veronica_ - Hello Poetry

I hear the rhythm strumming deep within your soul When I dance, you command every dip, step and swirl If none had the patience to hear it, I blame an absence of spirit Yet I chose to wait in silence for our song to unfurl Why ask to be pinched if our lives are merely dreams? I return each night and each day. With a flick of my hand, the wheel turned once again. I waited for youth's swift end while my future lay dormant in some faraway land Through time and separation, strong hearts stay stirring Promising to lie still as the Earth keeps turning. My web is spun. I am here to remain, my love. Watch the clouds part from above No more waiting. Let us dance in the warmth of the sun.

0

Mar 27

Mar 27, 2026 at 11:45 AM UTC

veronica_

I dance to your soul's strum

I hear the rhythm strumming deep within your soul When I dance, you command every dip, step and swirl If none had the patience to hear it, I blame an absence of spirit Yet I chose to wait in silence for our song to unfurl Why ask to be pinched if our lives are merely dreams? I return each night and each day. With a flick of my hand, the wheel turned once again. I waited for youth's swift end while my future lay dormant in some faraway land Through time and separation, strong hearts stay stirring Promising to lie still as the Earth keeps turning. My web is spun. I am here to remain, my love. Watch the clouds part from above No more waiting. Let us dance in the warmth of the sun.

13

I've always liked rhythms that stroke my sullen spirit, and now I hear the Blues rain down from the ceiling, Ah, I remember! Timeless love songs, of which oh-- it seems I have forgotten the meaning. That is quite all right. We make our own, don't we? My life was not meant for me. Do you feel the rain droplets tickle your forehead? I'm thirsty: Serve me a glass of your finest words Or let them fall on the tawny sill and the window pane My mouth is open, either way.

0

Feb 26

Feb 26, 2026 at 6:45 AM UTC

veronica_

either way

I've always liked rhythms that stroke my sullen spirit, and now I hear the Blues rain down from the ceiling, Ah, I remember! Timeless love songs, of which oh-- it seems I have forgotten the meaning. That is quite all right. We make our own, don't we? My life was not meant for me. Do you feel the rain droplets tickle your forehead? I'm thirsty: Serve me a glass of your finest words Or let them fall on the tawny sill and the window pane My mouth is open, either way.

13

We laugh with the aches of soft, lovelorn children I couldn't have imagined a pain so sweet, I let go of my reins to let the world spin I forgot to say anything, but I knew you could see So I gazed up at the sky and watched as it opened Can we wade in this fountain of youth forever? The bed creaked, "Why"? Hours fade, but seconds last a lifetime Put my palms on your shoulders and push back the curtains Presence is the only thing certain.

0

Feb 25

Feb 25, 2026 at 9:04 AM UTC

veronica_

the bed creaked:

We laugh with the aches of soft, lovelorn children I couldn't have imagined a pain so sweet, I let go of my reins to let the world spin I forgot to say anything, but I knew you could see So I gazed up at the sky and watched as it opened Can we wade in this fountain of youth forever? The bed creaked, "Why"? Hours fade, but seconds last a lifetime Put my palms on your shoulders and push back the curtains Presence is the only thing certain.

12

Petals of lilies and roses, scattered upon bed sheets and open hands Peace spoke to me in a dream and whispered, solemnly “Have we met? I could have sworn I have seen your face before.” My body has been buried in sand until the sun kissed my lips and invited me to dance You lay with me as we waited For the dust to blow from our eyes. I decided, then to welcome the morning dew inside my arid skin and open mouth.

0

Feb 25

Feb 25, 2026 at 6:58 AM UTC

veronica_

awoken

Petals of lilies and roses, scattered upon bed sheets and open hands Peace spoke to me in a dream and whispered, solemnly “Have we met? I could have sworn I have seen your face before.” My body has been buried in sand until the sun kissed my lips and invited me to dance You lay with me as we waited For the dust to blow from our eyes. I decided, then to welcome the morning dew inside my arid skin and open mouth.

