Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
sunny-johnson
When the petals began to fall And beauty seemed to blow away On a wind that carries us all Not knowing when to go or stay Will the days that hold me here right now Disperse and dissipate Will death come knocking soon somehow I must never be late For my funeral will be A time to celebrate A time for you a time for me In death's freedom relate Lets hold hands and dream of dying Never knowing more Than the pain, I breathe in sighing ****** I implore Take me from this prison here This earth with all despair I would rather die than fear And be not more than air
0
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 5:35 PM UTC
Freedom
Give me give me give me some As I see her and my heart drums Desire seems to grip my heart And hold my lungs my soul to start Hope filling me with great longing What is this thing pressing strongly Against my chest as I breathe in Warm and curious again What is it about a woman That can turn me from my fear Forgetting all that I couldn't Sending me through smoke and mirrors Captured by my mind I was Until something did stir Breathing deeply, thud, thud thud Wanting seems to blurr All I could have wondered for And all I question now Turns to instinct let me soar With you in the clouds Lets just fly away right now Forget all other thought Come with me some way some how A seeker's finding sought May it be that you are here To remind me of how To get a girl, keep her near And to desire bow Lean into this warm feeling Let it take you home As the cocoon starts peeling And with new wings we roam Above all we ever sought And all we ever asked Getting, having, we have got Something more to grasp So hold me tightly close to you And never let me fear Let me free fall straight to you Come and have me here
0
Sep 29, 2011
Sep 29, 2011 at 6:52 PM UTC
The Animal
Can I hear a lullaby Just one more before I die Can I hear a song so true That when it's through I am too A melody to take me home A tune to send my soul to roam With the wild horses on the plains To fly me away on birds that reign The skies so free and take my heart To follow home the lonesome lark To carry me on the evening wind Never to live never again Not in something so binding Something drowning, me blinding My soul searches to be free Free of this humanity May I be just as a breeze One that maybe you can breathe And when I fill your lungs May that song be sung May I forget what is this mind Clinging Grasping just to bind I want more than I have found The freedom of no inner sound No thought veering out of control No mental ground to lose my soul No mortal coil to hold me here No experience left of fear May I come back as naught more Than a draft of wind to soar With the falcons and eagles Never held by such a meager Sightless breathless lifeless me Ever wanting to be free Sing to me that song so true That when its through so I am too
0
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 10:49 PM UTC
My Lullaby
I'm opening my eyes, I'm perking up my ears I'm lifting up my nose, I'm holding in the tears I'm opening my hands I'm reaching out to see It's getting hard to stand I've never been so free Free of you and free of me Free of this and all I see I close my eyes slowly My breath comes in rolling Lifting my chest slightly All this contemplating Is ever so lightly Reverberating Slowly down Deeply close All this sound Is so morose Before I open my eyes Can you promise me something That I'll never hear you lie Can you hear my heart drumming May I see you for who you are And not who you put on to be May you be that thing so far Away from all it is I see May I never have to open My eyes to see you that again The old house we built is broken My solitude may never end It is time to build something new Something that will stand so true And hold us both and then you'll see That you too my friend can be free I promise you today That if your tongue will stay I can show you more Than you've seen before And as we continue on this path Weaving something, hard to graft I tell you it will last us long Longer than the endless song The one I hear when I see you, Without the talking, just so true As to show me more than words can say And carry me somewhere today Somewhere you have forgotten long The melody to a drifting song Coming from a far off place Losing strength, losing pace When I reach for you and hold Your face in my hands I'm sold But when it is all just up to you Things start falling deep into This endless chaos I feel right now Is more than I can feel somehow And when I'm happy you aren't here To see that there is naught to fear When all there is, is more than enough Smoothing the face of once a rough Mountainside made of stone This sea has washed away the one The one thing that I may have held Closely to that drumming heart May these words just be felt For not an ending but the start The start to something real and raw Something breathing, pounding slowly All of this, not what I saw But what lives in me and is now growing Like a sprout from winters ground It has taken such a profound Place in my heart a shining warmth And never again will you feel torn Never again will things just blur When people talk as their words slurr Just close your eyes and remember That little sprout from that December The part of me left cold and lifeless Is now reaching out and making this More than gold or something priceless More than all that was, can be, or is My eyes elude me as do you May you both forget this sleuth Someone who has found the truth Lifting from all death a youth You're face is made of frozen clay Still it's not all I've to say To be alone is to live To stay with you is to give My life for something small and fragile My strife for someone falling and I'll Never tell you yes, I say Especially not today Now you're gone my mind is free The calm after a storm you see Is better than the calm before And more inviting still for sore Hearts that float among debri They may be gone but now they're free And if it takes my heart to stay I'll never do it, oh no way I'll close my eyes and run away
