Alex - Hello Poetry

Alex Sep 2022

Flame and shadow…
In rooms dark and forgotten
Promises misbegotten
You find it…
Wallowing…its lies swallowing…
The blind following…
Its reflection always moving…
Between the dancing of the candle flame
The uninformed disclaim
Nor you nor I to blame
You find it…
It catches you… with the slightest kiss
Alone in dreams…amiss
You feel its eyes…
From faint low cries
It found you….

Alex May 2022

The Tree

It sits…
Like a throne…over cliffs and water…
The waves clash… corrode the dirt…
Corrodes flesh and blood…
It mocks…
With calls of birds…
From stone that crumbles into sand…
It covets…
To fly…
To dance…
To be free…
It can’t escape… Its root have dug to deep…
For the flames are its only salvation…
And the ashes it leaves behind its legacy….

Alex Mar 2022

Man at Sea

With wood and nails, we build a boat
So man like God can learn to float
He sets his sails across the sea
Row in hand alone he’ll be
The waves clashed… the sea was rough
The stormy clouds were not a bluff
The rain cleared and from its mist
Another name upon death’s list

Did a scribble art drawing to go with this... https://ibb.co/znVrCrC

Also did a 2nd verse but didnt like it much so kept it short but the second verse is the following:

The gulls fly by and call his name
The man lays still without a claim
The birds sit upon the mast
And gaze on the man that's passed
One hops upon the dead mans back
Claws in wounds with blood now black
A reflection it sees in his eyes
Between the blood beyond the flies

Alex Mar 2022

Winter's chill

For within the hallowed ground
Of marbled stone
Sits fog.. of sorrow and woe
It lingers…lingers of promises made but broken with time.
And of conversations that the wind now carry…
The leafless trees stand guard upon this temple of man
Cover your heads…mock not the tears that fall
For like the coals of a once lit fire we crumble…
And the wrinkles upon one’s hand is the reminder…

No blade or bullet can ever cut as deep as the first wind of Winter... it reminds you how fragile we really are...

Alex Aug 2021

Treachery

With a heavy heart do I stumble…
With wounds deeper than the treachery that caused them…
Oh and to what extant do these treacheries reach…
To what ends does the poison flow
With icy cold fingers that holds the blade that strikes…
With callous...such callous is the impertinence of thy
For who is to blame? Nor you…nor I…
But trust…
Oh and such a word...for only man would have to create such a word to than create another to destroy...
Who’s like an infant...its only guilt... innocence
And yet as life fades... as does the burden I carry
Take this crown for it holds no value... and wear it well…
For tomorrow brings a new day…
And may you see this I hope… the sun rise and set
For I no longer have that luxury…

Alex Mar 2021

Your love is...

Your love is like a whisper...a whisper of a promise that is never fulfilled and a lie that grows like the wrinkles on the hand with age.

Alex Feb 2021

Abby Grove

The red roses of Abby Grove,
Stems of green and pollen gold,
Fallen leaves and the faint of scent
Winter comes in it’s deep decent.
The cold chill covers the once red field.
Lifeless and plain that holds no yield.
A once known fragrance now lost in white.
In the darkness under the moons bright light.
Is known. And forgotten in the spring last past.
Trees of green and meadows vast.
The meadow now white with snow
From echo cries of the faint black crow.
The red roses of Abby grove,
Once bright red now lost in snow.
Stems of green and pollen gold.

A fictional place that I visit from time to time.