PoppySeed
Hi! / / I'm Poppy. / I have been writing poetry for a few years now, and love the way it can express so many emotions. I also enjoy reading, canoeing (when I can), and taking photographs. / / I hope anyone who sees an area where I can improve my writing will SPEAK UP, and I wish you all a lovely day. :) / / P. Propper
Silly girl, don't cry alone.
Comfort is the soft murmur,
the gentle backrub,
and the cuddling
on a lumpy couch.
Silly girl, you cried alone
all those times
when you didn't have to.
Warm embrace, skin
pressed to yours,
holding you close,
the tears drip onto
covered shoulder
cold tiles a memory
Silly girl, fill yourself with happiness
after you let it all out,
instead of the chilly air
you **** up with desperation,
when you cry alone.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
As you write you are hundreds.
Become the thief, murderer, and sacrificed.
You stand at the crossroads,
leading the sheep
and angry bulls.
Feel for the nemesis,
Feel for the grandfather --
their fluttering leaves of childhood worries.
You must feel from the heart for the sad.
"Help Us"
**** Them"
You stand with one foot on each side
of that line drawn in the sand
with chalk.
Write, because in the pages
a rose is a poison, a city is a flower,
and the truth can leak from the pages,
and the fingers of the reader will absorb
and carry the truths to the heart.
Poppy P.
8/24/14
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 3:32 AM UTC
As they swirled above the clouds
Twisting in and out of existence
Heart fluttered, such as the wings of
Butterflies in my belly
The girl in the tree
Witnessed not what I did
As she called out my name
Voice of reason, guide me
Look, up here!
And the ladder I climbed to sanctuary
Was of oak and sap
Sticky with unknowing
And her hand touched mine
But her face was unseen
The dragons
Above, with jade scale and ivory claw
Swirled in the dance of
My eternal struggle
For knowledge
Enraptured
Captured, but not owned
Are these visions
The clouds darkened as my hand slipped
And I fell backwards
Seeing her dark hair
But her face was
Not there
And the wind picked up the new rain
Fresh, like the blood of dragons
In an epic twist of death
And poured it into my eyes
And though I slept soundly
Silence was always there
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
Everybody died today,
metamorphosis - never completed.
Maturity entrapped the folks,
even the children, teeny, tiny babes,
The stars never danced in their eyes;
the sky wouldn't allow Starry Nights.
I only ever told stories, those Wisdoms
passed on from my grandpap,
dissed in the corners of the streets,
I look up for my internal stars
and wish these people would combust
and finally clear the air
so my grandpap could breathe.
he only wanted to be heard
7/30/14
PPropper
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
~
And the skies find blue
On this morning in the city
With the temperature so warm
As I stand to find the meaning
Over asphalt centered lanes
With the street lights set on twinkle
When a billboard reaches out
With a message for the masses
Still my every thought is you
And I dream
~Chosen by my eyes to see the wonders love is bringing
Floating in my mind like endless butterflies a’ winging
Melodies of love as every meadowlark is singing
And I dream…oh I dream~
People rushing by
At an endless rate of hurry
With their boot straps in a bind
You can see their frowning faces
That new watch upon their arms
Flashing minutes changing hours
Till the meetings that they meet
And the notes they will be taking
Still my every thought is you
And I dream
~My heart it skips a beat within the rhythm of your smile
Sea shells on a beach now dance in ocean waving style
Meadows filled with green where we may lay a little while
And I dream…oh I dream~
Traffic jams ensue
Waving fists and shouting plenty
Driving slower than a snail
Move along we’re in a hurry
But the radio does play
I ignore the mass confusion
For the song that I now hear
Is the one you like to dance to
For my every thought is you
And I dream
~Cotton candy clouds project the colors of the evening
In and out of life with all the happiness now weaving
I am coming home, your open arms so soon receiving
And I dream…oh I dream~
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.
there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.
nobody ever finds
the one.
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
nothing else
fills.
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
I think "we are the hands of God"
but look to see ungodly people
ignore the signs for acts of Grace.
I think they think "why help these people
who do not help themselves?"
and I speak not the will of Jesus,
But of economy and inability,
"guide the lost and care
for the helpless."
They question God's presence,
scoff "some Master Plan"
but you cannot blame God
when our people are starving,
for he has provided us with plenty
if we would only split it together.
Each unanswered trial
is a lesson for someone,
an opportunity to reach out
and correct others, teach others.
I look around and think
"He must have great faith in us,
to hear us use His name in vain,
and still trust us to help
the children in this world walk."
I look and do not ask
for a kneeling prayer,
but for God's hands
to be used united in peace.
6/3/14
edited 7/29/14
P. Propper
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
I can't hear the words
you never said. And you don't answer
the questions in my eyes. A silent
understanding is beyond our wits-
I only ever wanted a hug.
5/13/14
PPropper
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
I have a hundred different memories of you,
a few more prominent than the rest,
but they're all good. I would tell you them,
but that would take hours, so I'll skip ahead.
The ending's the same, anyways (you won't miss much)-
You're The Best! are always the last three
words. I also want to say, I appreciate you,
because I know I can always rely
on you. And I love you, and I wish you
the Happiest Mother's Day!
5/10/14
PPropper
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC