Branch English Poems from A-Z

04 Jun 2025

Stem and branches are still growing! Soon you will be able to see a fairly young but very strong tree!

Bee the Star

A star is crossing by in front of my eyes it’s so hard to breathe when you’re not next to me see It’s me

My soul is calling to yours waiting to be seen

Keen to see it love and laugh with me that is how it is supposed to be

But you just staring at your PC

Wishing we were under a palm tree at the sea

The star gave me the key to my heart and loving you for who you are

Being free

I just wished you were with me and not your PC don’t you see honeybee it’s me

Wishing

wishing

You to be free

With screen no free

with screen no free

My precious honeybee

Now acting pretentious full of jealousy

My hearts beating endlessly through eternity

For you to finally be free

Nerve-Racking, Cracking my heart dreadfully, not respectfully,

breaking apart darting the fallen

star at my broken heart

Yearning screaming breathing for a fresh start,

like a painters plain piece of art

Insane, insane, insane to win this game but who to blame

Aren’t we all the same

In this lame aiming game

What a shame

Taming love Just for the Hall of Fame

Tame the flame, claim the game, inflame the cold frame, shame all over the boehm,

Claim the fame and the fortune,

My heart at the auction for love absorption,

No option of caution,

Glove of love potion,

Motion of explosion of emotion,

Devotion to emote in the ocean of blood lotion, flood loving my honeybee

Glee with me

Whoopee

Just be with me

Disgust the dust on your PC

Trust the person you are meant to be, don’t worsen the high, high flames,

Say bye-bye to your games, set your aims sky high

Why not be the new star in the sky mending the pieces of scars

Sending, spending blending pretending star far who you are

Till every piece Increases your shining light and you can be my honeybee knight in the night stinging my smart heart shining bright.

With great foresight my flood gate is open tonight,

So we don’t fight All right?

D-Day

Cruising through space, days of life, not going my ways. Out of the haze, into the mist, we kissed over and over again, when will I see you again. My brain insane, boarding this train, now and then, getting right off it through the window, once entered, already gone out the window, I a weirdo, hero inside, thought I don’t mind, my reality lied, not a day without a fight, getting it right, yet feeling so wrong, your song in my head, a sigh, an outcry, this guy’s smile a lullaby, I don’t know why, sing that song under you wing, sing, doing the right thing, yet the days sting-open my heart, Art dropping out of it, time to be wise, times for cries, not going after the whys, not anymore, sailing to the shore of truth, wanting it to go all smooth, waves disapprove, improving my move, though I felt that groove, tongue and groove like hitting the drum, come sun, come this piece of Art can’t be left undone, succumbing in the eyes of the sun, fun flys, falling apart, in this piece of Art, spreading like a desire made out of fire, flames getting higher, ready to fire, Sire and Sir, where next to stir, my fur dancing, dangling in the wind, looking out for the next hint, across the sea, it’s me cruising through life, with its trains and boats, gaining for something to sustain the game of life, arriving at shores, of Worlds unknown, yet followed by all so familiar flurries of the wind, keeping my eyes skinned, for the next hint.

Butterfly not hitting the hay, celebrating the day, flying away into brightest daylight, in delight and peace, ceasing glowing out of energy from hours of yesterday sun bokeh. Find-flying his way through Life, the lighting thunderstorms in the highlands, searching for islands of serenity, a flight forming his identity, we shall see, if he is me and mine, doing fine, or crossing the line from time to time, her creativity a goldmine, a material to shine and share, being aware that life is unfair, fictional, unpredictable a principle full of invincible beats of it wings, seeds to new heights in the skies eyes, flying over sights of the humankind, intertwined with Mother Natures Heartbeat, beautiful green everywhere, yet life isn’t fair,

lacking of flair, here or there,

I swear I adere her rules, not always having the right clues, paying and having payed my dues, good news and bad news vary, wishing sometimes for a fairy to come, to get things undone and done, before greeting a new sunny day, wrapped in dark furious clouds, raising doubts of where to fly next, a sky filled with butterfly’s, butterfly sky, hold me high up in the sky.

Snake underground, we found each other, another Kiss and Goodbye, feeling so high with one and the other, stars of mine shaking in midnights sky, you dropped bye, said hi, rules do not apply, ran out of black ties, still tied up together under this blossoming tree of ours, hours full of flushed sparkles beneath the sun, we teeth on teeth, the god of the sun reruns his chariot, until the poet laureate is fully satisfied, spoken with pride in his voice, always a second choice, make some noise, conveys of emotion leaving and receiving, what a feeling, touching the Star ceiling, judging the stream of emotions, running through my veins, sig sagging through my chains, feeling the connection between our brains, soul sole reigns we were, now bonded, no matter if we wanted, rough times and dreams of mine connected, not how I expected, neglected the rough, being tough enough, for once and for all, I stand tall, I want it all and more for us to score, staying cool under the burning sun is core, reaching out for more, life’s teaching a lesson, don’t you feel that aggression, my obsession with having a good life, this poem a self-expression, crying out loud for your attention, trying so hard to make a good impression, tension all over the scene, I am keen to been seen and heard, not hurt, not crawling in dirt, holding my skirt up high, never wanting to say goodbye to you my audience, hence I will carry on, go on, what can go wrong, my poetry infinity, a song to hold on, for generations to come, I am not yet done, I have just begun.

