Category: Poems

By Maya Green The pressure is persistent, unrelentingThere is desperation in the airSubtle conditioning paves the wayFor the final sting — it’s surely coming Beware

By Maya Green We live in the cityBut my, our mannersAre not much betterNo, not any better No better than thoseWho live in the countryWhom

By Maya Green If trees could speakWhat would they say?If trees could speakHow would they pray? If trees could cryWill they be shy?Yes, trees do

By Maya Green O Sojourner, along life’s path remember these truths: Life is the bridge — the long narrow bridgeAnd raging streams, high mountains and

By Maya Green I once met an artist, a fervent apostateWho painted so many thingsHe even painted his own portraitsSome realistic, some just artistic flingsA

By MAYA GREEN Fully living through life —Passionate, present, involved;Immersed in the goings ons, and —Of the flows and ebbs,Yet is in, and outside, of

By MAYA GREEN It’s easy to ask the reason whyBut will we be able to understand the reply?Do we have the ears to listenYes, with

By MAYA GREEN Again, for those magical momentsIn nature’s presenceOn a misty mountain peakAnd a gentle breeze on my cheeks In nature’s presenceWhere nothing but

By MAYA GREEN Those magical momentsBesides a flowing mountain streamA gentle breeze in my faceWhat a comforting caress Nothing but nature’s sound is the musicEven

By MAYA GREEN Tell me, if you can,Could the speck of dust floating in the wind resist it?Or the blades of grass on the open