^th Jan 2026 at 00:19

by William Troup

Death is sick; a silhouette sprig of life begets a shield; what more of thee? Drunk on blood, their sins forgiven? ghosts shalt not see the trees. Empty thrones forget the truce; therein lies the innocence of youth. Death is sick; what hand is left to play?

Her Smile

Published on Wed, 29^th Oct 2025 at 00:15

by William Troup

Effulgent, her smile; soft and warm, where sunlight wraps its soul ... behold! Weary, yet dogged, the moon does ache; what of her day will grace this heart? Vast, yet sewn, these swathes of trees; deeper from me, her lies do bleed. Effulgent, her smile; sweet, but worn,
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The Tree and All Her Dreams

Published on Mon, 4^th Aug 2025 at 23:50

by William Troup

Decaying, it may be, the tree and all her dreams; saplings yearn for freedom, but death has learned to see. Competent, he may be, and unending as the tide, and hide, he may try, but further, she did see ...

What Word of the Daffodils?

Published on Wed, 2^nd Jul 2025 at 23:47

by William Troup

The violets are lost, with roses in dwam, and carnations weep where the lilies may meet. The tulips wonder where the daisies sleep; and what of the orchids? the violets still ask. The bluebells pine for the sunflowers heart, and poppies are
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On Desperate Waters

Published on Wed, 23^rd Apr 2025 at 22:55

by William Troup

On desperate waters, the ships do yearn to reach the goal the wanderers bore; as precarious sails flail in might, their dreams lay silent in their native shore. These hyacinths are yearning for new growth, where a new sun rests in soils unknown; the perfumed air
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Hello Water

Published on Fri, 31^st Jan 2025 at 22:22

by William Troup

Hello water, fellow water, passionate in all your streams; where you flow, one must know, yet still it evades me. I sit beside you, never as two, and watch the world go by; purest of parts, as forever my heart, continues to loiter here. Dear water, clear water, immaculate with all your
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