Deadly Exit

Twisting, existing in the time rhyme line of resilience not making millions, billions, trillions. Being a villain, killing the singing in the air per share, no spare, no fair, I swear, not here, not there. Not cohering, not adhering but fearing, steering to an all clear pier, in the distance of existence.

Colliding, arriving on the pier twist but missed the saving mist. Not kissed by the gist.

Behaving all pissed.

Paving the Way for a craving after Life-saving flag waving.

Slacking ,cracking, tracking, lacking the ranking of the banking. Not the best for this test, can’t rest, can’t rest.

Before the wrest from the life west.

Acting, distressed, attracting, interacting with the

sparks barking sharks far away from Karl Marx and there embarks on the past. At last asking for future producers to finally move the maneuver. Always Improving.

Suing anyone who is not approving of the moving.

So run, run, run towards the sun.

Difficult days have only just begun. Not yet, to get lonely, wet, not before the sunset. Sweat off the threat don’t be upset, let the spread don’t dread your head. This had to be said.

Chill Child, Child goes wild,

not reconciled, not recognized but agonized, sterilized, non socialized, supervised, unadvised, demoralized

,due to the black sheep deep down in every town.

Waiting for trustworthy adult results:

frustrating, regulating,

debating, not awaiting the stating.

Pressure, no treasure, end of the tether, out off feather, never, ever, crowed, allowed, together at any weather.

Sticking to the measure, kicking sickening the leisure time.

Preparing their selves for the seizure of their wallets.

Out off solids. Leaven a hole for the soul to be sucked in like a fucking bin.

So no win in this game we’re all the same.

shame we can’t tame

Its all so lame, will never reach the breach of fame without the right name of the vaccine, no sight of a machine,

keen to generate the vaccine to open not soepen* a gate to the date of the big parade, winning over, sober, taking over the lead of the heed

succeed

Don’t meet

Just greet

Beat the heed

Stay alone under your sheets.

No cheats, no moan, no bliss, no hiss.

This meticulous planning is not ridiculous it’s scanning. The thunder of the number under the fuss of us. Quick before we’re all sick of this trick.

No way out of the blizzards, dividing our nations like scissors,

but guiding us out of the lying, crying, whining, trying, flying, to flee to a healthier, wealthier you and me.

Enough of this rough stuff

,be tough, be sure enough to find the cure, endure, endure, endure, ensure, secure everything Mature.

Bring it on! All hope it not gone. Star you are without debate

in a great Sport to support. God save the lord!

*SOEP Analysing Feature in Germany, analysing German Society

Element Oil

You the golden star,

blue planet and sky,

hoping my hand stays in touch with your aurar,

the mist something I never want to miss or say goodbye,

Your the moon in my heart,

the strength glistering out of your Atoms,

the softness when you pearl down and over my body parts,

you decide upon one’s social stratum,

We shall see what can be done to keep you alive,

Some of us doing their best,

Trying so hard for you to revive,

we have to understand that it is our ultimate quest.

Fly high to angels hell sky

Twisting, twirling, my heart in the shadows of the landscape,

no escape, not here, not there, beware of the flair one spreads across this place.

Foggy Graze sterling around and right above the ground.

Graze, crazy glitter, woven, inches above the surface, but what’s the purpose, surfing, suffering on these shiny icy diamonds woven together, leaving me wordless, worthless, don’t get whiny, keep smiley.

Never reaching deep down underneath the cotton, words are being forgotten, diamonds smelling rotten.

Times gotten loose, you snooze, I snooze, news we’re both in good blues.

No confusing smell, tell what’s the story today, seeking, leaking, newborn diamonds out of the glory.

Torn between words and King Queeny Diamonds, sirens erupting out the silence, trying to dwell beneath the surface unleashing the rows of Diamonds.

Love Dose, after Love Dose, working together to strengthen these rows, no siren of silence coming through, doom, doom, doom, grooming the Diamonds Level Land,

yet spinning Love Spell, after Love Spell to get the words beneath the Diamonds Level.

A devils game, the flames getting the Diamonds higher, away from the ground, not drowning the sounds of words underground, yet cursing over the ashes but willing them to fall beneath the surface of the sparkling diamonds.

Diamond wings flying, high, high up, just to be pushed back down by herds of sirens, shooting down and through the chains of diamonds in the wings, only to be scattered and broken like light in the prism of the diamonds, reflecting in all directions, with a few collections of words landing beneath the surface.

Fulfilling the yearnings,

the aim of this devil love game. A game, an absentee for one Reality.

Garden memories

My poetry a lost philosophy,

too much atrocities around,

weighing down, deep down to oceans ground, we’re it’s unlikely found, the rain on the surface of this ocean, here and there commotion, with every rain drop, a minute to pop, mowing over my the freshly planted crop, seeds that will never become weeds, done too much other deeds,

who knows to what everything of this leads, just knowing that life proceeds.

The clock, tick-tocking in my head, I’d rather had silence instead, shock, a minute again has popped, can’t mute the hustle and bustle around me, my brain being trained like muscle, the rustle saying, train it, train it, before everything comes back insane, so do it again and again.

Breathless and cluttered with nights darkness, I have to harness my inner power, reckless consumption of it they all muttered, my system it’s self so starkness.

Garden inside of me, I hear you call, your cherries still small, I beg your pardon, knowing what your heart carries, so much berries, the fairies flying round and round my head, preventing my sparkles to harden and fade, giving fate instead, can’t wait for the next summer to shine and intertwine with my rhyme.

