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daniel-farnam
daniel-farnam
American I love poetry and would appreciate as much comments and criticism as possible.
today at 10:55 a.m. a man died. today at 11:00 a.m. I ate lunch today at 10:10 a man was hungry for air. today at 11:10 I was hungry for lunch at 10: 30 a.m. a man was given morphine at 11:30 a.m. i was given a prayer at 10:50 a.m. a wife was cursing god at 11:50 a.m. I was feeding someone who was dying in front of me slowly at 11:00 am. a wife was dying inside alone at 11:04 p.m. I was drunk at 11:05 p.m. I was alone at 11:05 p.m. I was
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Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
today...
here in this room with lucid thoughts in this dreaming universe I am exactly where I want to be. I'm in the future. if i want to fly I just have to realize that i already am flying. outside I'm running through fields. with infinite endurance. i come to a man i know is my father. I ask, "father, are you god?" he looks to the sky. a planet is falling from the heavens. it is going to land and send a massive wave of energy towards me. as it does a voice says, "A change in the wind is coming." and im awake here in this room with lucid thoughts in this dreaming universe
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
this dreaming universe
at 43,000 feet it's easy to see the big picture Time moves different at 43,000 feet I feel older than I am I've left my friends behind I can't even see them up here At least I'm not alone it feels like I left nature behind I am so high there is nothing near me I am on my way to paradise I have to fight the urge to free fall plummeting down going back in time to where I was before I left falling is easier than flying but I've got to keep looking up. I'll never get to paradise if I look down 43,000 feet is a long way to fall. How would I pick myself up from a fall like that anyway? 43,000 feet I will be there soon
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Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
43,000 Feet
When I finally get to call you mine It will be like the first breath after a coma It will mean life for me Until that moment When I get to call you mine I will be holding my breath in a deep sleep Where I can only dream of you That first breath after a coma, Will give me life And when I finally call you mine I will be sorry that I wasted so much time But forgive me Because I’m lost I’m lost in the dark I’m lost in my mind I am out of my mind because of you Now I’m lost But I’m coming to you I can feel it. I have too You will light up the darkness I will see you with my own eyes For the first time I will see into you and feel with my own heart I will move my steady hand towards you And I will touch you and hold you And I will say I love you With my first breath
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Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 8:21 PM UTC
Patient
Within the hour I’m twisted. A different person. New insights, new light, A new world. Wandering around familiar places With a new sense of feeling. The weeds that have taken over my yard Are now connected to me. My yard is the outcast in neighborhood. Unclean, unkempt, unwanted. But now I can see, That my yard is me, personified. These weeds are mine. They sprouted and spread because of me. As I walk through them They no longer disgust, But cling to me. I take root near them. I feel I have always been here. The willow tree gives me shade from the stars and the moon. Its hanging branches cover me with open arms. Its leaves, just upside down weeds; Reaching out to me, Melting me in… The air is humid. The wind blows heat. And now the ground turns soft. My yard has become a marsh. My own swamp. I am unafraid, But left wanting. What have I turned into? A new being In a different world, But all alone. Has it always been this way? Will it ever change? This scene is forever marked on me. A memory that can never be left Or forgotten. A portal on my skin. Now I can always return to my marsh, My swamp, My kingdom. Maybe I can take you there and never be alone?
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Jun 19, 2011
Jun 19, 2011 at 7:08 PM UTC
My Dark Wonderland
We share this theater together And watch the act patiently. We applaud those who perform well, And even louder and harder for those who only had the courage to try. We watch the dancers on the stage, Our youth on stage, Ourselves on stage. It is beautiful. It is raw. It is real. It is not perfect and some will fall, But we all feel together. We lift each other up. It is love. We are all together On the stage as actors, As graceful dancers, And brilliant musicians Performing as one. We are all connected In the audience as proud parents, As loving relatives, And respectful friends, Cheering as one. It is not perfect. It is life, Raw and real. Some will fall, But we all feel together And we’ll lift each other up As one. For ourselves, And for each other.
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Jun 19, 2011
Jun 19, 2011 at 12:08 PM UTC
The Human Connection
Where did my love go? Where is the friend that I always knew? This dream is void of meaning. This song is without lyrics. This heaven is lonely. I wish you were here I’ve already forgotten the way your skin felt. The curves your body made… The slight raise of your smile… I’ve forgotten the way your hair smelled. The way your eyes locked onto mine. The softness of your lips… I’ve already forgotten those sweet words you said. How they made me feel. Such a beautiful image of us framed for one night Only to be forgotten the next day. I wish you were here, Here where I am… Trying desperately to remember the night When we were together. My friend who is always away; My brother, tell me who is my mother? Where was father when I was born? Do we really have sisters? Or are we all just alone together? Absence has played a large presence in my life… Where did everyone go? Our youth was torn from us, But at least we kept our lives... Some of us weren’t so lucky. I wish you were here, Here where I am… Trying desperately to remember the past When we were all together. Where did my love go? Where is the friend that I always knew? This world is void of meaning. This symphony is without lyrics. This paradise is lonely. I wish you were here
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Jun 9, 2011
Jun 9, 2011 at 8:54 PM UTC
Wish You Were Here
Come back to me. Tell me your life is hard. Lie with me, But tell me no. Ask me to love you, And see my quiet indecision. You’re torn, Your body from your mind. Tell me yes, Then tell me no. Tell me to go, And see my quiet indecision. This has gone too far, But yet you still lie. You need to leave, But yet you still lie. Lie with me; lie to me, And see my quiet indecision.
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Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 8:52 PM UTC
My Quiet Indecision
Don’t you know you’re falling? Can’t you see it gets worse? This grave I’ve dug will be the end of us. Don’t you know you’re falling down? You signed your death sending me away. You’re falling, there’s nothing left for you to hold on to. I don’t understand why my heart falls with you. There’s nothing left for me to hold on to, except for the past. Don’t you know you’re falling down? Before I bury you with new souls, I want you to know That it’s me, not you, who will be missed. You’re dead to me.
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Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 11:52 PM UTC
a lost friend
Give Come back… It’s not fair to them. They need what I can’t give. Why’d you have to leave? Gone Life is empty. We are lost now. The children… And you are gone. Ghost Are you here now? Can you see? See what you’ve left behind. It’s hard to imagine You’re gone.
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Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 8:58 PM UTC
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