0
Sep 21, 2011
Sep 21, 2011 at 6:05 PM UTC
Disoriented
I'm opening my eyes, I'm perking up my ears I'm lifting up my nose, I'm holding in the tears I'm opening my hands I'm reaching out to see It's getting hard to stand I've never been so free Free of you and free of me Free of this and all I see I close my eyes slowly My breath comes in rolling Lifting my chest slightly All this contemplating Is ever so lightly Reverberating Slowly down Deeply close All this sound Is so morose Before I open my eyes Can you promise me something That I'll never hear you lie Can you hear my heart drumming May I see you for who you are And not who you put on to be May you be that thing so far Away from all it is I see May I never have to open My eyes to see you that again The old house we built is broken My solitude may never end It is time to build something new Something that will stand so true And hold us both and then you'll see That you too my friend can be free I promise you today That if your tongue will stay I can show you more Than you've seen before And as we continue on this path Weaving something, hard to graft I tell you it will last us long Longer than the endless song The one I hear when I see you, Without the talking, just so true As to show me more than words can say And carry me somewhere today Somewhere you have forgotten long The melody to a drifting song Coming from a far off place Losing strength, losing pace When I reach for you and hold Your face in my hands I'm sold But when it is all just up to you Things start falling deep into This endless chaos I feel right now Is more than I can feel somehow And when I'm happy you aren't here To see that there is naught to fear When all there is, is more than enough Smoothing the face of once a rough Mountainside made of stone This sea has washed away the one The one thing that I may have held Closely to that drumming heart May these words just be felt For not an ending but the start The start to something real and raw Something breathing, pounding slowly All of this, not what I saw But what lives in me and is now growing Like a sprout from winters ground It has taken such a profound Place in my heart a shining warmth And never again will you feel torn Never again will things just blur When people talk as their words slurr Just close your eyes and remember That little sprout from that December The part of me left cold and lifeless Is now reaching out and making this More than gold or something priceless More than all that was, can be, or is My eyes elude me as do you May you both forget this sleuth Someone who has found the truth Lifting from all death a youth You're face is made of frozen clay Still it's not all I've to say To be alone is to live To stay with you is to give My life for something small and fragile My strife for someone falling and I'll Never tell you yes, I say Especially not today Now you're gone my mind is free The calm after a storm you see Is better than the calm before And more inviting still for sore Hearts that float among debri They may be gone but now they're free And if it takes my heart to stay I'll never do it, oh no way I'll close my eyes and run away
Continue reading...
105
I'm not yours I'm not hers I'm not his I'm not it's I'm not me I'm not you I'm not we I'm not two I'm more
0
Sep 15, 2011
Sep 15, 2011 at 7:08 PM UTC
I'm Not Yours
A soul built a fortress For the souls he knew and loved One of them was fearless One of them above Above all the nagging Asking to be saved Breathing water gagging On what the anger gave Surely the man was safe In his fortress with his souls Digging his own grave He surely was the fool There was a morbid growth Living deep within Always fighting drove His thoughts to be so grim He had no small conception Knowing small perception That the souls he knew so true There in his fortress slew Each other for a bite Fighting for their right Was this the real pattern Of their great concern? YOU built this fortress It is you who is to blame How are you so thoughtless Now drown there in your shame! For no matter how protection Kept them from the feared They had not small projection Of where the ship was steered Looming forward ** To death at a row! We are together now Safe oh safe somehow Safe from all without This fortress tall and stout But I say you to right now The truth is but a cloud In the stormy sky That is the deadly lie There is no love within Not with those the kin But always more to ask Beat me to the task He built our fortress yes Let's put it to the test And as the beast then grew Swallowing the truth Eating souls of children Nothing more to fill them The sight that he then had To see his kin so clad Blood dripping from the teeth Hungry still for souls to eat Subjects to a boy, just a little man Objects to the toy, bones drawn in the sand There is no more to take When you're toy does break And then does fast rebuild Forever to be filled And the boy then walked away Now a stranger to the fray And all he can say "They WILL be free someday."