Brake-though, hurry into the spotlight, glue yourself to success, before everything gets blurry again, walk down the streets, common give me some beats, every inch of me gaining for growth, every finch of mine singing for both, my brain and my heart, improving their handshake soon their bonding will be a piece of cake, a unique unity in mine, my holly dime, proofing that this connection is not fake, glistening energy moving, screaming, steaming down and out, into the wild, outdoors having left it’s chamber is where it all scores.

The Impuls hitting my synapses, like ants, chasing energy through my brain, ants all over me in this field of expertise, goose pimples arising, antibodies not in my body but on my body, embodies my strength, inhaling the street with the greatest length of success, stopping this effortless stress,

by doing my best.

Creatures of my territory following me and my black leather boots, a steady smile on my face, so ready for days of happiness, all together we a creatures, you and me out there with their very own features, my territory my own story.

The conversation of momentum restored and regained, my brain now trained, when live gives me lemons I’ll grow my cherries, my cheek all red from laughter, the right momentum to prevent a disaster, cause I am the master of rhyme, I hope my wedding ring and offspring will follow up in time, while the fairy rings of rhymes prevail throughout the time I exhale the street with the greatest length of success, remember also a poet needs a rest, ex and inhaling through my breast the vapor of success, learning to express myself through every new art paper, can’t wait for the next call from inside of me, from my Garden of Imagination,

The next newborn creation lying in the grass, it’s chest going up and down, waiting for its coronation, the next sensation crossing my synapses, the next equation to solve, but no problem once my inner poet is involved.

Green Grace

Seamless deep-less stress, work in progress,

dust all over my morning dress,

a new flower I got power,

The next big tower, a door to open, coping with life, the relaxing beauty on duty, good morning my moody beauty, not at all being snooty just distressed from the mess.

God bless the faithfulness she’s got to life, let her survive, dive deep down the stress level, don’t settle too soon, wanting her to be over the moon, till brusk dusk drops in too soon, tune in to her needs, provide her with seeds to fulfill her dreams from dawn to dusk they shall last, she ain’t being a colorcast, nor an outcast, her life shall be colorfast at last, please god, please let this be your next task.

Asking for serenity to finally be free, lacking of my real me, can’t I see, can’t I see, it’s me, now or never to feel better, no matter what weather outside, all the treasures lingering and lurking inside, side by side the treasures lie, not ready to die, why should I, a cry for help, allies in the sky, high up, beautify my butterfly, bye, bye I am coming blue sky, saying hi, new rules to apply, well first let me fly, in a nutshell I feel high.

God ring a bell for her, no hell for her, not any longer, not ever more, she’s sore already and has yet to recover, needs you as her brother to guide her through life, wanting so desperately to survive, look what I have found on her hard drive.

A new flower,

I got power,

yet and again I drain,

a life filled with rain,

what to gain,

Needing something to sustain,

for at least once in this game,

flames and dust still inside me,

wanting to break free, to escape, for god’s sake I hope it’s not too late for a date, can’t believe, beloved ones, laughed at us, at me, just wanting to be free, be my real me, in a real World, twirling, twisting myself through it, shit I don’t fit, neither here nor their, life isn’t fair. They don’t care.

Flair you are in person God, don’t make her bare these lines, send her the signs she needs to stay alive, to survive, hearing her saying, my heart beats, I can’t sleep, I weep. She deep down on earth, you high up in the sky, can’t you see her cry. A shy and silent sigh from her, she saying feeling sorrow, when thinking about tomorrow, I cry every night no daylight in sight. Giving her rise to despise, seen this four days in a row, let’s go God, bring it on, swan torn reborn to dawn and dusk, we must, go on.

Moving on in life, I survive, smiling, the bad days out of my way, payed enough, god, life is tough, but when life gets rough, the rough get going, now show me, I want to see the real me, braking free, flying over the tree, just feeling me again, not insane, now and then, again and again, not pain but power, no suffering surfing through life but gaining a look on my new painting of life. No more waiting, no praying, just painting, my brush, my flower, hush, my little one hush, don’t rush it, having a crush on life, a royal flush in my hands, for me birth pangs, a new start, a new piece of Art, planting new flowers, for every plant, a plan, yes I can.

Hello Black Butterfly

What if I am not satisfied with my poetry, I know it is not me, those new rhyme schemes sting like a bee, no wonder I feel locked in, not having the right spin. With distance and time I win.

Breathing in and out, without doubt my mind is facing a blackout. Have to go through this drought to reassemble a new layout. Wishing my rhymes would be part of the chords of someone else’s beating heart. Thought I am smart, wouldn’t need a restart, just skip that part, holding up my joker card, giving me a head start, flying off like a seagull leaving behind what’s underneath my dull, skull, opening up, giving my wings the right swings, flying over my hometown Munich, my unic style of poetry hanging, dangling from the clouds, standing out of the crowds, standing up again after each knockdown in this town, my mind going wild, have to clear it, can’t you hear it, my spirit, the melody of my lyrics hurdling down Munichs backstreets, taking you off your seats, let’s follow the beats, my hometown starting a countdown for you and me, to finally be free from our chores, let’s use the daytime, as for me it’s the ultimate time to rhyme, it’s my holy dime.

