Beneath the Tree


Beneath the Tree


There you are, how long have you been sitting under that tree

Don’t you know that everyone is looking for you

I need to go tell the others

Please don’t move, stay right here


Where did you go

I returned yesterday and you had left

Why don’t you come with me

You’re not hurt are you


You keep disappearing

Can’t you hear me

They have been looking for you for days

Speak to me, let me know what is wrong


When I returned with the others they said I was crazy

I know that you’re safe

I see you; you're near enough for me to touch

Why are you doing this to me


I went to your funeral today

I sat by the casket while everyone cried

Everyone placed flowers by your grave

Everyone but me, because I just can’t tell you goodbye



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Olan01 commented on Beneath the Tree


They are nearby, just a different realm of the universe where we cannot go, but sometimes see. Powerful write from one with a knowing eye.

ApaqRasgirl commented on Beneath the Tree


that was wonderful my friend.....I know the feeling all to well to refuse to believe that a loved one has gone.....I see him every night in my dreams.......wonderful read asha

raziel69 commented on Beneath the Tree


wow, this is a great piece. i have felt the pain of loss before, not wanting to let go, and i can relate to this one well. great write, 10 from me...Raz

wamomo commented on Beneath the Tree


This is such a beautiful portrayal of grief and denial. I know this poems truth well and have lived it too many times in my own life. It takes courage to face the things that hurt us most and letting go can be one of the greatest challenges of all. Very well done, soulwriter.

Kanicki commented on Beneath the Tree


Creative crafting of this poignant and profound piece. Peace, Light and Love



Your comments are kind and much appreciation for your time.

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

soulwriter’s Poems (53)

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Title Comments
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Within This Well Worn Box 2
A Writer's Amnesia 2
Contentment 2
Love Hurts 6
Sadistic Captivity 0
Within This Glass 2
A Boy Named Alice (I dream of white rabbits) 57
L I M B O 21
Beautiful Stranger 19
Symbolic Differences 17
Drowning in a Sea of Me 18
Without Fail 16
Oil Painting 12
Beneath the Tree 42
Pretty Bullets 32
Wishing Her Well 18
The Death of Life 22
Don’t Live Without Love 17
Never Ever After 14
Nature's Little Surprises 16
Love, Lust, and Lingering Sensations 13
My Haunting Heart 17
Weathering The Winds of Trust 12
Do That Again Please 21
Love's Coffin 48
It Hurts 31
In Every Living Space 14
Gargoyle (Girl) 27
Controlled 14
Your Love Is Poetry 25
Why Not Spend A Fantasy On Me 13
Nothing Can Compare 8
Melancholy Cure 10
Our Daydream Dance 8
Vanishing 30
All That You Are 10
Words Worth 43
Black 37
The Toy 23
The Rose Eternal 28
Whisper From Behind the Mirror 38
Stormy Purification 13
Love Stains 19
The Tree Within 19
I Practice Moving Meditation... 12
The Gallows of Destructive Love 10
Love of the Soul 15
Crystal Iris 14
The Nature of Relationship 24