Jess - Hello Poetry

Jess 3d

Tiny droplets gently spattered down,
a weight the clouds could no longer hold;
and the earth received with grace,
drinking the sky’s released sorrow.

The air, clean and weightless,
with the last gray weight shed down,
became the limitless canvas
for all the shades in a spectrum’s bow.

A sight that soothes the mind—
but mine refused to follow,
clinging to every whispered confession
you released into the wind,

each word a prism unfolding,
each silence, a held breath—
I watched, waiting,
for your sky to rise in colors.

So when the worst storms come,
love, let me be your earth;
to soak in all the heaviness.

A wish that went unfulfilled.
The storms only grew darker,
and your sky never brightened.

Jess Mar 31

Sparrow lesssons

I woke up, only to claw back toward sleep,
but your smile had already slipped,
your face dissolved into the dark corner,
and the space where I wish you were,
hold only my gentle whisper to you.

Outside, the drizzle writes a symphony,
breeze combing through the tress sent a shiver,
small cheek-spotted sparrows scatter upward,
each chirp, each wingbeat humming your name.

While everything around keeps going on,
I'm slowly learning to hold absence,
like a sparrow holds the wind,
not by grasping, but letting it pass through.

But some days, I feel it drag my feathers down.
And I wonder, "What if the sky is just another falling?"

Mar 29

Maryann I

The Day After You Killed Yourself

The sun still rose—did you know that?
A dull, indifferent thing,
spilling light over hollow places
that once held your shadow.

They found your coat on the chair,
your shoes by the door,
as if you meant to return.

The air was thick with silence,
the kind that hums in empty rooms,
pressing against the walls
where your voice used to be.

Someone called your name by accident.
Someone set a place at the table.
Someone swore they heard your footsteps
on the stairs.

And I—
I watched the world keep spinning,
watched birds lift into the sky
as if nothing had been lost,
as if the earth had not swallowed
a universe.

#grief #suicide #loss

Mar 17

Abbott J Hardison

Wishing For You

The sun descends on the horizon,
Flaming all the way to its death,
A far ways out in the ocean.

I shed a tear watching it fall,
Though, not for that great ball of fire,
Come tomorrow it will rise again.

The tears I shed are for you,
For my arms which will be empty tonight,
Always wishing you were here.

If only

#wishes #love #sun #night #death #fire #nature

Mar 16

Enoch

The dance of grief

The dance of grief,
between a lot of you,
and a little of me.

What’s the point of this dance?
The soulless wave,
the rhythmless step,
and the pointless music.

Here we round a circle,
and make a little of this dance,
suffer from same pain,
deal with different of grief.

She gave a lot to the whole lot of you,
each and unique,
she made this dance,
which we called grief.

She left…
She left and dance for the lot of you,
and the much for me.

Mar 16

Clay Micallef

Grief

There is something
in the early morning air
that fills my lungs with
a familiar loneliness
as the dull pain
behind my eyes
makes the stars
look like tiny tears
as the moon shakes
the nightmares from
its restless mind
I close the book
on yesterday
I wrestle with
this pen and paper
as the background
radio preachers
love and forgiveness
there is a moment
when the eyes close
and the mind opens up
there is a moment when
I see her smile I almost
feel her embrace
within a second
she is gone …
Clay.M