You must admit, me not rhyming would be a crime, smiling each time, embracing it, this pulls me back to safety, lately, while my hearts pace is up for a chase as in a supernova race, when I kiss my Casanova, my lover, one, two, three we cover for another, no more salvages, just challenges, we embark on, setting the bench mark high for every shark to come, leaving a foot mark in the dark, just to lighten everything up later with our wand, like Harry potter’s would do, whereas I am a daughter getting found of the dark water, no slaughter while your daughter is in the water. Swimming with the sharks, swimming underneath, on top, left and right, the challenges, they are no killers, easy to fight off with Michael Jackson thriller, growing back to a caterpillar, it’s up to me, if it’s a killer-bat or beautiful Butterfly to look at.

Debates arise every day on planets earth serving tray, mostly all from primates. Let’s usher oneself in to a better place, leaving behind the dream crusher inside us, taking pride in what we do, knowing what we always knew, gathering together the whole crew, for me it’s the satisfaction thriving on the abstraction of my Poetry, taking action to pace the melody of my emotions, running up and down my veins. Sharing her beat with the people among me, words of Poesy leaving my young lung and me, every beat a sweet, to keep again and again, always here for me to repeat, I finally feel complete.

Infinite Luck

Shout out scream out I know what life is all about,

craving your attention,

shouting the answers out loud,

love being in the middle of the crowd,

can’t wait for the next question,

Shout out scream out I know what life is all about,

can’t wait for the next lyrical sound,

luring myself into a greater dimension,

shouting the answers out loud,

Praising the day when a verse comes round,

I have so much to mention,

Shout out scream out I know what’s life all about,

The lyrics, my playground,

hope to one day pay my pension,

shouting the answers out loud,

Can’t believe what I found,

the golden key in my heart leaving behind all apprehension,

Shout out scream out I know what’s life all about,

shouting the answers out loud.

Let’s rock this town

Giving you slowly a kiss on your lips,

gently going through your hair,

linking your fingertips,

slapping my butt is unfair,

my eyes glare,

hearts beating up and down,

so much too love and share,

let’s rock this town!

So exited because of our next trips,

do not want to know where,

want to dance off my hips,

just want to be elsewhere,

caring about my happiness I swear,

just a few things can put be down,

tearing down the clothes you wear,

let’s rock this town!

Day and night we care for each other’s heart eclipse,

the connection we have is rare,

standing side by side against the apocalypse,

met you under blue and sunny air,

the sunny day bursting with more flare,

your whistle through the night is here to calm me down,

take care,

let’s rock this town!

Let’s go somewhere,

somewhere to write all of this down,

our eyes now having the right glare,

let’s rock this town!

Limerick Fun

Working all day and night,

what a fight to get it right,

my energy slips away,

but I still feel okay,

since poetry is my leading light

The limericks boxing their way out of me,

a way to feel free,

surrounding myself with spectacular pictures,

opening those strictures,

an open mind that’s the key

Day and night each tossing there energy to one’s others breach,

for each other enough energy to thrive and teach,

Resuming and preparing for the next twelve hours,

leaving behind the whining cowards,

giving you their best motivation speech

Cats and Dogs are like day and night,

always up to a fight,

one has a paw the other one has a claw,

sometimes a draw,

both being a delight

Who am I,

asking my personality to say hi,

found myself in my sleep,

those dreams going deep,

thank goodness I got to hear a reply

Moon Kiss

Every once in a while we smile,

our mind ready to unwind, leaving behind the hazard of the unanswered matters of our daily lives. Taking long dives, rides into the nature, not taking everything for granted, being confronted with the jam, the last few days have brought to us. Does everything make sense in our densely populated regions, always having a reason, but what about the feelings. We need the cleanness, of a genius in a bottle without trouble,

double the cuddles with Mother Nature, saviour and danger at the same time, maim my I sit down at this lake, healing my ache from the last heated debate.

The scent of the silence crawling, ascending the mountain, hugging it, enclosing it with the best fit. The moisture, one whole posture around the mountain like an evening dress, pompons of fog dancing, dangling at the bottom, slightly above the waterline, this doesn’t rhyme too much, nevertheless it’ll stay for ever in your prayers. The dress with its pompons levitating, gently rotating, over the lake. Jam, jogging through the last breaths of the day, we stop at this bay. No sofa but yoga. Getting a bit chilly around the rocks on the shore, hanging up a hammock, rocking for and back. Smiling, silly, chilly into and onto the silver which is glittering and gliding on the water. Looking up to the moon, maybe this place ends too soon, maybe it does Rhyme, however we got time.

My beating drum-the Sun

Turning Key and Time,

racing along with my dime,

the present deep inside my mind,

hoping that there is so much to find.

Twist and Turn,

Thunder and Lightning,

my heart as light as a wing,

once again feeling this desirable burn.

Green and the Hay,

this blessing Summer day,

thank you for hearing my pray,

smiling through out the day just to be okay.

Feeling the words glistening in the sun,

so much has yet to be done,

not waiting for all the fun to come,

the world of words laying on my tongue.

Sometimes behaving like a slave,

trapped deep down a hidden cave,

loosing refuge in the dark feeling unsafe,

searching for the heartbeat hammering against the stonewalls wanting to feel brave.

The Sun high up in the sky,

whilst me howling towards higher ground,

as the air is petting me I try a different sound,

now the picture of me is safe and sound.

Clouds rising to my level,

enclosing me like fire in devils hell,

laughing at the miracle,

holding my breath not to act hysterical.

Seeing the landscape,

praising my escape,

enjoying the time with me and my life, my date,

an agreement not to be reached too late.

Sparkling fresh light in my eyes,

a heart that seldom denies,

not searching for the whys,

ready to send out some really good smiles.

