zik
zik
1 day ago      6 seconds ago

Ho, ho, ho, ho
don't make him foe
hee, hee, hee, hee
please look at me
pip, pip, pip, pip
walk, walk don't trip
pile, pile, pile, pile
keep on you smile
so, so, so, so
keep aim you go
hi, hi, hi, hi
God bless you joy
bye, bye, bye, bye
good bye good bye

Poem for children
#poetry   #god   #good   #smile   #no   #bye   #bless   #trip   #walk   #zik  
ellie
ellie
5 hours ago      12 minutes ago

Chipped nails and ripped tights,
she is delicate and mysterious and beautiful,
but still so dead inside.

Haiku
#sad   #depression   #girl   #haiku   #beautiful   #she   #delicate  
Sequoya
Sequoya
20 hours ago      20 minutes ago

If words were bodies
Then poems would be fists
And art would be the way
I felt when we kissed

Because music would be the pulses
Soaring through my wrists
And our breaths would be lies
Disguised as hot mist

#lies   #words   #art   #music   #poems   #bodies   #fists  

Ah! changed and cold, how changed and very cold!
  With stiffened smiling lips and cold calm eyes:
  Changed, yet the same; much knowing, little wise;
This was the promise of the days of old!
Grown hard and stubborn in the ancient mould,
  Grown rigid in the sham of lifelong lies:
  We hoped for better things as years would rise,
But it is over as a tale once told.
All fallen the blossom that no fruitage bore,
  All lost the present and the future time,
All lost, all lost, the lapse that went before:
So lost till death shut-to the opened door,
  So lost from chime to everlasting chime,
So cold and lost forever evermore.

Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest)
Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles,
The rushing amorous contact high in space together,
The clinching interlocking claws, a living, fierce, gyrating wheel,
Four beating wings, two beaks, a swirling mass tight grappling,
In tumbling turning clustering loops, straight downward falling,
’Till o’er the river pois’d, the twain yet one, a moment’s lull,
A motionless still balance in the air, then parting, talons loosing,
Upward again on slow-firm pinions slanting, their separate diverse flight,
She hers, he his, pursuing.

1309

The Infinite a sudden Guest
Has been assumed to be—
But how can that stupendous come
Which never went away?

Heavens-Rain
16 hours ago      58 minutes ago

All week busy, noise, no rest
People coming and going
Life abounds
Friday comes
Depart
The weekend is here
Silence
I'm by myself
Finally!
Now what?
I didn't make any plans
Everyone's out
And I'm not tired
Silence
The weekend is over
And so it begins again

 
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