what it means to be human
poem from the point of view of a tree
i watch calmly as the seasons change as do i
i see the children playing outside loud happy and bright
i see the late night and early morning walks
i see you sipping your morning coffee
i see you playing in the night
i see your best conversations
i see your worst heartbreaks
i see Christmas mornings and new years parties
i see the messy roller coaster of all it means to be human
seasons come
winter comes with cold frosty mornings
winter comes with holidays
winter comes with deep rest
spring comes with flowers and bees
spring comes with time spent outside
spring comes with new beginnings
summer comes with sunny days
summer comes with picnics
summer comes with joy
autumn comes with falling leaves
autumn comes with deep browns
autumn comes with beautiful endings
a poem about me
as i said in the title
i am a Lilly pad in a deep green forrest
i am a CD you love but have yet to use
i am confused as always but then again who isn't
i am a constantly changing cloud
i am an artist a poet and a lover
or at least i hope to be one day
artist poets and lovers
the night comes most often we let our heads hit the pillow
but on some nights those special nights we stay awake till the early hours of the morning
we fulfill our wishes in ways we couldn't during the hours of the day
we make beautiful creations
we craft pain into wisdom
we share time with those who matter most
after all late nights of for artist poets and lovers
YOU ARE READING
The colors of spring and winter
PoesíaA poetry book covering topics like mental health, daily life, spirituality, lgbtq identities and the typical experiences of a teenager. The last sections or "dictionary poetry" are a collection in which the poems are inspired by words from the dicti...