Butterfly flying high and away,

each Sun beam for me a restart to find a new way,

paying my rent for every new day,

so much to say each day.

A day divided by heartbeats,

even if hidden under sheets,

just enough time for my mind leaps,

seeking for something that repeats,

planting the seeds for needs,

learning from my defeats,

knowing that one day waking down these streets,

my life and me will be dancing to the same beats

My Hearts Sneak Peak

Sneaking away from the place deep down underneath my heart,

Let me hang on a bit,

my new world does not fit,

still there is a force that drives me on,

am I not smart,

no one smart would say,

come on, go on.

My dear old friend the golden glow, go and rust and rest, combust in peace,

as within seconds there will be a new me to show and grow out of your flames, your remains then lying inside of me.

Decisions to make and lose in life, cruising quite loose through it, having to put up with so much shit, needing a lifelong life kit,

a kitten for my inner cat,

boy once in a good nik,

now fat,

and sick.

Sticking to life is the trick,

not to the kick and click,

Leaning forward and out my heart,

cold spark’s I shiver,

cold eagle wing,

one Click to win

one Click to lose,

news the air is getting thinner,

cold spark’s I shiver, no gold, not even silver, just rust to combust.

A shining star not far away,

could he safe my day and night,

would I be ending my fight,

with night and day,

would I finally be okay,

Putting them down

stoping them to slay me every day.

My heart, my life, hoping so badly to survive.

Always tricked by the same old click,

starting to see a pattern,

feeling it rushing through my body,

good having him to lean on not just anybody,

should not be so hard on myself and my heart,

letting it start pumping fresh blood through my body,

has to be the right poppy,

real not fake,

since when is life a piece of cake,

whilst me and my heart cannot wait for the next day and date to come,

as our eagle wings love the sun,

we ought to run,

running not sneaking,

not softly peaking out from inside of my heart,

more than anything I wish to have a head start,

however the stars age a lot older and wiser,

him being a glorious adviser,

me being more the improviser,

my inner eagle becoming more and more an analyser,

leaving the cold wind behind,

striving through warmer wind,

Lifting the eagles eyes from the bottom of my heart,

up to the Star in the sky,

we combined in the new wind,

there is peace in my mind,

now finally I say what more can I find and fight for during day and night,

now having a light shining my way,

now feeling okay.

One family under the Sun

One may say the clouds hanging down weak today,

The Summer still asleep,

breathing in and out the cold air on this day,

wishing for a warmer day to sneak out of the hay,

wishing my life going my way.

Stored energy running through my veins just a quick as the clouds fly over my house,

no complaints anymore my Queen-nature,

you and I reaching out to each other,

you holding me in your hands, whilst me not being bigger than a field mouse,

my spouse are you ready for our legacy you and me making the scene,

Winters King ran out of time, you the Queen of Summer glister, his sister, knowing that he missed her, reading a good night story to him, good night and good bye my brother.

Sail on

Smile dial so fertile I could smile,

waiting while after while away, every day not okay but hey

I am your style your back up file for your profile, worthwhile versatile dating you, not the crew. In every bay we are on track, laying on your ship counting down sea mile after sea mile splashing, dashing a new memory into the waves with heavily raining energy today. The coastal Rocks, for some edges for us curves we surf.

Leaving behind our precious successions in the waves. Seeing ourselves as the finest selections of legends heading to the bridges on the pier.

My dear we are here with lots of fear but to live and laugh to craft our future. We ain’t need a life raft, it’s still all in my rough draft. Flying over the pages, so courageous stating the different stages. Debating about the future neutering jealousy among Souls that don’t have our goals which are not defined as masterminds, the best designs of all kinds, times yeah this rhymes. Read between the lines, it’s all clear, we aren’t fatigue, we have the right technique to climb the peak every time we speak we seek the top, we won’t stop, we pop, as we commence Greek, freak the mountain week after week. Our Relationship unique and deep, deep, deep, feeding the hours with my little hand and your big hand, giving us someone to believe in, but for us to say we won under the sun, we still need to run, it’s not yet done, we at the peak still leaking the fun, seeking for more than a streak of humour. Please no tumour, wished I met you sooner. But life is no blooper, the siren of the virus in every iris, the wind on top of the mountain changes blameless, our emotions outrageous, forced to pages full a patients, the former patients now contagious. Ambitious words, getting repetitious.

Feed the lines, in these times with hours full of our squeaks, since we have the right Techniques. We are unstoppable, yet sometimes unstable but able to work at the operational table, we cooperate we debate, we don’t fake both at our lake, we’re living for our sake. Shake off the hate, lift off to the high sky ally, we ain’t gonna dye we fly to Versailles, surviving the wilds, whilst smiling goodbyes, through our eyes, no lies, but true, yahoo!

We are having fun too, acting, reacting, distracting, interacting, attracting, contacting, adapting, relaxing and lasting dashing along with the fashion.

Splashing through Waves up and down its our town, which brings back the light, no end in sight, future bright, we’re all right after all not small, but tall, tall, tall, we talk, we walk, we rock doc, the logbook always in our hands.

Riding from coast to coast, without giving a toast, roasting it, boasting with our impression in every new session. Attention I forgot to mention. And every chapter A new laughter, baffling traveling, over the sea to you and me. You’re bunny funny honey, me on my keens with glee,

following our sweet talk against the time clock have you check the deck for tonight’s catwalk, grill the bill you spend already on this cookbook look up to this Girl, keep swirling around her, view the Pearl her tears form after each storm look up hook up bite, sting, swing my ray, save the day for you and me.