14

Ink and vines climb down our spines Silence– I wait. To be touched by sound, and felt by feeling With hands guided by breath and meaning Hands shaped to bend someone’s mind, To a mold not made, but known, before they knew my own Forge my breath, reach closely inside Listen– Hidden hills and valleys await our song The writing on the wall spells, “There is no god.” Sensation can be both a distraction and a guide Do you remember the words the sea spoke? Don’t ask me. “Take a look inside.”

0

Feb 23

Feb 23, 2026 at 8:15 AM UTC

veronica_

the sea spoke:

Ink and vines climb down our spines Silence– I wait. To be touched by sound, and felt by feeling With hands guided by breath and meaning Hands shaped to bend someone’s mind, To a mold not made, but known, before they knew my own Forge my breath, reach closely inside Listen– Hidden hills and valleys await our song The writing on the wall spells, “There is no god.” Sensation can be both a distraction and a guide Do you remember the words the sea spoke? Don’t ask me. “Take a look inside.”

17

You had fallen content with talking to the walls I knew when I left, you wouldn't notice at all The moment the door opened I'd forgotten your face The wind blew furiously, disrobing my lace I now stand naked in the cold, a discomfort So comfortable, I no longer feel pain. I am free, unbound, alone, but not afraid

0

Jan 29, 2025

Jan 29, 2025 at 7:00 PM UTC

veronica_

solace in a cold loneliness

You had fallen content with talking to the walls I knew when I left, you wouldn't notice at all The moment the door opened I'd forgotten your face The wind blew furiously, disrobing my lace I now stand naked in the cold, a discomfort So comfortable, I no longer feel pain. I am free, unbound, alone, but not afraid

7

The fruit that lies before me is neither above nor beneath. Wasting thought on fruitless worry, existing for the pursuance of grief. wasting your love by craving more, accomplishing nothing but a heart being torn.

0

Oct 28, 2024

Oct 28, 2024 at 1:11 PM UTC

veronica_

inconsequential

The fruit that lies before me is neither above nor beneath. Wasting thought on fruitless worry, existing for the pursuance of grief. wasting your love by craving more, accomplishing nothing but a heart being torn.

7

jasmine is known to be sweet and delicate her life a never ending poem and as she reads, she slowly forgets. jasmine devotes her life to finding where she belongs but she finds herself circling, chasing her tail forgetting that love was inside her all along. you see, jasmine's a traveler at heart yet always confused on where to go trying to create a perfect world when her happiness can only be found through word.

0

Jul 14, 2024

Jul 14, 2024 at 3:20 PM UTC

veronica_

jasmine

jasmine is known to be sweet and delicate her life a never ending poem and as she reads, she slowly forgets. jasmine devotes her life to finding where she belongs but she finds herself circling, chasing her tail forgetting that love was inside her all along. you see, jasmine's a traveler at heart yet always confused on where to go trying to create a perfect world when her happiness can only be found through word.

16

lily tells me she’s a lover at heart i’d love to love her, but every time I try she places her hand on my mouth and looks up at the sky. “I just don’t get it. I can’t understand why no one wants to love me.” I reply, “don't you ever think, just maybe love is all around you and you refuse to see?” she frowns and furrows her brow lily says she has an open mind but she doesn’t want to listen to what others have to say maybe if she learned how she’d let herself be loved before she could run away

0

Jul 14, 2024

Jul 14, 2024 at 6:48 AM UTC

veronica_

lily

lily tells me she’s a lover at heart i’d love to love her, but every time I try she places her hand on my mouth and looks up at the sky. “I just don’t get it. I can’t understand why no one wants to love me.” I reply, “don't you ever think, just maybe love is all around you and you refuse to see?” she frowns and furrows her brow lily says she has an open mind but she doesn’t want to listen to what others have to say maybe if she learned how she’d let herself be loved before she could run away

18

I wish a meteor struck as you held me close and we're cradled by ash, molded by stone thousands of years later when they uncover our bones they'll say, "behold, a love that has died to live 'til the end of time two souls that will never be alone."

0

Jul 12, 2024

Jul 12, 2024 at 11:49 AM UTC

veronica_

bones

I wish a meteor struck as you held me close and we're cradled by ash, molded by stone thousands of years later when they uncover our bones they'll say, "behold, a love that has died to live 'til the end of time two souls that will never be alone."

9