mitchp76 - Hello Poetry

I forget how much I’ve swallowed Until it chokes me Surprisingly in beautiful, innocent moments When I expect to hear your voice Instead I hear your gasping And fall deep into my wondering What was in your mind When I was screaming my goodbye And you were leaving On a sailboat across the sea While I stood crying on the shore

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Sep 27, 2025

Sep 27, 2025 at 3:57 PM UTC

Sailboat

I forget how much I’ve swallowed Until it chokes me Surprisingly in beautiful, innocent moments When I expect to hear your voice Instead I hear your gasping And fall deep into my wondering What was in your mind When I was screaming my goodbye And you were leaving On a sailboat across the sea While I stood crying on the shore

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Feathers in the fullness Of a wind through forest trees Find a home when They make a nest complete My soul is changed A rain drenched sheet of paper And even under cloudless skies I can't rewrite my chapters But you, a brand new page Reaching for the breeze Ready to float with dazzled eyes Give my story hope for an ending That will let me rest one day Where my mother rode the ripples Off into the rhythm of the rain That cycles through this world never returns but always remains.

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Sep 27, 2025

Sep 27, 2025 at 3:55 PM UTC

Generations

Feathers in the fullness Of a wind through forest trees Find a home when They make a nest complete My soul is changed A rain drenched sheet of paper And even under cloudless skies I can't rewrite my chapters But you, a brand new page Reaching for the breeze Ready to float with dazzled eyes Give my story hope for an ending That will let me rest one day Where my mother rode the ripples Off into the rhythm of the rain That cycles through this world never returns but always remains.

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I forget how much I've swallowed Until it chokes me - Surprisingly in beautiful, innocent moments When I expect to hear your voice - Instead I hear your gasping And fall deep into my wondering - What was in your mind When I was screaming my goodbye And you were leaving On a sailboat across the sea? I'm still standing on the shore, naive - Surprised to feel the wind rush down my throat When I try to call your name. After you left It changed direction But I’m still facing the same way.

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Feb 20, 2025

Feb 20, 2025 at 11:03 AM UTC

The Wind changed direction

I forget how much I've swallowed Until it chokes me - Surprisingly in beautiful, innocent moments When I expect to hear your voice - Instead I hear your gasping And fall deep into my wondering - What was in your mind When I was screaming my goodbye And you were leaving On a sailboat across the sea? I'm still standing on the shore, naive - Surprised to feel the wind rush down my throat When I try to call your name. After you left It changed direction But I’m still facing the same way.

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I can hear your voices falling Up the stairs Like shadows from the living room A song stuck in my head That I can only hum. When I’m older I’ll remember Feeling warm and hearing The music of your laughter Muffled by the door And I won’t know the details But the stories, I’ll remember.

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Feb 20, 2025

Feb 20, 2025 at 10:54 AM UTC

Morning with two

I can hear your voices falling Up the stairs Like shadows from the living room A song stuck in my head That I can only hum. When I’m older I’ll remember Feeling warm and hearing The music of your laughter Muffled by the door And I won’t know the details But the stories, I’ll remember.

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The Golden glow is Melting blue into spills of Lipstick and vacation Falling behind the world

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Nov 20, 2023

Nov 20, 2023 at 10:16 PM UTC

Sunset

The Golden glow is Melting blue into spills of Lipstick and vacation Falling behind the world

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I wish I could be your tree That you sit beneath and ask questions For guidance in your confusion Clarity on windy days. My branches Would brush together and shake out Answers in the rustling between My leaves And you would go with answers Into the sunshine

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Nov 20, 2023

Nov 20, 2023 at 10:14 PM UTC

I wish I could be your tree

I wish I could be your tree That you sit beneath and ask questions For guidance in your confusion Clarity on windy days. My branches Would brush together and shake out Answers in the rustling between My leaves And you would go with answers Into the sunshine

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Beautiful days and sidewalks crack a smile in the shadows tree limb shelter from the sun leaves me hallowed, hello to the nothingness, pause the carousel that's swinging around my temple, I've got complicated thoughts, but I'm thinking life is simple. Single winds make many movements like single bills make amusements take a stroll through acoustics and sit amid confusion. I got rhythm in my dark red tubes that beat, I'm on the street with my windows down not hindered down, how can I, not smile? Sweet breeze brings the sun I go forward until I get to where I came from. I can't turn this piece of paper back into a pine so I might as well write on its lines. I can't have been gone for too long. Suddenly I'm hearing myself talk on this beautiful day staring at the sidewalk.

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Sep 16, 2021

Sep 16, 2021 at 12:58 PM UTC

Beautiful Sidewalk

Beautiful days and sidewalks crack a smile in the shadows tree limb shelter from the sun leaves me hallowed, hello to the nothingness, pause the carousel that's swinging around my temple, I've got complicated thoughts, but I'm thinking life is simple. Single winds make many movements like single bills make amusements take a stroll through acoustics and sit amid confusion. I got rhythm in my dark red tubes that beat, I'm on the street with my windows down not hindered down, how can I, not smile? Sweet breeze brings the sun I go forward until I get to where I came from. I can't turn this piece of paper back into a pine so I might as well write on its lines. I can't have been gone for too long. Suddenly I'm hearing myself talk on this beautiful day staring at the sidewalk.

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Look Through the window watching paintbrush skies fade into a starlit night moving over us hurdling forward carrying our suitcases of reflections - worries, frustrations, relief. Look without seeing Because I'm imagining a memory - frightfully similar to predicting the future. Cornering the world, I'm turning away from paintbrush skies. Look back and forth between my canvas and my muse within and without my mind Moving with broad strokes that shrink into the detail Never quite sure if I'm seeing what's really ahead or in my head.

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Jul 15, 2021

Jul 15, 2021 at 11:00 AM UTC

Paintbrush skies

Look Through the window watching paintbrush skies fade into a starlit night moving over us hurdling forward carrying our suitcases of reflections - worries, frustrations, relief. Look without seeing Because I'm imagining a memory - frightfully similar to predicting the future. Cornering the world, I'm turning away from paintbrush skies. Look back and forth between my canvas and my muse within and without my mind Moving with broad strokes that shrink into the detail Never quite sure if I'm seeing what's really ahead or in my head.

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I put away the dishes hampering peace of mind dancing between the counters handling the quiet tidying a mess and unhiding fears feeling each breath in my throat, fighting back tears I picture the most beautiful and sad, image I've ever had and wonder if heartache only gets harder with age At the arc of my day Before things go back to different I shutter in my memories and put away the dishes

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Jul 6, 2021

Jul 6, 2021 at 8:50 PM UTC

Put away the dishes

I put away the dishes hampering peace of mind dancing between the counters handling the quiet tidying a mess and unhiding fears feeling each breath in my throat, fighting back tears I picture the most beautiful and sad, image I've ever had and wonder if heartache only gets harder with age At the arc of my day Before things go back to different I shutter in my memories and put away the dishes

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I am under no illusion So include your delusions In the things I love about you I believe in mistakes and redemption When they are founded in love and intention I believe in exceptions and exemptions Because no one is perfect

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Nov 2, 2018

Nov 2, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC

Forgiveness

I am under no illusion So include your delusions In the things I love about you I believe in mistakes and redemption When they are founded in love and intention I believe in exceptions and exemptions Because no one is perfect

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