The tree

[epervier]

The tree

Split wood
To the heart of the injured tree
Magnitude of good aloi
Of healthy ecore, well woven.

Of a cutting axe cuts his sap
Cry, cry in emotion
The trunk bends then bursts
To this choice assault.

Split life
The leafy drief one out arms
The human master to the infinite one
In his glory blinded.

[Bongitybongbong]

That was pretty good, but this would go in personal poetry.

[Logos]

Welcome to the forums epervier

I'm going to move this to the Personal Poetry section.

[Bongitybongbong]

Oh who was right?

[subterranean]

Writing like a true environmentalist.

Great one Eper

The tree

Split wood
To the heart of the injured tree
Magnitude of good aloi
Of healthy ecore, well woven.

Of a cutting axe cuts his sap
Cry, cry in emotion
The trunk bends then bursts
To this choice assault.

Split life
The leafy drief one out arms
The human master to the infinite one
In his glory blinded.

[epervier]

I thank you of your commentaires

Andre (épervier)

[epervier]

The old one

The old one bent pulls out his annonymat.
It yells his divine misfortune, pains lost.
Terrible extra, out-of-place word.
The trembles of a body in his poor state.

It advances the years in a despair.
The tears flow of an impoverished sap.
The soul extinguishes itself slowly of a jealousy.
Hidden age among these penalties of an evening.

Swaying of his latent body, nonchalant.
A tasteless future, a little denies.
Blind jouissance, distant look.

A weak heart of a kindness terrified.
The desire to like in a wonderful refrain.
The serene hope of a praised word.