0
Sep 15, 2011
Sep 15, 2011 at 7:04 PM UTC
FAMILY
A soul built a fortress For the souls he knew and loved One of them was fearless One of them above Above all the nagging Asking to be saved Breathing water gagging On what the anger gave Surely the man was safe In his fortress with his souls Digging his own grave He surely was the fool There was a morbid growth Living deep within Always fighting drove His thoughts to be so grim He had no small conception Knowing small perception That the souls he knew so true There in his fortress slew Each other for a bite Fighting for their right Was this the real pattern Of their great concern? YOU built this fortress It is you who is to blame How are you so thoughtless Now drown there in your shame! For no matter how protection Kept them from the feared They had not small projection Of where the ship was steered Looming forward ** To death at a row! We are together now Safe oh safe somehow Safe from all without This fortress tall and stout But I say you to right now The truth is but a cloud In the stormy sky That is the deadly lie There is no love within Not with those the kin But always more to ask Beat me to the task He built our fortress yes Let's put it to the test And as the beast then grew Swallowing the truth Eating souls of children Nothing more to fill them The sight that he then had To see his kin so clad Blood dripping from the teeth Hungry still for souls to eat Subjects to a boy, just a little man Objects to the toy, bones drawn in the sand There is no more to take When you're toy does break And then does fast rebuild Forever to be filled And the boy then walked away Now a stranger to the fray And all he can say "They WILL be free someday."
Continue reading...
66
I'll never fall in love again And if I do it will be when When When I look in someone's eyes and see That I am her and she is me And all that we can ever be Is holding close to something free No I'll never fall in love again And if I do it will be when When grace catches me and I See more than the Great Blue Sky And even more than God could see As God and Man look up to me When all I know is in my hands Nothing there, nothing to grasp When maybe I will be so known I reach down to the ground, a stone Never I'll never fall in love again And if I do it will be when When people take that stone from me And grab my hand and let me see As I look into the mirror Sitting on her eye a glimmer Something shining back at me Someone gasping to be free Free from mortal breath and death Free from human kind what's left Nay I'll never fall in love Again When may never come my friend
0
Sep 15, 2011
Sep 15, 2011 at 4:56 PM UTC
I'll Never Fall In Love Again
On a great mountainside, a beautiful river ran, reaching all creatures across the great expanse. Glowing crystal and clear as the fresh alpine air, the water ran, as yet undiscovered and unmarred by civilization. It knew not of the impurities that other waters knew, free from the grasp of humanity and completely pure in it's design. Each spring as the snow melted, the river would charge through the forges and ravines, reshaping the ground in it's wake, changing the surface of the mountain in it's path. Stones would tumble and trees would crack under the raw power of it's force, as it gained in size and speed over the spring months. This spring however, it met upon a larger rock, seemingly a boulder. "Ha," thought the river, as it began growing rapidly, the melting snow empowering it as it crashed into the boulder, slightly changing course and returning to it's usual path. "I will be back soon." The river promised. As summer grew nearer and the sun seemed to burst from it's cloudy shield of winter, it began to show more steadily and with a greater heat than it had in springtime past. The blazing sun caused avalanches as it bore into the icy crust of the mountain top. The river suddenly felt something new, something changing, it was surely larger and more powerful than it had been in previous months, and as it charged down the mountain, it was sure of it's victory upon the great boulder. "Surely now this rock will not remain unmoved!" exclaimed the river as it flooded down the ravine, in search of the unchanging obstruction of mineral. The sun's rays had created an avalanche, dumping hundreds of tons of ice into the rushing river, melting the snow and creating a great roar as the river grew abruptly to 3 and 4 times it's previous size. As the river grew it felt a giant to all the objects on the mountain, proud and sure of it's eminent victory over the great boulder in it's way. As the water gained momentum and seeming to contain all of it's new fury in the