My Dear Poet

My Dear Poet Apr 2023

I want to die before you do
I know it’s selfish, but it’s true
for all the pain I fear to know
would have me desire
to die before you go

I dread the memories we make
coming back to torment me
and for my sake
I’d rather die and know
that I’ve left you behind
than I to live and let you go

I don’t think I can bare
the weight of another breath
if you first leave,
every thought of you, I do
I’ll relive another death

Nor do I think I can carry
another hour of an empty day
where you once filled every second
and now you’ve gone away

I’d rather die than miss you
I’m sorry, but It’s true
I know I’ll leave you with pain
and you may or may not live again
but, I could never be without you
so I’d rather die before you do
in shame

My Dear Poet Apr 2023

HOLD

We hold on
only to break

We hold strong
only to shake

We hold in
only to explode

We hold out
only to implode
.

#holding

My Dear Poet Apr 2023

The Wait

Do not hold
to anything too tight
Loosely let go
without fight
It’s a matter of time
you will find,
what is yours,
requires no mind

nor might

Judge nothing
too soon by night
or be too quick
to judge before light
You’ll find reason
under the sun
wisdom will come
where faith
runs ahead

of sight

Desire not the crumbs
off their plate
Guard your desire,
appetite and state
Hold your hunger
and pause
Feed only your cause
Be still,
till all will be yours

if you wait
.

It’s been a while

My Dear Poet Mar 2023

Ripe

Entwine,
I ryhme
a word like vine
flowering a flower
on every line
forming to fruit
found from the root
of every thought
of my mind

My Dear Poet Mar 2023

Closer Than Ever Away

while you’re away
and forever
be never further
than closer than ever
to me

may you always stay
and never
leave here
for here is nearer
than you’ll ever be

My Dear Poet Mar 2023

161

I have, I have
161
then I am done
ready to be born
poems not on paper
digital drafts cannot be torn
awaiting patiently my pity
awakening awkwardly my flaws
flippantly pop pops
my plop drops
and splatters
ink on the floor

#poetry #poem

My Dear Poet Mar 2023

SAD

you cried all the summer rain
and howled the winter moon
along you sung a spring of sad
and played an autumn solemn tune
years of tears left seasons dry
a drought of death you bloom
mountains of fountains
of clouds in your eye
rained our storm and doom

#sad #seasons #disorder