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kerry-ann-herrmann
kerry-ann-herrmann
I am 48 years old. I am married and have an adult daughter who is an artist.
Our empty graveyards full of quiet death, With hardened earth, a darkened road, Unseen names and lives untold, Restricts our chests, discontinuing breath. Found a flame to illuminate the depth. But can we trust enough to hold A light that only shall unfold Our empty graveyard full of quiet death?
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Jul 6, 2023
Jul 6, 2023 at 2:23 AM UTC
Empty Graveyards
We repent and cry out to a distant God Then recite apologies to all that hear Knowing that our regrets are but a façade Our footsteps are heard throughout the metal rod Longing and fearing a punishment severe We repent and cry out to a distant God Ringing and singing, our voices sounding odd Fumbling through early laws, trying to adhere Knowing that our regrets are but a façade Feeling around, we find the dark firing squad The purpose of it shall be ever unclear We repent and cry out to a distant God Panicking through the grainy darkness we clawed Seeing nothing but what is in our own sphere Knowing that our regrets are but a façade The reality is that we are all flawed Is our final repentance not insincere? We hope for our stone hearts to become unthawed Knowing that our regrets are but a façade
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Sep 11, 2022
Sep 11, 2022 at 12:11 AM UTC
Regretful souls
A veil of darkness, swirling as a hurricane Decimating my armor and removing my crown, Dark and silent, yet full of crashing debris, Choking my heart, piercing my spirit, Left my broken mind and mangled body Desperately reaching for thy comforting arm. Oh, how I lamented my miserable state. Yet thy glory is a sword to cut through the veil, and arrows are but slivers of dust in thy presence. The mighty hand that parted the waters Has power sufficient to silence all great storms. I shall turn my heart to thee And thou shalt dash to pieces the chains that bind it. Through thy unyielding love, my mind and body shall be made perfect at that bright and glorious day.
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Aug 31, 2022
Aug 31, 2022 at 12:46 AM UTC
My Psalm
. In////Out Forward               In////Out drawroF               Robotic Forward               Again again                                Same Answer Balloon                 Always Moving Expanding           Rock-A-Bye Without Energy of                               Exhalation Vessel                   Conscripted growth Desiccated           Passive breathing Air shifting Over lesions                               Reminiscing Make it                 The comfort Stop!!!!                  Of wanted breath Ringing Banging                                Against the Ending                  Affected placenta Beginning             Of the inner ear Newton’s Cradle
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Jun 24, 2022
Jun 24, 2022 at 6:56 PM UTC
Newton’s Cradle
Right now to be frank Well never mind I don’t know I can’t tell Two thawed tingling tongues Trudging through teddy-bear tantrums The white space is calling Clawing through air Retching up a thin stream of nothingness
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Jun 24, 2022
Jun 24, 2022 at 6:32 PM UTC
Treacherous Testimony
In distress, I cried for help But became engulfed in deep waters From the midst of the dead I called for you And was hurled into the wild currents I looked toward your Holy Temple Yet was banished from your sight I sank into mountain crevices And felt ignored           From those depths I listened to your cries           I brought you life from the realm of the dead           I allowed all of these experiences and that has created you
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Jun 10, 2022
Jun 10, 2022 at 3:19 PM UTC
God's Love
It is funny how arrows go in so smoothly But to take them out causes so much damage As the broad back of the arrow head Tears the flesh on its way out
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Jun 10, 2022
Jun 10, 2022 at 2:55 PM UTC
Reflection on Arrows
Serpentine tendrils of memory Wrap themselves around the brain Emitting noxious fumes into crevices Poisoning the blood and spreading through the body
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Jun 10, 2022
Jun 10, 2022 at 2:50 PM UTC
Thoughts
After trauma, where do we belong? If we think on it, we are dwelling in the past. If we ignore it, we are in denial. If we feel anger, we are self destructive. If we are bitter, we are unforgiving. If we are depressed, we are not trying. If we act happy, we don't need any help. If we cry, we are avoided. If we scream, others are afraid. If we are around people, we feel like outcasts. If we are alone, we want to associate with others. There is no place for us after trauma.
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Jun 10, 2022
Jun 10, 2022 at 2:48 PM UTC
After Trauma
Deflecting the street A quiet gray day Muted movement Empty echo Estranged heart at bay Where exposed trees meet Practicing their play Weighed excitement Candid outflow Fate’s stinging array Breezy love I greet Though distilled thoughts stray Lonely lament Distorted row Malleable heart of clay Briefly touching heat Qualities of day Stifling raiment Annoying glow Emotions end will fray Pain I cannot beat Unheard words I pray Empty payment Hidden rainbow Hibernate away
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Jun 10, 2022
Jun 10, 2022 at 1:55 PM UTC
Wintry Kiss