roaring flood just for the great rock. A sleeping rock awoke suddenly to a roar and a crack as it heard many smaller boulders tumbling into the trees nearby, and the rumbling river rushing straight for him. "Aww, thought the old stone, yawning. "This will surely be interesting." As the rushing water advanced upon the rock, it had no idea what was to become of it's proud and boastful ways. Rushing water carrying all types and sizes of large rock and debris smashed into the great stone with all of it's might. The rock was unmoved. Little did the river know, this stone was rooted deep, a branch of mineral deposit coming from the very core of the mountain itself. The river had no chance. At the impact the water and debris scattered, and the river, suddenly defeated, splashed against the side of the rock and continued its usual path of the many years before. As it continued on, it felt something moving, carrying itself somewhere else, like someone or thing was pulling part of it away from itself, and it roared in agony, sending more boulders to crack into the trees nearby. Alive and kicking, and carrying it's own cry came a beautiful new stream caressing the side of a great stone in it's beginning, almost as if to thank it for it's place in giving birth to the new life. "You are welcome." Spoke the stone, supporting the stream in it's new path, as the water began to run fresh and new across the bare ground. The stream seemed to caress everything it came across, the roots of the plants and trees feeling thankful for a new source of water. Although the smallest seedlings would be lost in the stream, it was a good sacrifice to make for a source of that precious water so generously given to the side of the mountain with the large river. As the stream carried on, moving pine cones and pine needles aside, it brought new nourishment to all the life of the dry side of the mountain. As a small child just learning to walk, running to meet new people and see all the new things, experience the new life, the river ran. It glanced upon the tall oaks and the thinner pines and the smaller saplings. It rushed to meet the squirrel, carrying with it acorns fallen on the ground higher on the hill. It ran to bring uprooted fresh seedlings to the young deer. It brought with it fallen nuts and berries and left them near the bear's den. It brought freshly dropped dry twigs and branches to the wary ****** hunting for a new home. It brought with it pine needles and dropped them next to the trees with sparrows and blue birds hopping about for new materials to strengthen their nests. The stream ran free, bringing gifts to all it met with and inviting all to join it in it's path. The young of the forest gathered together, foxes and rabbits and badgers alike, to join the small stream in its journey down the mountain. Never carrying too much water as to uproot or change the surface of it's new found paradise, the stream was grateful to be a part of the dry side of the mountain, and that side of the mountain was never so dry. That side of the mountain never knew the fear of falling rocks or boulders. It never knew the fear of the flood of spring. It flourished with new life and greenery as it became privy to the little stream's side of the mountain to live happily without fear of flood or the dangers it brought. Each new day more bushes and saplings followed the little stream . The animals began to move from the great river's side of the mountain to the little stream's side. The river became lonely in it's wrathful wake, having only the rocks and logs it carried along as it's companion. Even the trees were scared to grow near it's threatening wrath. Loved by all and continually becoming the renown of the mountain, the little stream never knew such hardships. Such is why a little stream can be more changing than a great roaring river. To be feared by all or to be loved by all, is in the makings of every gaining current. The little stream never grew much larger than a dear's jump or a squirrel's leap. Except in the hearts of the lives around it. May we all be as little streams, not hungering to change the surface of our world, or to be feared. May we all live as the one who embraces all the forms we meet, being grateful for our own place among them. Then may we know what it is to live among many and loved by all. Then may we never know fear, or lose ourselves to a great boulder. May we change with the small movements of the ground beneath our feet, and carry with us gifts to all those we meet. May we be mightier in the heart than in the mind, leaving our hunger behind. May the little stream meet us too, and may we hear it's message clearly.
