Breathe Love Like AirBreath love like air, and liveBreathe Love Like Air by NathanielFlyingOwl
Return from the darkness
Embrace all life as kin
And let peace touch your heart
The saccharine kiss of
Hope can make bitterness
Evolve on cynics' tongues
Leaving an aftertaste
Vanquished are the moments
Engulfed in innocence
Life does not let you live
In perfect happiness
Kisses of destiny
Either raze or nourish
A man's deepest beliefs
In pure honesty, I-
Repeat, breath love like air
Decima ItalianaClouds appearing as streaks of pinkDecima Italiana by NathanielFlyingOwl
Across the cerulean skies
Compel me to employ the ink
Of my pen to poeticize
As the silent beauty of dusk
Fades into the shadow of night
I sense the darkness in my bones
And despite the touch of moonlight
I have never felt more alone
My soul nothing more than a husk
A Decima For The ChurchOn a summer evening, I strideA Decima For The Church by NathanielFlyingOwl
Beneath a sky of white and blue
Pondering what is false and true.
With all the world's swagger and pride
I find it difficult to hide
My disdain for the shallow masks
And materialistic tasks
Of many churches and preachers
Who have failed as homes and teachers.
Do they in God's love truly bask?
Little TigerLittle Tiger by BlackUniGryphon
Poem: "Little Tiger"
Upon the hill you'll find a nest.
Strands of shiny, ebony silk.
Here and there.
And, a pillow of warmth.
In the nest of silk,
The silk of nightly colors,
There sleeps a little tiger.
See as it reclines without care.
Yet, with a sound,
Startling the Tiger from it's slumber.
Rousing the tiger,
He will poke out his head from hooded seclusion.
The Tiger's head is ever searching.
Sensitive in it's search.
A sound can rouse it.
A thought can provoke it.
Upon his brow,
You will find the markings of his power.
Beholding a tiger,
You will tremble in it's beautiful prowess.
At any moment,
The tiger can spring and fly.
The tiger holds no malice.
As he's poised in readiness,
He will salivate in anticipation.
Anticipation brings forth yearning.
Yearning brings forth a chase to satisfaction.
....of the unknown.
....to know it.
If I had the chance,
I would go to be with that little tiger.
If that chance would come.
I would take it.
Yet, Tigers are funny that way.
A nature poet passionate about zoology and indigenous American studies and eager to make friends. My biggest influence is Robert Frost, but I also love Langston Hughes, Sherman Alexie, Simon Ortiz, Joy Harjo, and William Wordsworth|
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