Poetry by Luli Gomez Teruel
Abajo todo es oscuro.
No puedo ver lo que está delante mío.
En mi viaje hacia arriba siento el aire que comienza a acariciar mi piel, de a poco veo la luz. Llego al final…todo es calma, silencio, luz, brisa, paz
I know you.
I feel for you.
I worry about you.
I am open to you.
Poetry by Emma Gostonczik
Buds of growth from nothingness
A bit of earth bears life
When humanity has fallen
The tree of life hears our cry
It whispers its song
A tuneful melody lifts us high
It’s calling, I hear it
Time to sing along
I shudder in desperation
I yearn to live and grow
Sweeping away yesterday’s end
This is my gift to you
Come, gather in my arms
For my limbs long for your touch
I am the giver, beholder of life
And you are my saplings
the end
what is it
a final chapter or a prologuei take in my last breaths deeply
vivid sensations of color and light
indulgence in what before seemed mundane
it was then i knew my last breath
may once again give lifethe end
what is it
a final chapter or a prologuei take in my last breaths deeply
vivid sensations of color and light
indulgence in what before seemed mundane
it was then i knew my last breath
may once again give life
Poetry by Braxten Jones
It stands
I stumbled on this journey
But before I fell, it’s like it heard me
It called me like a loved one
And in its sight pulled me closer
It stands such a sight
That I began to examine day and night my entire life
The roots not just bounded but plated in togetherness
Thread and thread
Up and out they go
Spreading above
Creating a sort of home
And in this home
Lies the fixtures
That smell so sweet
But are limes that I knew of bitterness
This tumbled me once more so
I examined again to the highest parts
And I found you among the branches and the bark
Little one, little one
I’ve been waiting for you to find me
Waiting for you to see where you come from
You are in awe and perplexed at yourself
And you chose to examine
Ignoring how you felt
It’s okay, it’s okay
Take the time that you need
I will place all the time you need
I will place all the time in the world
Down to the roots at your feet
Once you are done trying to make this thing called sense
You decide just to look
You put down your defense
Hello
Hello
Come up near the limes
Sit and relax and tell me what you find
Yes you found me, tell me more
What it is you want to receive
You don’t t know you don’t know
You lost your way on the road
Hiding in my house you ask
Why these limes smell so sweet
Because you know of their bitterness
The taste between your text
Well I say, why do they taste bitter to you
You say that’s just how it is, how they are
But nothing really is how they are
You may taste the bitterness
Because you have faith in that mindset
But if you relied in the truth of your senses
The sweetness you’d find in them
Where did the seed come from?
You say it came from the tree?
But where did that tree come from, from another seed
But where
I’ll stop I think you feel it,
feel my need
Because I’m searching for this thing
Oh something
Where did I come from?
You say I came from my parents?
But where did they come from?
Okay I’m done
It’s a cliche buy you get it
But we all still wonder from where do we find purpose in our existence
Even though we know that we can go on this journey forever searching for the root of us
The root of us
If you think
Comes from a seed
And we are all raised to become different types of trees
So stop trying to cycle yourself back
Searching for the truth in a line in your past
But witness it in your impact
In the seeds that you plant and not the things that you lack
Poetry by Samantha Mayer
The roots intertwined
protruding down depths I cannot see
The morning sun awakens you
Droplets of rain cascade off
the fragile leaves of spring
adding fuel to the dirt
that gives you life
A new dawn has arrived
New day, new sun
New life
Within me lies rings
Rings of the past generations
You can't see them
However,
they remain the foundations
of my very being
There are more rings to come
Your rings.
What needs to be
Done
Heard
Said
Felt
For you to be proud of those rings
that will by my
your
our
foundation for generations to come?
You never know what life is like
for the stranger
friends
mother
sister
person
that sits
in front
behind
to the side
of you
But it's always safe to assume
they could use an extra smile to brighten their day
Even if I am not a part of this persons tomorrow
I will give them something to smile about
today
Because that smile may mean nothing to me
but could be everything to someone else
Poetry by Virginia Murturi
Life keeper.
Dream catcher.
There’s no end to you.
Life giver.
Provider.
Life starts in you.
Peace maker.
Life saver.
I want to be with you.
Love is what I have to offer.
So many want it.
Too many reject it.
This love is like no other.
My days are not over.
My pain has an end.
Though it may seem like I’m not getting
stronger, My discipline is my friend.
Poetry by Emily Parr
child of dust and veins
a fallen touch of life, escaped from ash
pours through the burial earth
silently through the whispers of churning ground
seeking the ember
to be pulled from a rolling slumber
All are welcome come in come see
A sanctuary to all, the mother tree
Thrumming with energy and life
A beginning, an end
reaching vastly and connected to all
never asking or taking, only giving
it beckons my spirit toward truth and light my body is young, but my soul is ancient above, I can see. I am life, I am light
(Howl)
My dear κούκλα don’t fear
For I stand with you, for you, by you, as you.
I offer love, light, and laughter
If only you will see
Be curious
Create
I am your sanctuary and your salvation.
I will protect, I will give you life
Even as you poison me
Until my dying breath.
Poetry by Kolton Stremler
Countless limbs reaching for the stars,
Countless limbs gripping, clinging to Mother Earth,
Leaves: Green, Brown, Red, Bare, it puts on robe after robe, celebrating its one small piece of the universe.
Tomorrow
Tomorrow, the earth will crack.
Today, I till the soil.
Tomorrow, the rain will be acid.
Today, I plant my tree.
Tomorrow, all may end.
Today, all will thrive.
The earth may fail the tree.
The spirit will not fail in its mission.
Poetry by Steven Vlahakis
A tree in the middle of nowhere but at the same time in the center of everywhere.
A tree which digs as deep into the earth as much as it rises past the clouds.
A tree split between land and sea, a home for all that can see.
A tree older than civilization itself, in perfect symbiosis with the surrounding wilderness.
A tree which roots create the forest around it.
A tree indistinguishable from mother nature herself.
Day in, Day out, they always come for answers.
No matter the year, no matter the century, no matter the millennia, they will always come
searching for the same thing, Purpose.
But regardless of how many times they may ask, the answer will always be the same.
Silence.
Whatever hardship I may face in the future, and whatever hardship I have already faced, will never stop me from continuing to achieve my goals. And no matter how many times I get knocked back, I will always continue to persevere. Just like how life will always find a way to keep on living. Life will always persevere, and so will I.
Poetry by Kyle Watkins
a long time ago,
My poppy said to me
the desert is an old, old place
Far older than me,
the desert is sand and wind and dust
full of rats and snakes and sun
but dust comes from something
From roots he said, roots from long ago
roots from plants and tree
in some place full of life
with animals way bigger than me
Towering high above
He points to mesas and plateaus
he says, those, there, see?
are all that’s left of tree gargantua
Far older than you and me
Immutable
Immortal
Unshakeable
Unending
Beginning
of the endA scale beyond all
Beneath, feet approach, undaunted
Human, in their scopeUnyielding
Unforgiving
Unadapting
Obstinate
Tired
Weary
Proud “Proud?” Proud.
Stubborn
Foolish
Wasteful
Meaningless
Courage
Human or a tree?