0
Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 1:23 PM UTC
A Little Stream
On a great mountainside, a beautiful river ran, reaching all creatures across the great expanse. Glowing crystal and clear as the fresh alpine air, the water ran, as yet undiscovered and unmarred by civilization. It knew not of the impurities that other waters knew, free from the grasp of humanity and completely pure in it's design. Each spring as the snow melted, the river would charge through the forges and ravines, reshaping the ground in it's wake, changing the surface of the mountain in it's path. Stones would tumble and trees would crack under the raw power of it's force, as it gained in size and speed over the spring months. This spring however, it met upon a larger rock, seemingly a boulder. "Ha," thought the river, as it began growing rapidly, the melting snow empowering it as it crashed into the boulder, slightly changing course and returning to it's usual path. "I will be back soon." The river promised. As summer grew nearer and the sun seemed to burst from it's cloudy shield of winter, it began to show more steadily and with a greater heat than it had in springtime past. The blazing sun caused avalanches as it bore into the icy crust of the mountain top. The river suddenly felt something new, something changing, it was surely larger and more powerful than it had been in previous months, and as it charged down the mountain, it was sure of it's victory upon the great boulder. "Surely now this rock will not remain unmoved!" exclaimed the river as it flooded down the ravine, in search of the unchanging obstruction of mineral. The sun's rays had created an avalanche, dumping hundreds of tons of ice into the rushing river, melting the snow and creating a great roar as the river grew abruptly to 3 and 4 times it's previous size. As the river grew it felt a giant to all the objects on the mountain, proud and sure of it's eminent victory over the great boulder in it's way. As the water gained momentum and seeming to contain all of it's new fury in the roaring flood just for the great rock. A sleeping rock awoke suddenly to a roar and a crack as it heard many smaller boulders tumbling into the trees nearby, and the rumbling river rushing straight for him. "Aww, thought the old stone, yawning. "This will surely be interesting." As the rushing water advanced upon the rock, it had no idea what was to become of it's proud and boastful ways. Rushing water carrying all types and sizes of large rock and debris smashed into the great stone with all of it's might. The rock was unmoved. Little did the river know, this stone was rooted deep, a branch of mineral deposit coming from the very core of the mountain itself. The river had no chance. At the impact the water and debris scattered, and the river, suddenly defeated, splashed against the side of the rock and continued its usual path of the many years before. As it continued on, it felt something moving, carrying itself somewhere else, like someone or thing was pulling part of it away from itself, and it roared in agony, sending more boulders to crack into the trees nearby. Alive and kicking, and carrying it's own cry came a beautiful new stream caressing the side of a great stone in it's beginning, almost as if to thank it for it's place in giving birth to the new life. "You are welcome." Spoke the stone, supporting the stream in it's new path, as the water began to run fresh and new across the bare ground. The stream seemed to caress everything it came across, the roots of the plants and trees feeling thankful for a new source of water. Although the smallest seedlings would be lost in the stream, it was a good sacrifice to make for a source of that precious water so generously given to the side of the mountain with the large river. As the stream carried on, moving pine cones and pine needles aside, it brought new nourishment to all the life of the dry side of the mountain. As a small child just learning to walk, running to meet new people and see all the new things, experience the new life, the river ran. It glanced upon the tall oaks and the thinner pines and the smaller saplings. It rushed to meet the squirrel, carrying with it acorns fallen on the ground higher on the hill. It ran to bring uprooted fresh seedlings to the young deer. It brought with it fallen nuts and berries and left them near the bear's den. It brought freshly dropped dry twigs and branches to the wary ****** hunting for a new home. It brought with it pine needles and dropped them next to the trees with sparrows and blue birds hopping about for new materials to strengthen their nests. The stream ran free, bringing gifts to all it met with and inviting all to join it in it's path. The young of the forest gathered together, foxes and rabbits and badgers alike, to join the small stream in its journey down the mountain. Never carrying too much water as to uproot or change the surface of it's new found paradise, the stream was grateful to be a part of the dry side of the mountain, and that side of the mountain was never so dry. That side of the mountain never knew the fear of falling rocks or boulders. It never knew the fear of the flood of spring. It flourished with new life and greenery as it became privy to the little stream's side of the mountain to live happily without fear of flood or the dangers it brought. Each new day more bushes and saplings followed the little stream . The animals began to move from the great river's side of the mountain to the little stream's side. The river became lonely in it's wrathful wake, having only the rocks and logs it carried along as it's companion. Even the trees were scared to grow near it's threatening wrath. Loved by all and continually becoming the renown of the mountain, the little stream never knew such hardships. Such is why a little stream can be more changing than a great roaring river. To be feared by all or to be loved by all, is in the makings of every gaining current. The little stream never grew much larger than a dear's jump or a squirrel's leap. Except in the hearts of the lives around it. May we all be as little streams, not hungering to change the surface of our world, or to be feared. May we all live as the one who embraces all the forms we meet, being grateful for our own place among them. Then may we know what it is to live among many and loved by all. Then may we never know fear, or lose ourselves to a great boulder. May we change with the small movements of the ground beneath our feet, and carry with us gifts to all those we meet. May we be mightier in the heart than in the mind, leaving our hunger behind. May the little stream meet us too, and may we hear it's message clearly.
