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Tupelo Oct 2021
On that day
The two of us
Sitting beside another
On a pier over some river

Henry says to me:
"Do you ever wonder why there are fish
and birds and you and me?"

I took a moment
Then I said:
"No, I don't."

And there was silence
followed by laughter
And more silence

So we stayed on that pier
on some unimportant river
Watching the birds and the fish
and doing anything but wonder
How they could be
Tupelo Oct 2021
Cut me open
Watch my insides drain
Saltwater flooding the room
Making and island of this bed
Poems folded and floating
Like little paper ships
Destined to sink
Back to the floor
To rest with the fishes
As it once was
And so it shall be
Tupelo Oct 2021
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Tupelo Oct 2021
I died today
In that quiet place we shared
Where the sun trickled in
between the cracks in the blinds
Like dawn through the trees

In that place where we took
shelter from the storms,
Listening to the rain fall heavy
above our heads

I died today
In those moments in between
Where the leaves fall softly
And the insects still sing
like leaves in the fall
Tupelo Sep 2021
In those moments,
Those times in between
Where the world slowed
And our guards began to lower
I could feel every breath
Every second we shared
The feeling of your touch
Nothing short of electric
From the longing in your eyes
to the holy of your smile
Made every hour golden
Like autumn afternoons
Tupelo Sep 2021
I just want to feel the way I did
In that little cabin in the valley
Surrounded by the safety of your arms
And the comfort of your words
When all the world lay before us
And our hearts drummed free
Tupelo Sep 2021
For years I said hollow prayers to a god I never believed in
Begging for some sort of rescue from all the hurt in my heart

Now I spend all my mornings in church basements
Sipping coffee with strangers and ragtag friends

Telling them about all the pain in my chest
And how grateful I am to still be here
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