I was feeling the wet soil as i stepped on the fresh ley laid garden and i couldnt beleive i was home. i was back in peru and i was going to be here for the next three months. what was i going to do . i wandered if phil
ellie
ts earthy and dark and moist and warm. worms are there and healthy microorganisms plants grow and we love
kate
Top five layers of soil
The first one contains a tree
The second contains a bug
The third contains rock
The fourth contains a jar
The jar contains a broken dream
The broken dream contains a love
A love that lived
A life that rot
The top five layers of soil
Matt
moist dark and crawling with goodness
its mysteries scare and inspire
good things fester there
Suchitra Davies-Webb
The soil of today and tomorrow will be infinitely different. The soil of yesterday is tended to by the old, while today, we tend to it carelessly. To tomorrow, we can only hope something will grow.
Celia
The soil of today and tomorrow will be infinitely different. The soil of yesterday is tended to by the old, while today, we tend to it carelessly. To tomorrow, we can only hope something will grow.
Celia
It’s the foundation that allows for us all to be cradled in at one point. Dark wet but still oh so soft I love it and I hope it loves me
Tiffany
The soil will let things grow, though there’s an awful lot of space in it. Kinda makes me sad, all that space, like maybe the soil down there is lonely. Do the worms and all count as real company? Or are they to busy with decay to be friends?
Temes Libelle Marlin
MY friend got the same word.Why soil?Isn’t there another word in the whole fucking English language that you could choose?I guess this site likes dirt, odd.I like dirt too, i suppose.You know, until it gets under my fingernails.
Gena
dirt. make things grow. dirty laundry. shitting the bed. s before oil. dad grows lots of shit. jeans are ruined. knees are dirty.
Chris L.
Dark, rich, fragrant soil, cool to the touch, lays in my hand. This dirt patch has been handed down from generation to generation since the Civil War. What would we do without it ? It keeps us safe and secure? In turn we care for it’s every need. We owe this land ever thing and without it, we are lost.
Paulie
soil allows for so much wonder in the world. Plants, rock bands, etc. So I say thank you soil, that you for being so cool. Also it doesn’t taste half bad, especially if you only have tesco’s own brand peaches to hand.
Teh Rob
I love you more than life itself Kathy…you are the soil in which I grow…of course you will never know that,because you don’t love me the way that i will ALWAYS love you
george
As she turned the soil over, bent amongst the irises and canna lillies, she inhales the humus, feels the sun on her face, kneels back and thanks God above for this day, then digs again, and hits bone.
The third time she digs deeper, she brings up, soil-bound, a perfectly formed left hand.
SandraR
soil that covered her hands from digging. She had been working in her garden most of the day, ignoring her phone ringing, and any other contact that would bring her back from the small world that is her garden. It was her real home, moreso than any other town she had ever lived in.
auroraspin3
I soiled myself in disbelief. It was astonishing, the single most amazing thing I had ever tasted. It was like it normally was only smoother, creamier, sweeter than anything I had ever before experienced. I vowed that forever more I would open my milk carton from the side labelled ‘Do not open this side’. I put down the glass and went to change my pants.
Damo
…Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…
You’re all locked away under-earth and the grass is growing green with envy. Are your nails clawing against the soil? Is your mouth opened in silence?
…and that’s what they say about dead people…
Anna
How can you soil something if nature is the purest thing there is?
I pause, pen in mouth, notepad down, scribbling ‘hate’ in loopy letters.
Myona
Soil is deep but it pushes things upward – Flowers and trees – all it takes is dead stuff and worms to make the miracle work
Soil contains oil which is curious since it rhymes
When I meet someone and they have soil under thier fingertips- I trust them because I know they are a gardener
Andrewr
Soil is dirt. Dirt is egotistical poem writers who think everything they write is so god damn deep and personal.
