A Tree Of Nine, Seven Are Four, And Six In Unlife.
Still Strong, Standing Tall In The Sky.
The Breeze Sways With Ease, This Tree Yet Alive,
With Leaves Of Spring Shine Bright Green And Lime.
...
Outside Of My Door, Everything Is So Nice,
Though When You Ask How I Am, I Say That I'm Just Fine.
Because We Both Know That Its A Lie.
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Simple Things In Life Are More Than Enough To Get Me By,
Like This Tree Outside My Door
Of Beauty, Strength, And Life.
But Sooner Or Later,
Like Me, Too,
Will Die.
[May 16, 2026]
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Author:
Joseph Michael Marek (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 22nd, 2026 13:51
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Dark premonitions in this poem. Nicely composed it speaks to the lies of life as well as the beauty. Well done
Thank you, Soren. I may be in the wrong place for all my poems of a darker hue, but to be truthful, My Poetic Side is the first, and best that I have come across. I think Poetic Side was targeted for romance poems, so I am unsure if I should look elsewhere sometimes...
You are most welcome Marek. I thought the same when I came and to be truthful it has its share of romantic poems. My poems on balance are not that romantic so this is as much a place for you as it is for me. Glad your are here. Many of my poems are dark as well.
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