Morgan: Favorites

Apr 2018 Morgan

Kim

We're almost touching.
we were walking side by side,
you're talking about cabs in your hometown.
I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers
whispering "it's alright."

We're touching but not quite.
you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars.
and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile.
In this world where I find it hard even to breathe,
you believed me.

I almost said it.
All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.

I want to find home in your collarbones.
Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in?
I want to seep in your being because I'm cold.
The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.

Almost.

Please don't ever become a stranger,
whose laugh I can recognize anywhere.

#love #anxiety

Feb 2018 Morgan

The Void

Feb 2018 Morgan

Wade Redfearn

The Void

This year has stopped my tongue.

This one is wet.
The last one was dry.
The next one will be dry again.

Somebody will say something
that curls, and curls,
and grows
and turns out to be nothing.

A red light will beckon and then disappear.
We will want, often, to be merely warm.
A blue light will beckon and become everything:
world, water, Great Wall
and a distant fleck of radiation in the void.

Nothing moves at that distance -
Nazareth as seen by the angel -
and we may feel for a while
like we fit
we can love
we are deserved.

Feb 2018 Morgan

Moonlight.

Feb 2018 Morgan

John Lock

Moonlight.

Overture for beginners
Venus the night herald
Calls to the showgirls
One by one
~
The evening star
Conducts the chorus line
Galaxy dancing
To Pembury Hill
~
Shy Selena
Lifting her petticoats
Hints at her coming
With ribbons of silverlight
~
Walk with me lover
Where Juliet wandered
Down starlit byways
To the Burmarsh chimes
~
Then maybe in moonlight
To the notes of a nocturne
Selena and Chopin
Will smile on the world.

Feb 2018 Morgan

Can Pain Control Existence?

Feb 2018 Morgan

Beauty Without Eyes

Can Pain Control Existence?

The deeper you sink
The darker it gets.
Sunlight fades into nothing,
Sound becomes a dream.
The pressure, the weight
Will rise beyond belief.
People will forget you
And you will forget them.

So all I can say is swim,
Don't let yourself drown
Because it doesn't matter
If you're swimming or sinking,
Pain will find you either way.
And if you don't believe me,
Believe this. I've been there.

I've been at rock bottom,
I've been at sky high.
But no matter where I'm at,
Pain has this way of finding me.
I hurt right now
For things out of reach,
But I know how to control
How much pain controls me.

Feb 2018 Morgan

Creation

Feb 2018 Morgan

Eliz

Creation

For there is love in life,
More than the stars in the night sky,
Beyond this universe.
For it is love,
All creation were created,
And it is love,
That saved us,
Through family, friends, nature,
And in everything we believed in
For love is why anything ever existed.

This is the most random poetry I've ever written.

#life #creation #love #family #friends

Nov 2016 Morgan

Crimson Skies in the Morning

Nov 2016 Morgan

Tammy M Darby

Crimson Skies in the Morning

Crept in sinister and foreboding
Announcing their warnings in silent contrails of clotted red
Though the signs were not heeded
The impending extinction civilization was to face
From this reality humans turned their eyes away

The war was soon in coming
The blood parasites set their war machines humming
Singing songs of death and gold coins
Rubbing their hands with mad glee
As death profiteers cackled and rejoiced
Veiled widows sobbed quietly resigned and forlorn

Black strangling stench of rotting bodies and lies
The look of defeat in helpless glazed eyes
Tears running down accepting streaked faces
The sounds of fading souls and lost dreams
The screams of the dying lessened and eventually ceased

When Crimson skies in the morning
Crept in sinister and foreboding

All Rights Reserved@ Tammy M. Darby Nov. 28, 2016

Nov 2016 Morgan

Yourselves

Nov 2016 Morgan

Satsih Verma

Yourselves

A circle,
will not become complete,
without a center.

The peripheries
cannot be defined.

Why should we
become prisoners
of small gods?

The hope―
is a gift of unknown.

Take it.

#life

Nov 2016 Morgan

Haiku

Nov 2016 Morgan

Elizabeth Squires

Haiku

over the trellis
cascaded a waterfall
of yellow rose blooms

Nov 2016 Morgan

Haiku

Nov 2016 Morgan