K10SW - Hello Poetry

Falling As I stand on the street corner, clothes drenched with rain. I watch as the clouds overhead torment the earth with their tears. Falling Falling Falling The water splashes against my face, hiding my own raindrops as the sorrow becomes one. I look around and notice I’m alone. The rain grows harder. Falling Falling Falling I take a step and find the puddle that has grown deeper and wider during the downpour. I begin to sink into the cold, bottomless pool as the rain begins its torrential crescendo. Falling Falling Falling I feel a hand wrap around mine and pull, saving me from the sorrow and darkness that was my fate. I gather my footing among the leftover drops of rain and take in my rescuer. Falling Falling Falling I gaze into her stormy blue eyes and live a lifetime in the span of a second I follow her brown hair as it surrounds her face like a painter’s perfect frame. I catch the warm, inviting smile and suddenly forget the bone-chilling malaise that soaked me. I see the knowing expression pressed on her face, finding solace in the shared storm. I feel her touch and know that I’m wanted, that I’m safe. Once again, I find myself Falling Falling Falling.

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Nov 15, 2024

Nov 15, 2024 at 8:26 PM UTC

Falling

Falling As I stand on the street corner, clothes drenched with rain. I watch as the clouds overhead torment the earth with their tears. Falling Falling Falling The water splashes against my face, hiding my own raindrops as the sorrow becomes one. I look around and notice I’m alone. The rain grows harder. Falling Falling Falling I take a step and find the puddle that has grown deeper and wider during the downpour. I begin to sink into the cold, bottomless pool as the rain begins its torrential crescendo. Falling Falling Falling I feel a hand wrap around mine and pull, saving me from the sorrow and darkness that was my fate. I gather my footing among the leftover drops of rain and take in my rescuer. Falling Falling Falling I gaze into her stormy blue eyes and live a lifetime in the span of a second I follow her brown hair as it surrounds her face like a painter’s perfect frame. I catch the warm, inviting smile and suddenly forget the bone-chilling malaise that soaked me. I see the knowing expression pressed on her face, finding solace in the shared storm. I feel her touch and know that I’m wanted, that I’m safe. Once again, I find myself Falling Falling Falling.

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The stars blinked their watchful eyes The wind whispered its chilling secret The water lapped its bubbling tales The birds chirped their jubilant lullabies As the sky continued its midnight slumber Time marched on The clouds rolled out their wispy carpet The leaves shook their rustling dance The grass bowed its head low The blanket rested its warm embrace As the moon ambled its unwavering path Time lumbered forward The laughter rang its gleeful tone The conversations carried their bonded words The stories gave their earned trust The memories stored their detailed pictures As silence settled into its comforting hum Time forged ahead As our wishes tossed their hopeful expectations Time began to slow As our words sang their secret song Time eased its pace As our eyes shared their soulful gaze Time. Stood. Still.

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Nov 6, 2024

Nov 6, 2024 at 8:22 PM UTC

Still

The stars blinked their watchful eyes The wind whispered its chilling secret The water lapped its bubbling tales The birds chirped their jubilant lullabies As the sky continued its midnight slumber Time marched on The clouds rolled out their wispy carpet The leaves shook their rustling dance The grass bowed its head low The blanket rested its warm embrace As the moon ambled its unwavering path Time lumbered forward The laughter rang its gleeful tone The conversations carried their bonded words The stories gave their earned trust The memories stored their detailed pictures As silence settled into its comforting hum Time forged ahead As our wishes tossed their hopeful expectations Time began to slow As our words sang their secret song Time eased its pace As our eyes shared their soulful gaze Time. Stood. Still.

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I picked up poetry to write what I can’t say to anyone. I picked up guitar to play what words couldn’t find. Tell me why I’m running out of both ink and melody. Why has the pen run dry and the strings snap? Why has music failed to speak when the words faltered? Why have my words fallen short when music is silenced? Neither letters nor notes carry the weight I seek them to bear. Neither sonnet nor symphonies echo loud enough for my meaning to be heard. But I shall continue to write, continue to play. Because when the pen runs dry and the strings snap, there will still be creation left to do. There will still be a heart that beats the rhythm of a soul with a message to be shared.

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Nov 2, 2024

Nov 2, 2024 at 6:38 PM UTC

Run Dry

I picked up poetry to write what I can’t say to anyone. I picked up guitar to play what words couldn’t find. Tell me why I’m running out of both ink and melody. Why has the pen run dry and the strings snap? Why has music failed to speak when the words faltered? Why have my words fallen short when music is silenced? Neither letters nor notes carry the weight I seek them to bear. Neither sonnet nor symphonies echo loud enough for my meaning to be heard. But I shall continue to write, continue to play. Because when the pen runs dry and the strings snap, there will still be creation left to do. There will still be a heart that beats the rhythm of a soul with a message to be shared.

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