liamdhunter - Hello Poetry

her top was yellow; the same as my socks. i noted that in my mind as fate. reluctant to argue with divine intervention, i told her that yellow was my favourite colour, not necessarily a lie, but rather a brand new truth. she smiled, and told me she liked baby blue; the colour of my shirt. our first child was given a green blanket by an aunt. purely coincidence, i thought, or maybe this really was fate. it was my new favourite colour.

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May 12, 2020

May 12, 2020 at 1:21 PM UTC

yellow

her top was yellow; the same as my socks. i noted that in my mind as fate. reluctant to argue with divine intervention, i told her that yellow was my favourite colour, not necessarily a lie, but rather a brand new truth. she smiled, and told me she liked baby blue; the colour of my shirt. our first child was given a green blanket by an aunt. purely coincidence, i thought, or maybe this really was fate. it was my new favourite colour.

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The green in the leaf dissolves once more The skeleton concaves and pulls itself apart Hidden in the tree is a forgotten name Carved into me and burnt in the dark The seasons change and come again Life without bones to grind and shatter As peace is rare, so unlike pain Rain crashes down and each drop splatters But Once again the branches break Given time, I will not grow Like brittle frost, or tired men A tree is dying in the snow After all of this time When the trees all fall I will not be crying No, not anymore

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Aug 17, 2019

Aug 17, 2019 at 4:11 AM UTC

Anymore

The green in the leaf dissolves once more The skeleton concaves and pulls itself apart Hidden in the tree is a forgotten name Carved into me and burnt in the dark The seasons change and come again Life without bones to grind and shatter As peace is rare, so unlike pain Rain crashes down and each drop splatters But Once again the branches break Given time, I will not grow Like brittle frost, or tired men A tree is dying in the snow After all of this time When the trees all fall I will not be crying No, not anymore

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Yes, At times she was the fierceness of a storm but when need be She could hold the tears of a generation on her fingertips and separate love, from sadness, pull pain, from dreams, and sew them together into a life.

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May 25, 2018

May 25, 2018 at 8:22 PM UTC

Storm

Yes, At times she was the fierceness of a storm but when need be She could hold the tears of a generation on her fingertips and separate love, from sadness, pull pain, from dreams, and sew them together into a life.

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Lay me down On a bed of headless roses, So that the thorns Will hold me tight, and never let me go.

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May 3, 2018

May 3, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC

Thorns