Gliding from crave to crave, enough of this slave, waive him goodbye, you gave me the bravery to stay safe. Tension is rising, but we know how to act out the surprising, apprehension all over the mansion, yet our new dimension serves prevention.

We having the right intention, acting funny like the Easter bunny, hiding the eggs, well we both got money, tempting, spending not lending too much, otherwise it’ll be our last touch.

Guiding Guarding our way, I know it’s grave tough but we know how to behave.

We are cool we know the tool, love, love, love, cough, cave, shout out the doubt, we love the sound we found under the white lorry, what a story, with so much glory. A new territory for you and me to thrive and dive into. Emotions of intros floating through our hearts, the moment to stop moaning against the morning devoting our coaching to the rising rose between us she knowing now that she owes us, helping us, coping and hoping away the shadows we both froze, after more and more doze, she brightens, enlightens the horizons for our ship trip, so we don’t feel sick. We know the trick. No wrinkles to twinkle at, mingle more through an open door. We want more roaring towards the shore. Our pictures of life we can’t ignore, we care for life and ourselves, like a tidy bookshelf, it’s nearly twelve, a mentor for life, exploring the book store together sailing through page of tidal bore, encountering trap doors, not always knowing what to look for but always knowing the seashore is next door. Where the light house highlights mighty plight good night to daylight. Hoping to get it right, no apply to lie but to give incite with great delight.

Future lights insight, leaving the sun of done runs behind. Try, try, try to light through the fire, sire, the flames are winning higher height throughout the days of the blaze.

Tracing back to where it all started, hearted, yet life departed, where haze and hate made our days, not bright, no light, no flames insight.

No flare, no glare, no gleam glow to show. Always out and about to go out to a nightclub, no lightbulb to pull us up, we’re always like, hey what’s up, we’re on the top, no stop, no stop, no stop, solb we nod, help us God, we’re such fraud.

But now we’re awed, that’s our greatest Reward, us holding the lightning rod, fishing rod, no odd, applaud, clap, clap, clap. Cream all over the theme, snap, smart around the tart cherry my berry, it’s no such thing as a Fairy tally. Scream out the dream, blow it, we own it, both the poet of our life’s throughout the past, present and the very last times. Enough with these crimes.

Spring Timediamond

Its spring let me fly on my wing,

sing with me under daylights sun bokeh, it’s a whole different swing and jazz than the winter wonderland has.

Dancing away the last snowflakes, twirling towards the ground, the sound of birds aloud over them, with the count to ten the water drops are born again, now and then, once again a spectacle to witness over and over again, to entertain our human brain.

Insane temperatures our bodies feel again, winters frost washed down the drain, a stain in my brain, a feeling a can’t maintain for very long, a new song in my head, not dropped dead yet, my body is here to sustain the new game of winter wonderlands pain, attacked by Mr. Springs darting flame.

Spring will win at last, just seen the weather forecast, let’s cast the new sky and say Hi to the newly grown flowers, towers erupting of them, interrupting the green of the grass, clean up the mass of winters dirt, pull out your skirt, a flirt with Mr Springs concert, at first a controvert, with temperatures rising and falling not even lasting to the next morning, but then the yearning to be loved by Mr. Prince Charming Spring himself, have a bit of him yourself, don’t hide away behind Winters bookshelf, counting to twelve for you to come and lay down in the sun, right next to a new town of flowers, do you feel the powers of self-assertion, braking free of the corrosion on winters skin, his emotions distressed, knowing he can’t win, laying his head underground to rest, shuffling his self, deep under the surface, who knows if he sees this as a battleground should he come around again, who knows how this turns out, maybe profound, but for now only Mr. Spring is allowed to twist and turn as it is his return, let him give you the burn!

The

My heart is drifting away from you and me. All of the shattered pieces, exploded by the massive heat my love brought to us, drain down in my flesh, like lava through stone. Everything without you is a mess, trying so hard to live the spirit my own heart once produced without you, before you concord my life, before you came/became my life. Never felt anything like this. Love, mature love. I want to see you happy this is all I live for, not more. With great distance between us I can’t see you, merely feel you and with each turn of planet earth I have to gain strength to hold on to my endless love for you. You’ll never be forgotten. The hardest part is that I love you but you don’t love me, but that’s not the hardest even, the hardest is that i’ll love you still, keep loving you, till my last breath stroke and help me god let this be way beyond the days I can count now. Not touching you, feels like I am on fire, not speaking to you is suffocating. My heart yearning to breath, slowly inhales more and more slow. Till the peak, pauses, then reminds me that you need me and that there are many days to come to hear you smile, fast, faster, the fastest pumps for us, but what is us, without you, I am just me, but I need a two. Stains and you keep me alive, please survive.

