We transcend through space and time,
and we are reborn once again.
Time pass and we grow.
With each passing day,
our heart longs for love,
our soul yearns for passion,
our spirit craves knowledge.
As we journey, we grow,
grow like that of a tree.
With each year older we become,
we reach out the same as a tree branches.
Different times in life represented by each branch,
some longer, some stronger
some fuller, some hollower.
Forever growing, always blooming
Constantly striving every moment
for higher, for better.
Continually searching for our place in this world,
But our roots already bound and our
direction is unknown, yet destiny is set.
Like each leaf that buds upon a tree
it is a new horizon, a new beginning,
a birth of anew and rebirth of an old.
Like the tree we can bend with the wind
And our leaves may rustle but snap we shall not.
We have become the tree
and the tree has become us.
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Not quite sure where this came from but....anyway, hope you like it. Definitely something different from me.
And here is a link to one of the best poems I have ever read on this site.
allpoetry.com/Poem/1705163
Written December 18th, 2005
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This was deep and meaningful. Beauty flows through the esscence of what you have written.
The only 'mistake' that I could find is periods. They are not supposed to be included in poetry or something to that extent. Though I'm not sure that taht paticular rule applies here.
Anyways, good write. Keep it up.
Nikki -
wonderful!
Wonderful. You did a great job "showing" the reader what you meant. Very thoughtful and elegant. -
Brilliant
Like the tree we can bend with the wind
And our leaves may rustle but snap we shall not
Fave 2 lines, i really enjoyed reading this, it was refreshingly different and gave me somethign to ponder about. i LOVE trees heh, and comparing life to a tree or a person/soul to a tree seems really....beautiful. I lvoe the description and the comparisions made
Brite -
Our soul yearns for Passion
Our spirit craves knowledge
In a sense in your desire to use the growth of a tree to describe our human growth, has extended itself beyond that tree to the quaulities that are intrisically human ~
The craving of knowledge; The hearts longing for love.
You've done an excellent job on this poem.
Peace and joy
Taranand
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This is a very passionate and very powerful unique poetic painting of beauty that is breath taking in every word of heart felt and serene compassion that lives within your very beautiful
Soul that I find very romantic and amazing thank you and may your Christmas and new year be the warmest and most beautiful ever rob.. -
I don't even know where this piece truly came from. I had three words come into my mind and the next thing I know I was typing this piece out. Something so different from what I normally would write, but still just felt right to write.
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the roots bound reveals the writing of a woman, Bel! as men tend to drift like a tumbleweed! also I see much of your life in this, having to bend in the wind and not snapping, ever reaching (my one-word description of you!) ever growing, ever longing... yes, there is a closeness here with you... oh emerald-green-eyed goddess!
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I love trees and was so happy when asked to collaborate on your poem's interpretation. I am glad you liked it.
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I truly like the metaphors used with the trees, and the branches...Nice way to express what you're saying within your poetry, great word choice, very nice!
I love this...
Continually searching for our place in this world,
But our roots already bound and our
direction is unknown, yet destiny is set.
Like each leaf that buds upon a tree
it is a new horizon, a new beginning,
a birth of anew and rebirth of an old.
Like the tree we can bend with the wind
And our leaves may rustle but snap we shall not.
We have become the tree
and the tree has become us.
Great pen my lovely friend, keep these coming!
-Timothy The Poetic Weaver
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excellent~
Beautiful sis
The phases of our lives that are represented through that of a tree.......
Yes our destiny is set......like that of the tree...they don't know how long their life span is either.....And like the roots of the tree we grow more each day....and like the limbs we reach out..forever blooming yet also losing leaves each year that passes by.....
This has some excellent metaphor sis and I love it
Bookmarking this one
Love n hugs
Your sis
Susan~~~
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Abdul Tawala Ibn Ali Alishtari
Love it a lot and will write a poem like it as muse. I am a tree.
Abdul Tawala Ibn Ali Alishtari -
very well written
This is very beautiful. Your thoughts are so deep and meaningful. I love the way you compare us to the tree. It is very thought evoking. I enjoyed reading this one.
etherealforu
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This is a unique way of looking at life. The photo is lovely, and the poem is so serene, smooth and well written.
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