Continue reading...
1
Demanding, Expecting Standing there, pointing At me, always wanting To see something daunting Something more than expected Something dead resurrected Like a God he speaks soundly From the sky to the groundlings And as I bow reverently Breathing so fervently Holding close to the air Which fills my lungs fair What has his Grace asked What is my new task What else may I do To repay the sky blue For the chance to listen Bow and then christen Each word that is spoken Such a life is a token As a peasant just kneeling Humility revealing That who I bow for He is hungry, wants more And I tell you he'll never In willingness sever This bond will stay fast For want just to grasp But today I stand up I lift my head up And I look straight forward Into his eyes lost for words Except to say, dear Commander It is time you did gander At the sky as I do And see that it's blue May you breathe it in too May you steady your hunger May you reach and come through Leaving lightning and thunder For the chance to see me And the chance just to be As a man that I am Please, come, take my hand We can journey together And forever be filled From our lungs to our liver And in this so thrilled May we stop sending troops To fight other groups May we just learn to breathe Learning to receive There is no battle to win Peace living within Caressing us gently Holding us reverently As I have held you As all that I have Today I hold new Freedom, be glad For as you have watched me So closely, your servant As you have stopped me Your palm forward bent As you have held me As I have held you With wings I fell free From the nest straight into Free fall and weightlessness Came as I stand witness To miracles in moments And presently grown men That God may come And meet with the Buddha That Christendom's run Is all but seen through a Small boy's young eyes Tiring in the search As he looks to the skies And leaps from his perch
0
Sep 9, 2011
Sep 9, 2011 at 2:16 PM UTC
The Commander's Lullaby
Demanding, Expecting Standing there, pointing At me, always wanting To see something daunting Something more than expected Something dead resurrected Like a God he speaks soundly From the sky to the groundlings And as I bow reverently Breathing so fervently Holding close to the air Which fills my lungs fair What has his Grace asked What is my new task What else may I do To repay the sky blue For the chance to listen Bow and then christen Each word that is spoken Such a life is a token As a peasant just kneeling Humility revealing That who I bow for He is hungry, wants more And I tell you he'll never In willingness sever This bond will stay fast For want just to grasp But today I stand up I lift my head up And I look straight forward Into his eyes lost for words Except to say, dear Commander It is time you did gander At the sky as I do And see that it's blue May you breathe it in too May you steady your hunger May you reach and come through Leaving lightning and thunder For the chance to see me And the chance just to be As a man that I am Please, come, take my hand We can journey together And forever be filled From our lungs to our liver And in this so thrilled May we stop sending troops To fight other groups May we just learn to breathe Learning to receive There is no battle to win Peace living within Caressing us gently Holding us reverently As I have held you As all that I have Today I hold new Freedom, be glad For as you have watched me So closely, your servant As you have stopped me Your palm forward bent As you have held me As I have held you With wings I fell free From the nest straight into Free fall and weightlessness Came as I stand witness To miracles in moments And presently grown men That God may come And meet with the Buddha That Christendom's run Is all but seen through a Small boy's young eyes Tiring in the search As he looks to the skies And leaps from his perch
Continue reading...
80