Amen

Tick-tock, tick-tock, beat, beat, heat, heat, the time endlessly running through my veins. Awaiting anxiously the next day to hear your voice the voice that keeps me alive. The Voice with the same pitch forms the melody of my heart beat. Not hearing it I can’t make out the rhythm, forgetting who I was, who I am, who I could be without you I’m not me. The pace of my heart slowing down like winter frost, losing the melody, losing your voice not having a choice. But just waiting till the TickTock ends is not my destiny, it’s resuscitating my heart with every picture that comes to my mind of you, every inch of your existence you granted me, bewings me and my chest, never giving my soul a rest. Other voices crashing through this system, interrupting the still new-born melody, not giving her a chance to grow, to evolve to something greater, to something stable, eradicating the life out of her, sucking out the blood. The soul trembling through a dark silent night. Holding its very only glowing candle, it’s faith, lighted up, recalled out of your melody you exhaled into me, with your last vocals you gifted me, merely, barely 1440 seconds ago. Counting the breaths, I have to take till your next blessing. Only to feel more depressed once more after the echo of your melody disappears once more, leaving me sore core. I wished for more. But who am I to wish for more I should be thankful for what I get, don’t regret, don’t upset, no bet, no game, no losing, no winning, but brimming with tears, tears from the dark clouds above me, vaporizing yet and again into the sky composing a new scene of darkness. Every breath take, for tears sake, making it hard to believe receiving your relief. A white swan braking through the darkness being loved regardless of being heartless. Swan torn reborn on the throne, the melody kicking in again, tick tock, heat beat, off the seat, treat, retreat, other voices defeat, pleat, white heat, repeat, repeat, repeat. Why the need to repeat. I’ll tell you, it’s just for one guy, in a love-struck sky making me high, that’s my daily lullaby.

My heart skidding across the frozen Sea. Waiting to be smashed against the next coastal rocks. Not knowing which direction will be its end. Breaking, cracking the ice under it with every heavy heart beat. Another threat. The sounds of beats forming a funnel tunnel over the ice, spread out like veins. Veins need a lung. But where is that? Where is the fun! Is it gone. Taking you from me. Leaving sparks in the dark, recalling your silhouette, surrounded by these last lights. My heart breaking the pieces of ice apart, like a lost piece of Art. Tangled up inside, dangling under the surface of the ice not knowing the right angel to climb back onto the ice.

Sadness, madness all over the canvas. Vanished under the ice anguished in darkness, one would say it’s harmless. Just wait till the next day. Your heart well be wormed by the sun, the ice will melt, pains will never be felt, but once the night has begun, the harsh air will be there.

Stitching my heart with your enrichment, you once gave me. I love you tons! That’s not a rumour, I love your humour. Sometimes I look into the mirror to be nearer to you.

Infinity

Crashing through the Chromatica the Gaga Land, the neverland of today. Never ever see you, never ever be your type, no matter which picture of mine you swipe, forget the hype about love, see above, see dove, see my dope, my last hope the music, elusive the never ever neverland for me to be free. Band from us, from the sand between us on the beach, from the teach today, now and then. Counting to ten, till the midnight’s hour judgment passes, releasing masses of uptight energy stored, adored onboard the ride, of gliding, glittering, bittering, Angelwing’s flight, towards the fight against night, biting rumours in the rhythm of this thunder and lighting, don’t go under the thunder, don’t drown yourself on your sea, plea with me, don’t flee the glee of glory in this story of furore,

I am all horney, your chick needs corny, you and me together in your little, tittle, tattle lorry. Is everything hunky-dory?

The

I wished my heart could beat for two. The Girl inside my head screaming the at the dark lights. Emotions kept deep and tight down and up. Like my chest heated heart. Darting in the same rhythm your arrows where shot at me. You knowing me for loving you endlessly. In the entire eternity you need me, but what is left, of my chest. No Rest in Reality no hiding in the prism, being free not in prison. Sharing my love is my mission. But I need a reason, I need your tongue, wild swung deep down my throat. Please run towards the Sun, I don’t want to cease my only love for you, my hone, your the one. My love only just begun. Without you it’s no fun, to be under the midnights sun, everything seems to be undone, unsaid, unfelt, my bad, my melt, I hope it is not late, for a good debate. This game is no fake, it’s for our sake. So take me to the battlefield, armour me with your shield, don’t hit the brake, don’t consulate, be bride awake in this debate. Life is no piece of Cake. Turn the page at this stage.

Riot

It’s time to lay everything on the line, my lion. Lay on, pull the trigger, getting sicker of your liver. Scissors diving the red shed of love, beset by cloudy doubts, saying it out loud, shouting out the overcrowded amount of emotions, in the tears, filling brimming with Oceans, never seen the token in this Sea, of this lame darting game. Thought we were the same, now shamed, numb, no fun, tonnes weighing me down, feelings I can’t outrun, like the Sun. Twirling thunderstorms can’t be undone. Twisting the mist so quick, that I am getting sick of your trick. Flicking, kicking me out. Please, please, don’t shout! Frowning at me, darting me to my departure, leaving behind a fracture, your are not a good actor with your dart, your art framed loosely-lame, shame, shame, shame on you, for you to tame me, to claim me in this game. Me thought to numb.

But my humming through the true new wind is, unstoppable with every drop, honourable and audible, likeable, lovable, adorable, desirable phenomenal, endurable, unmistakable,

liable, undeniable, confrontational, sensational, not once an irrational fashion of my passion, cashing in on your fraud, giving me a new thought. Why cry, for a guy, wanting to be a fly on the wall. But I am tall, you small, crawling on your knees till nights fall, this is it for once and for all.

Passing by my life on my sleigh, no hey, no day, not okay, praying with every cell too get me out of this hell, why did I fall for you, your so rude to me, I can’t be free. The real me, somewhere at the end of the tunnel, a lifetime distance away. No couple in sight of this daylight, repeat, defeat the cold, heat the seat be neat. Heading for the inside of the tunnel, to the bubble of darkness, harnessing black stars full of ashes, flirting with the fire. God lord, handle the Sire. Before my flower of goodness retires. Leaving me blood soaked, evoking the fires in me. No flee, no plea, please don’t see this me.

