Tuesday Poetry

Trapped

Living the good life
A large home
A new car
A closet overflowing
Jewels and gold.

A demanding job
Working more to have more
Less time
No happiness
A soulless life.

A deep yearning
To shed the shackles
To lift the spirit
To free the body
To be whole again.

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Poetry for Tuesday

A bit of poetry for your Tuesday.

The Sentinel

On a hilltop overlooking a small village
Stands a sentinel ever watchful
Never moving always on guard
Protecting all below.

His gaze never wavering
Looking over the horizon
Stoically waiting for the need
To unleash his power over the realm.

Though he is made of plaster and wood
His mere presence gives comfort and courage
To the villagers below
Having faith in the belief that the Sentinel will stand for them.

Poetry for Tuesday

Three poems for Tuesday

Nightfall

The reddish glow of the setting sun
Gives way to the twilight skies
The rising moon orange and bright
Casts a warm glow on the earth below.

Glowing eyes searching for
Movement in the forest barely seen
Ears cocked listening for
The slightest sound almost unheard.

Swift legs and strong body leaping
From its vantage point
Giving chase to the fleeing prey
The creature draws near with deadly accuracy.

The Hunter

The dark night sky moonless
With only stars to light the way
The forest below cloaked in blackness
Masking all from view.

The hunter waits silent and still
Listening for the slightest sound
Searching for any noise
That might give him the advantage.

Eyes black in the darkness
Open wide scanning the forest floor below
Sitting on his perch high up in the branches
Ready to fly swift and sure.

The Hunted

Stepping carefully and slowly
Ever on guard
Eyes darting furtively back and forth
Scanning the forest for movement.

Ears cocked listening for sounds of danger
A crack of a branch or crunch of fallen leaves
In the distance
Cause the body to stiffen.

Nostrils flare sucking in the air
Catching the whiff of peril
The legs rear and the body bolts
Desperately trying to outrun death.

Thursday Verses

Do Not Cry

Do not cry for me
For I am not here
I am the wind,
The earth and water.

Do not cry for me
For I am at peace
I am light and dark,
The sun and moon.

Do not cry for me
For I am free
I am soft and gentle
The mists and fog.

Do not cry for me
For I am the light touch
You feel on your cheek
When you think of me.