Woodland Trees

Woodland Trees

A Poem by Me

Through the woodland trees
flew natures gentle breath,
as if all was at peace
and the world was at rest.
Through the rumoured halls
of the early morning mist,
The dragons were dancing
with the harlots they kissed.

After the dance was over,
the fauns had gone to sleep,
the many gifted murderer
sat on the ceiling of the room.
Caressing his intellect,
perceiving the end of dawn.
Magic was bound to appear
flecked with bleeding ulcers.

Through the woodland air
blew natures ending groove,
Casting aside flipping images
of neon lights in disrepair.
Blowing away the dandruff
of lost emotional disgrace.
Great rolling demons of desire
insisting on a new understanding.

Through the woodland magic
flapped the rigid of disease.
The man tangled spider webs
hindering vision to the cell.
The dragons raping the fauns
with the harlots cheering on.
Nature is a dangerous place,
nature is a situation.

© 2011 Me


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Love the fantasy elements! There is definitely a negative, almost cynical undertone to this poem...wasn't expecting that, nice! Exploiting the darker side of nature rather than the magical, perhaps...

Great job. :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


Your words are true in the poem. Nature is a hard place to survive. Between man and danger. Life is hard to maintain.
"After the dance was over,
the fauns had gone to sleep,
the many gifted murderer
sat on the ceiling of the room."
Thank you for a outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


Wow!
A very true thing said in a very beautiful manner.
The tone was spooky for sure and It took reader to a magical world of woodlands.
Very great write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


"The dragons were dancing with the harlots they kissed"......I really love this line. This is truly an interesting piece....great write!

Posted 12 Years Ago


This piece has a dark and eerie tone, which surprised me. I didn't expect this when I read the title...but, I do like surprises... Very Clever write. Nice work!

Posted 12 Years Ago


love it :D
very true nature is a dangerous place but it seems much more peaceful
love the flow of it too :D

Posted 12 Years Ago


wonderful flow of words

Posted 12 Years Ago


The man tangled spider webs
hindering vision to the cell.

I loved this part, This is a wonderful write.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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