Rusty
the soil smelled rich, comforting, like rainstorms and life. she dug into it with her bare hands, fingers caked with earth, nails aching. she found little white roots gasping for water, smooth round stones like candies, coins that hadn’t seen daylight in years, tiny little earthworms that wiggled away. she brushed them all away, tossing handfuls of the dirt next to her as she dug.
finally, she was done. the hole wasn’t very big, but it was enough. she brushed her hands on her jeans, legs so numb they barely felt the touch through denim. then she dug one hand into her pocket and pulled out the letter. she wanted to send it to him, but she never would. she placed it into the hole and smoothed the dirt back over it.
perhaps one day it would grow into a tree.
eli
It is meant for us to care, nourish, and utilize in a reponsible manner. It is there for us, and not us for it. Soil, is like a beutiful dirt, that we use, as humans, to grow foods, shit on it and then cover it like cats do, and to sherish
jo
I love the feel of the dirt, the coolness, the life that is within…the soil that provides us with food and shade, it feeds all, it starts the circle.
nat
pee pee pee
yes!
Potting the green leaves and spoiling the earth’s beauty,
magnificent
delirious taste and beauty enrapturing
if i could hold you for eternity
i’m enthralled in your grace
when my time on earth is done
return to where i’m from
nicolas
the earth is composed of much soil..soil is the f=root of all things living it provides us wjith minerals to keep us healthy and also with the nutrientsa to help support plant life which nourishes our bodies.
cathy
a laundry hamper and a pair of sheets and detergent and you are gone. the fluorescent lights are the soundtrack to my farewell, each skin cell woven into the cotton 300-counts being cleansed away with a couple of quarters. you’re not the cheap kid, though, and this can’t get any harder. but what about the fabric softener?…
carolyn
soil is outsaid and is dirty but also nice for planting and is brown and is where worms live and they are squirmy. i love soil. its awesome.
sarahcat94
soil is the earth’s life form. It is what keeps us alive, What allows us to be… Soil.. grass, trees, animals, food, US…. brown. Dirt….
YP
The soil is so moist and wet – the rain continues to fall. Will there be an end to this dreadful summer filled with cool climate and too much precipitation. At least the soil is giving to the plants and they are flourishing with wonder. All is green and blossoming!
CJ
Soil? That reminds me of the day we dug that huge hole so we could grow cannabis.
And actually, it took me a while to think of a memory of you. So, maybe that means I’m getting better.
And maybe I don’t need you.
Amanda
Today is where it has happened. Things are dirty and I cannot bring myself to pick up, to get up from my chair, to stop watching TV and messaging my parents and emailing people for work. I just have to go in to the other room and put dishes in the dish washer and hit a button. It’s not hard.
Why. What’s wrong. I don’t know. Things are soiled and I can fix it.
Laura
in the ground. plants grow from it. it is brown made of decomposed animals and dead plants and things. tastes bad. do not eat. good for gardening worms like it too.
cat
Soil is dirty, yucky, grimy. It gets under your finger nails. All over your clothes. But it helps plants grow, keeps them alive. It is home to beautiful flowers. All colors of the rainbow. Terrible and wonderful.
M
i think that it is soft, and very nutricious for my little body that i love. i like to lay in it and get all muddy when it is wet. i like to take awseome photos but people in the background screw it up.
bob
So i was talking down the street, is was paved, there was nothing but the lampost and the buildings. everything looks so perfect, so clean, so unnatural. I couldn’t stand it, where was the ground, where was the life. the soil… the dirt. something to say that there was life, but all i saw was the pavement, clean and perfect.
kasyn
i love to dig in the soil.it is moist deep and soft. most of the time.the other time sis because worms dont thrive and they dont poop which makes it soil enriched which makes it soft and sweet. i like killing worms its cool and they stil live most of the time which i think is cool
kyanna
i love to dig in the soil.it is moist deep and soft. most of the time.the other time sis because worms dont thrive and they dont poop which makes it soil enriched which makes it soft and sweet. i like killing worms its cool and they stil live most of the time which i think is cool
kyanna
cold beneath my bare feet
sinking in
the soils comfort wafts up
i am connected to the earth
dancing on the surface
breathing in the air
sinking slightly with each step
cold, comforting
April Lindfors
standing two feet on the ground, soil on my soles, I wonder how my head could have been so far up in the clouds.
