Tag Archives: forest

You Don’t Bug Me

Howdy howdy, folks. I’m fittin’ to show y’all a brand spankin’ new poem I’ve just written. It’s about the feelings you get when you’re trying something new. Without further ado…

You Don’t Bug Me

Cicada, cicada,

what do you see?

Much like a dog,

you bark up the tree.

~

Blasted blasphemers

that scheme and abscond…

What do they do

at the edge of the pond?

~

Tempted now

by shadows in the deep,

dip your toes,

and then you weep…

~

But weeping then,

is valorous and honorable

when it is the fragile pen

with which you struggle.

~

In the corner of your ears,

someone hears

the whirring vibrations

that stem from a thousand carnations.

~

And every color of the rainbow

sings a happy lullaby

to that one

happy little butterfly.

Adventures End

Good afternoon, everyone. I have another poem today (shocker). I really hope you like it. Without further ado…

Adventures End

There and back again,

as in the style of old hobbits,

we go and have our big adventures,

on our quest against the dark.

We fight with swords,

we fight with knives,

we sail on ships

and meet old wives.

We’ll tread along the untread paths

and we’ll make friends

and we’ll make enemies

and we’ll fight the dark

and we’ll never lose

till the soles fall off our shoes.

And then will come the cobblestones

that form the path to home.

Why have you fought all this time,

but for to see that little village

and that spongy loam.

Now though,

that you are home,

what is it then?

The thing you must do?

When tyrants bend

and adventures end,

does it all simply go back to normal?

Who is this one that stands before you?

The same one?

The old one?

No, I don’t think so.

Peace On My Own Time

Good evening, everybody. Little later than my usual posts but I have a real nice one for you all to enjoy tonight. Side note: Did you know that “you all” as a plural form of “you” is a distinct feature of Kentucky and West Virginia english? Without further ado…

Peace On My Own Time

Beautiful lights

on beautiful nights

flitting over fluttering trees

and wispy puffs of cloud.

In the distance is heard

a siren,

far off,

as the blades of helicopters

slice through the sky.

What peace is this?

To know an evening of such bliss?

I am lost as I am found,

in the streets and in the trees

where weary heads would come to rest

beside the neighbors in their Sunday best.

Children play

in the street all day

just like I remembered.

Happy Webiversary!

Good afternoon, everybody! Today officially marks the full one-year anniversary of my first post on poemsbysam.com. I don’t have anything in particular planned for today, but I have a short and sweet poem that I wrote a while ago I think you might like. Without further ado, please enjoy.

Lost Planet

Shining there upon a far flung beach,

two suns and three moons

that illuminate

twinkling gemstones under an emerald sky,

reflections of those things that lie above.

She looks up at those stars,

those heavenly bodies,

and waits for one to return.

The only one.

Perhaps they’d sit under green skies

upon that red-tinged grass

and look out at the spear-whales

flying overhead

and great striders

crossing those shallow,

green seas.

Maybe they’ll have croissants.

Low Tide

Lordy, Lordy, have I been busy. Very tired, very busy. More to do today and more to do tomorrow. I have a piece that I hope will bring you the peace you need to continue marching on. Without further ado…

Low Tide

Sunlight sprays and sparkles

as if it crests the wave

you see down there upon that beach.

The seas come down,

the tides recede,

and leaves are heard in trees behind.

The wind,

it blows,

and finds your every crease

and crevice.

Like the sun,

it illuminates

those hidden things

beneath your beautiful wings.

Harder days

have come and gone,

but end the day,

it’s you who’s won.

In times will be,

oh, the things you will see.

Certainly,

In times that will be.