Alex - Hello Poetry

Alex Jul 2023

I wake...and from bed a chill overtakes me... the rustling of the trees... the dancing of the drapes... The wind...

I sit there for a moment... as bumps cover my arms... my lips turn cold...

My feet touch the ground... it sparks a memory... a dream... a mixture of both... As cold as marble but as familiar as a friend... Its the routine...

I make my way to the window to shut it... The crackling of the wood as it falls shut... I stand there... gazing on the world beyond... An illusion...

Silence now... no rustling of trees... no wind... but the cold lingers... The bumps on my arms... the proof...

The days I wake and my room is the coldest... are the days I feel most alive... Its amazing what goosebumps can do to you...

Alex Jul 2023

The Cage

A caged bird... lays its egg
Sits in pain with a broken leg
It sings its song for all to hear
Knowing well that death is near
The egg hatches and from the shell
A tiny beak who's life is well
It wakes one day its mother gone
The body buried beneath the lawn
The young bird sits quiet now
A single tear upon its brow
Silence falls admits the room
It sits in wait within its tomb

I love the idea of pets... Always always loved birds but I have never had the heart to get one and have a cage for it. So I got a bird feeder and enjoy the ones outside with my cup of coffee. Live on little buddies live on...

Alex Jul 2023

The Crow

Alone in darkness you'll hear it speak
Wrinkled wings and a worn out beak
Eyes pure black with a deadly stare
Smell of death in the air
A bird or myth some may claim
Death or fear it's all the same
It spreads its wings and starts to soar
It's presence you can't ignore
Once its near you'll feel the pain
Choice of death they can't explain
A hole dug for the body now
A field of lies is what they plow

Alex Jul 2023

Lost

What is left?
For the only light that shimmers are fragments of memories
Memories…from the candle that fell dim long ago…
The dried wax its tears….
And the smoke? The ghost that haunts me even now…
I see it…the rose that once sat on the table…
That bloomed as if for birds to see and no one else
Forgive me…
For I am man…and as such blind…
Ignorance and shame….
Both of which I know too well

Alex Jul 2023

Truth

Truth?
A tale that’s written in darkness…
Falling on deaf ears
Left for the mute to repeat

Alex Apr 2023

Failure

It starts with a simple step…
A fumble…a push…
And with the stumble it’s the hand that catches the fall…
With knees on ground as if in a bow…
And then…? We stand…
Blood running down the leg….to remind us…
The pain…our reward…
For what a reward it is…
No mountain of gold…no kingdom or crown stands in equal…
Stand now…Stand as if in marble for all to see…
Name it grace…humility… for they are placeholders…
Your failures…sit at your feet as crumbled stone from a sculpture’s hand.
And the eyes that gaze now…the possibilities that lay ahead.

I spend many a nights on this site reading peoples works and creations... And am embarrassed that my words fall short in comparison to the genius that can be found on here... I have no idea what others use for inspiration but for me personally... Hans Zimmer - Chevaliers de Sangreal is a piece of music that gets the gears in my brain to turn...

Alex Apr 2023

Empty Bottles

I'm the one that made a promise
And you, the one that broke it...
Words that are empty...like the bottles on the floor...
Bless-ed be the broken
Blessed are the lost
For like me they are alone.