Forest

Now fear and terror

Wolfs around the trail
Foxes around the trail
Dancing and howling
Singing melodies of night.

Hearing those melodies
Moon looking down the wood's
Searching the singer's
Trails are milky white.

Seeing the brightness
On the face of moon
Owl shows the singer's
Screeching following the footsteps.

Rodent's in the darkness
With glittering fearful eyes
Hide and seek
For tasty gems.

Big foots on the move
Breaking branches
Chewing leaves and grasses
Creating shadows touching horizon.

Carnivorous sharpened their teeth
For bloody feast with sharp canine
Roared around again and again
To show their power infinite.

Crawling Snakes crawls all around
Monkeys on branches never slept
Birds of prey on high alert
Beautiful birds closed their eyes.

Woods are dark, darkened with mysteries
Hundred's of stars glitters there
It's time to live or die
The strongest, cleverer, fastest survive.

A man sitting in between trail
Opens fire into the wood's
Where peaceful journey of life survives
Creating bloodshed to turn Moon red.

Those trails are filled with bodies
Freezed for ever, turning blue
Wood's are calm and silent
Where stars never glitter in darkness.

Year's passed the tune changes
Wood's are memory of the past era
Where faces of terror and fear rules
In concrete jungles build on earth.


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Reviews

[Marie]

Wow! You captured the concrete jungles built by man superbly in this exquisitely penned poem, dear T. P... You paint a picture of the forest before these human-made jungles appeared and I could sense Nature at peace as life is meant to be in the forest. Then, humans created so much bloodshed over ownership of the land, stealing it from its rightful owners that the moon turned red. The moon no longer cast its light there and the stars never shone in the ensuing darkness. In the man made jungles, fear and terror rule. Peace no longer exists and heaven has become hell. A superb metaphoric write, excellent depiction and wondrous expression of feelings throughout the poem. A privilege to read your soul-touching poetry, dear T. P... Thank you for sharing, dear friend...

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Marie]

Most welcome always, T. P...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Even with its eerie sounds, I want to go there....your poem took me as close to being there in person as possible with your images....but yes, so many less woods....so many concrete trees...
the leaves are just shiny glass windows...
we are branching out in the wrong direction.
great poem, my friend.
j.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Soren]

You built the whole poem around the image of a natural jungle and then at the end threw in concrete jungle for a jolting punch making the metaphor apparent. Nicely done my friend

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[red93]

I like this ATP it has bags of atmosphere and ambience, really Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Mauricio Montoya]

Wow very powerful write but the ending threw me off, is it the streets or a forest, love the beginning and imaginary yes in a forest its tough but in the streets there's rules to play. Great Write it brought back momerres when I rode the rails, freight trains. Thank you for sharing.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work. Well conveyed.

[Arundass TP]

Thànk you friend 😊