Kim - Hello Poetry

Is it maybe the rings of my life have increased? Or all along my eyes have been creased With rainbow colored petals that seized The crevice of a mind sunk, in naivete Now as I sit at life’s peak, I see The colors I often viewed were thorns And age has plucked him, Youth, who slit my eye. I see Now more than ever that time on earth is short And death has on a wall stuck a calendar yesterday the woman, next door, fallen Though her cheeks were heavy and plump. Today a man in the isle beside, fallen His milk carton still clutched in hand. Its tomorrow I fear, and pray. That the dreadful reaper has not on his date, The name that my family keeps For it seems that life is waiting Or feeble delaying The inevitable fall That comes for us all

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Dec 5, 2020

Dec 5, 2020 at 12:10 AM UTC

Kim

The Fall

Is it maybe the rings of my life have increased? Or all along my eyes have been creased With rainbow colored petals that seized The crevice of a mind sunk, in naivete Now as I sit at life’s peak, I see The colors I often viewed were thorns And age has plucked him, Youth, who slit my eye. I see Now more than ever that time on earth is short And death has on a wall stuck a calendar yesterday the woman, next door, fallen Though her cheeks were heavy and plump. Today a man in the isle beside, fallen His milk carton still clutched in hand. Its tomorrow I fear, and pray. That the dreadful reaper has not on his date, The name that my family keeps For it seems that life is waiting Or feeble delaying The inevitable fall That comes for us all

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Even as my eyes wither I do not wish to see them close, I do not wish for tomorrow Instead Let me see the night fade And the dawn burn the sky As I steel my soul

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Aug 12, 2020

Aug 12, 2020 at 5:49 AM UTC

Kim

Dread

Even as my eyes wither I do not wish to see them close, I do not wish for tomorrow Instead Let me see the night fade And the dawn burn the sky As I steel my soul

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Was It in the ages past? my memory seems to fade. When the azure notes of the sun rose, And with all the strength of small stocky legs We ran. Like wind chimes our screams danced in the air. Rose coloured eyes saw beyond the four walls that enclosed, If only we can grow grow grow. Never did we think that night would fall upon us, But time a bird hands can never clasp Brought upon us eternal night, We have grown grown grown. A curse, a hex we cast upon ourselves, for Our feet from under us were pulled, our dreams lurched from flowery meadows to marshes You alone were quick to stand, Deserted our castle in the air no weapon raised to steal your life or whispered words of trickery Abandoned, Cast away, Betrayed, The meadow that held our wings. In the murky waters of hope I am chained, with tired hands to scoop the mire from the waters But my eyes the traitors they stray. To the soldier. toiling without a cause, His shoulders studded with feathers. And In a moment with despair clutching my throat I wish To put down the burden To join the senseless march To her cloaked in the white blissful glow, I shout a cry But the tongue of those that dwell in the clouds falls upon your ears. Unheard. To Another, pitiful, wretched soul Shackled by drink and crystals. Unaware body and mind was long ago thieved, I turn away. What a shame it is to rot from within. This is what the long-awaited youth has brought The thief that perfectly stole. One is run into marital bliss, Another marches forever from dawn till dawn A poor soul scurries to the grave, jewels clutched in hand. And I forever chained to the dreams of a child.

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Jul 29, 2020

Jul 29, 2020 at 4:25 AM UTC

Kim

The Illusion of youth

Was It in the ages past? my memory seems to fade. When the azure notes of the sun rose, And with all the strength of small stocky legs We ran. Like wind chimes our screams danced in the air. Rose coloured eyes saw beyond the four walls that enclosed, If only we can grow grow grow. Never did we think that night would fall upon us, But time a bird hands can never clasp Brought upon us eternal night, We have grown grown grown. A curse, a hex we cast upon ourselves, for Our feet from under us were pulled, our dreams lurched from flowery meadows to marshes You alone were quick to stand, Deserted our castle in the air no weapon raised to steal your life or whispered words of trickery Abandoned, Cast away, Betrayed, The meadow that held our wings. In the murky waters of hope I am chained, with tired hands to scoop the mire from the waters But my eyes the traitors they stray. To the soldier. toiling without a cause, His shoulders studded with feathers. And In a moment with despair clutching my throat I wish To put down the burden To join the senseless march To her cloaked in the white blissful glow, I shout a cry But the tongue of those that dwell in the clouds falls upon your ears. Unheard. To Another, pitiful, wretched soul Shackled by drink and crystals. Unaware body and mind was long ago thieved, I turn away. What a shame it is to rot from within. This is what the long-awaited youth has brought The thief that perfectly stole. One is run into marital bliss, Another marches forever from dawn till dawn A poor soul scurries to the grave, jewels clutched in hand. And I forever chained to the dreams of a child.

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