I was feeling the wet soil as i stepped on the fresh ley laid garden and i couldnt beleive i was home. i was back in peru and i was going to be here for the next three months. what was i going to do . i wandered if phil
ts earthy and dark and moist and warm. worms are there and healthy microorganisms plants grow and we love
Top five layers of soil
The first one contains a tree
The second contains a bug
The third contains rock
The fourth contains a jar
The jar contains a broken dream
The broken dream contains a love
A love that lived
A life that rot
The top five layers of soil
moist dark and crawling with goodness
its mysteries scare and inspire
good things fester there
The soil of today and tomorrow will be infinitely different. The soil of yesterday is tended to by the old, while today, we tend to it carelessly. To tomorrow, we can only hope something will grow.
The soil of today and tomorrow will be infinitely different. The soil of yesterday is tended to by the old, while today, we tend to it carelessly. To tomorrow, we can only hope something will grow.
It’s the foundation that allows for us all to be cradled in at one point. Dark wet but still oh so soft I love it and I hope it loves me
The soil will let things grow, though there’s an awful lot of space in it. Kinda makes me sad, all that space, like maybe the soil down there is lonely. Do the worms and all count as real company? Or are they to busy with decay to be friends?
MY friend got the same word.Why soil?Isn’t there another word in the whole fucking English language that you could choose?I guess this site likes dirt, odd.I like dirt too, i suppose.You know, until it gets under my fingernails.
dirt. make things grow. dirty laundry. shitting the bed. s before oil. dad grows lots of shit. jeans are ruined. knees are dirty.
Dark, rich, fragrant soil, cool to the touch, lays in my hand. This dirt patch has been handed down from generation to generation since the Civil War. What would we do without it ? It keeps us safe and secure? In turn we care for it’s every need. We owe this land ever thing and without it, we are lost.
soil allows for so much wonder in the world. Plants, rock bands, etc. So I say thank you soil, that you for being so cool. Also it doesn’t taste half bad, especially if you only have tesco’s own brand peaches to hand.
I love you more than life itself Kathy…you are the soil in which I grow…of course you will never know that,because you don’t love me the way that i will ALWAYS love you
As she turned the soil over, bent amongst the irises and canna lillies, she inhales the humus, feels the sun on her face, kneels back and thanks God above for this day, then digs again, and hits bone.
The third time she digs deeper, she brings up, soil-bound, a perfectly formed left hand.
soil that covered her hands from digging. She had been working in her garden most of the day, ignoring her phone ringing, and any other contact that would bring her back from the small world that is her garden. It was her real home, moreso than any other town she had ever lived in.
I soiled myself in disbelief. It was astonishing, the single most amazing thing I had ever tasted. It was like it normally was only smoother, creamier, sweeter than anything I had ever before experienced. I vowed that forever more I would open my milk carton from the side labelled ‘Do not open this side’. I put down the glass and went to change my pants.
…Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…
You’re all locked away under-earth and the grass is growing green with envy. Are your nails clawing against the soil? Is your mouth opened in silence?
…and that’s what they say about dead people…
How can you soil something if nature is the purest thing there is?
I pause, pen in mouth, notepad down, scribbling ‘hate’ in loopy letters.
Soil is deep but it pushes things upward – Flowers and trees – all it takes is dead stuff and worms to make the miracle work
Soil contains oil which is curious since it rhymes
When I meet someone and they have soil under thier fingertips- I trust them because I know they are a gardener
Soil is dirt. Dirt is egotistical poem writers who think everything they write is so god damn deep and personal.
the soil smelled rich, comforting, like rainstorms and life. she dug into it with her bare hands, fingers caked with earth, nails aching. she found little white roots gasping for water, smooth round stones like candies, coins that hadn’t seen daylight in years, tiny little earthworms that wiggled away. she brushed them all away, tossing handfuls of the dirt next to her as she dug.
finally, she was done. the hole wasn’t very big, but it was enough. she brushed her hands on her jeans, legs so numb they barely felt the touch through denim. then she dug one hand into her pocket and pulled out the letter. she wanted to send it to him, but she never would. she placed it into the hole and smoothed the dirt back over it.
perhaps one day it would grow into a tree.