Loves

Feeling sore more than ever before. My heart skipping, trembling down the ail, no smile. Not even after a while. My cheek, sweet but way too much heat. Heat of the flesh, rising towards the room, knowing that I am incomplete without you. My whole body shaking, braking, in the nervousness of it’s own Skyline, going up and down, like the Silhouette of the buildings, willing to run free from the anxiety, the fire coming closer to the city’s heart, shattered like the glass frame of a piece of art, darting to escape the flames, blaming the elite, for the unmovable feet. In shock over my rating, no longer debating stalks on the market, no talk, no walk, just block after block, the heart stops, drops down in town, mental break down, shake, shake, shake, no piece of cake, heat the date, can’t await rescue, from the frescos, shining through the light of the flames. This monster of emotions will never be tamed, for the better, my eyes getting wetter. End of the tether.

Hell

Clocks are ticking the time away, day after day. Some days rock, some days flop, some are just for pop, on the carpet before the fire, harnessing, harvesting the hell of fire love. Love can be tough, so please don’t cough, there ain’t gonna be enough Oxygen in this hell, for us both to be swell. Don’t yell the air away it will tear us apart. My dear we have to care, blare for us not for hell. Taking the gloom out of the darkness dooms the hells light and lets us win the fight, to get it right. Brighten up our days in our ways, finding out of the maze, be amazed by the beauty around us. Bound to be explored more, way beyond the shore.

Behind the Waves, glistening kindness on the water calling to us.

We whispering back pure love attack we’re back, no lack of the black, yet getting wet of the colors our tears shine, you’re not mine, I am not yours, but together we are open doors for a new course, the source of the heaven hell bell, ringing towards the new century of serenity for Humanity.

Timeless Tara

All those rhyme schemes in my head, I’d better try relaxing instead, otherwise everything comes back in red, ready go and set, I don’t know where all of this was kept, it’s like a reset in my own body and nobody told me or showed me. It’s like finally being alive, diving through the words, while my hair curls up, the excitement, my best friend, the spirit I need, so hold up the speed, in this one long lasting tweet. Hoping that this is not too much to read, but to enjoy, me holding onto the best toy I ever had, just a few things can make me sad now, I bow, hearing this melody streaming through my heart, a piece of Art, a piece of Cake, it’s no fake but for now I am on a date with my poetry dime, having a whale of a time, about to cry and laugh, okay this must be it on my behalf, tomorrow I am ready for the next paragraph, ending my words with a big smile on my face, this is by far too seldom the case, a race against the time but I am holding on to the dime, using my life time to rhyme every single line on this planet, because I can do it, just have to prove it, so let’s groove and move it all together, no one else can do it better than us, just have the guts to follow your talent, for me it’s Poetry, I finally see, Tara Dierck and Poetry, one era, one Artwork, when I get to do Poetry it sets my poet free.

Villanellen Scream

Losing all scene of reality,

keeping me save and warm,

I will fight to be free.

My body at shore while my heart is at sea,

enough time to brainstorm,

losing all scene of reality.

Showing others I can’t agree,

being my own life form,

I will fight to be free.

I am just me,

on lots of these days reborn,

losing all scene of reality.

Have to see the real me,

No matter how I perform,

I will fight to be free.

Why can’t I see that she is me,

I don’t have to transform,

losing all scene of reality,

I will fight to be free.

Wake Up Call

Rushing through time and day,

hearing prayers underneath the layers of my beating heart, interfering smart,

taking one step at the time for the climb, crushing through time and day my way, please listen up to what I have to say

My Mind going wild these days,

in some ways good,

some days weighing down on my mood,

I am screwed

Shooting for the stars,

braking free behind the bars,

leaving behind Covid SARS,

open your jaws not for the test but for the lyrics coming up next

I will try to rhyme,

I will try to reach the dime of scheme,

yet I am not a machine,

hoping the lyrics and I are a good team

Planet earth crying with us,

our weakness her scar,

her skin getting wetter while we discuss,

just having left our car

We are to blame,

We ought to change,

We cannot lose the game,

We shall stop being strange,

Our words sounding cool,

Our thoughts are with planet earth,

whilst some of us act like a fool,

weakening her each day by giving birth

For us Sunrise and Sunset,

For the revolving Planet Earth too much Sun to get,

Winter Wonder Lands dream,

replaced by our sun cream

Let us stay alive,

Let Planet Earth survive,

Let us create more memories for our hard drive,

Us together,

against no matter what type of weather

The relationship put to the test,

our hearts both beating through our chest

We are so much alike,

Two Hearts one soul,

having their best rock and roll,

sometimes acting deathlike

Change of our Mindset,

Change of our DNA,

Are all the things we haven’t done yet

We think we are okay,

not changing our genes,

a prize nobody wants to pay,

Although having the means,

who is to go that far,

instead watching horrifying news on our screens,

But let’s continue to blame the car,

it is not the only headache we should experience,

to not go extinct our genes will have to sprit like a jaguar,

Wished I had that gene spinning Jaguar, while driving my car, wishing upon a star that he would be as fast as the car, at least this is my memoir, hopefully the next icon on your task bar, send this far to several of your contacts, we cannot relax otherwise will have to pay a high death tax.

Branch English Poems from A-Z

04 Jun 2025

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