Roots

by Jack Nightengale   Mar 14, 2014


Embedded within the ground,
The roots which cry but give no sound.
Uplifting the soil in which it stand,
Building its own castle, no stones and no sand.

Soft droplets kiss the leaves of this tree,
The wind whispers between its branches, calm and free.
Longing to roam the land of its own free will,
Wanting to sway like flowers instead of standing still.

Age settles in as it starts to rot and decay,
Its time is coming, it will fall someday.
Branches now brittle and old,
Only its roots are as pure as gold.

The roots grow to stretch across the plains,
Sharing the knowledge and wisdom of the trees brains.
Replenishing the earth with more of its greenery,
Peace upon this land and its lush new scenery.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Darren

    Judges comments

    I am a sucker for a simple rhyming poem. Amongst the diary entry offerings and the shouty OTT word deluge pieces we sometimes find a real poem. Yes each line is capitalised and there is an influx of punctuation but that doesn't take away from how this feels when you read aloud to yourself. There is no confusing imagery that only works in the mind of the author. In fact there isn't much here that is new, but it all works well and is a simple lesson on how poetry can be written effortlessly. Worthy of 7 points.

  • 11 years ago

    by Demitri Von Schnutz

    Wow bro! This poem is a lot deeper than those roots. Very good!

  • 11 years ago

    by Kakera

    This is amazing! Looking forward to reading more. Since you already have tons of poems, I'm probably more interested in your new ones after your latest match of Wordfeud with the man under the black shroud and scythe. So keep writing, and keep on impressing me, Kris. ;)

  • 11 years ago

    by Biancas Veil

    This is great loved reading it. the imagery, wow beautifully done.

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