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Index of poems:
Carrier of leaves
The wind, graceful, churns my soul.
Nature's own love song.
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With the ebb and flow,
Water washes away souls
And brings them to peace.
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Fleeting in a breath
Maelstrom, whirlwind of the soul
A wisp, final death.
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Roots in the soft earth
Are bringing life to the giants,
the columns of life.
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How the Mighty have Fallen
© Bradley Alexander Bucsis
"What’s the problem Kid? It's just a tree." And the tears came Freely, strongly, Searing their pain Into my mind forever. They cleaned up. Cleaned up! They took her away As if she were "just a tree." Not as she was: A mother A friend, A life. And so I stood, Feeling the air Growing thick With her blood, And now I know I will never, Never Be in her arms again, Never Feel her warmth. I sit, leaning on her remains, A torso, Trunk, And I cry, I cry knowing She will never, Never Hear my stories again; Never Wipe my tears away. So here is My tribute to her, My tree. A poem for her To keep her Alive. A poem of A Mother, Friend, Life.Back to top
Planting Trees
© Bradley Alexander Bucsis
A true meaning of life is to plant trees, that later in life you will be with them, under the shade you would never expect to sit. And when an Ash has been defeated, the forest echoes, echoes, with its fall. But, not noticed at all, a hundred trees are born, sown that day by a silent breeze, to grow one day and shelter not you, but yours.
Soaring
© Bradley Alexander Bucsis
To finally take flight, to a place untouched, unknown. Uncertain in finding my way back... in finding my way to reality. A voyager. Above and beyond, above and beyond, look into my eyes, hear my cry, you will see me soaring, above and beyond your wildest dreams. Upon angels' wings You will see me soaring home. Angel, as my guardian, I wish you to take me there, to take me where I should belong and where I should have been. Of all the choices I could take this is the last I choose to make, for though I am a voyager, my life I wish to live. And through my wish, my thoughts and dreams, my life returns again.
When The Sun Rose
© Bradley Alexander Bucsis
Every dawn the sun would wake, and the earth would warm to his touch. Wrapping her in his arms, draping her skin in leaves of glorious orange and gold, she would breathe once again, live once again, and wake once again. Each day, when the sun rose