It is meant for us to care, nourish, and utilize in a reponsible manner. It is there for us, and not us for it. Soil, is like a beutiful dirt, that we use, as humans, to grow foods, shit on it and then cover it like cats do, and to sherish
I love the feel of the dirt, the coolness, the life that is within…the soil that provides us with food and shade, it feeds all, it starts the circle.
pee pee pee
Potting the green leaves and spoiling the earth’s beauty,
magnificent
delirious taste and beauty enrapturing
if i could hold you for eternity
i’m enthralled in your grace
when my time on earth is done
return to where i’m from
the earth is composed of much soil..soil is the f=root of all things living it provides us wjith minerals to keep us healthy and also with the nutrientsa to help support plant life which nourishes our bodies.
a laundry hamper and a pair of sheets and detergent and you are gone. the fluorescent lights are the soundtrack to my farewell, each skin cell woven into the cotton 300-counts being cleansed away with a couple of quarters. you’re not the cheap kid, though, and this can’t get any harder. but what about the fabric softener?…
soil is outsaid and is dirty but also nice for planting and is brown and is where worms live and they are squirmy. i love soil. its awesome.
soil is the earth’s life form. It is what keeps us alive, What allows us to be… Soil.. grass, trees, animals, food, US…. brown. Dirt….
The soil is so moist and wet – the rain continues to fall. Will there be an end to this dreadful summer filled with cool climate and too much precipitation. At least the soil is giving to the plants and they are flourishing with wonder. All is green and blossoming!
Soil? That reminds me of the day we dug that huge hole so we could grow cannabis.
And actually, it took me a while to think of a memory of you. So, maybe that means I’m getting better.
And maybe I don’t need you.
Today is where it has happened. Things are dirty and I cannot bring myself to pick up, to get up from my chair, to stop watching TV and messaging my parents and emailing people for work. I just have to go in to the other room and put dishes in the dish washer and hit a button. It’s not hard.
Why. What’s wrong. I don’t know. Things are soiled and I can fix it.
in the ground. plants grow from it. it is brown made of decomposed animals and dead plants and things. tastes bad. do not eat. good for gardening worms like it too.
Soil is dirty, yucky, grimy. It gets under your finger nails. All over your clothes. But it helps plants grow, keeps them alive. It is home to beautiful flowers. All colors of the rainbow. Terrible and wonderful.
i think that it is soft, and very nutricious for my little body that i love. i like to lay in it and get all muddy when it is wet. i like to take awseome photos but people in the background screw it up.
So i was talking down the street, is was paved, there was nothing but the lampost and the buildings. everything looks so perfect, so clean, so unnatural. I couldn’t stand it, where was the ground, where was the life. the soil… the dirt. something to say that there was life, but all i saw was the pavement, clean and perfect.
i love to dig in the soil.it is moist deep and soft. most of the time.the other time sis because worms dont thrive and they dont poop which makes it soil enriched which makes it soft and sweet. i like killing worms its cool and they stil live most of the time which i think is cool
i love to dig in the soil.it is moist deep and soft. most of the time.the other time sis because worms dont thrive and they dont poop which makes it soil enriched which makes it soft and sweet. i like killing worms its cool and they stil live most of the time which i think is cool
cold beneath my bare feet
sinking in
the soils comfort wafts up
i am connected to the earth
dancing on the surface
breathing in the air
sinking slightly with each step
cold, comforting
standing two feet on the ground, soil on my soles, I wonder how my head could have been so far up in the clouds.