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From the birthday to the final day
we can never obstruct mortality's way
heartfelt investment in family or friend
will never cease, will never end

Memories live on beyond earthly demise
in the eyes of the bereaved and their goodbyes
recollections of happiness together with pain
sun drenched times mixed with rain

Legacies live on in everyday life
our old friend time does heal strife
we still wish they were only a phone call away
we still miss them every single day

There is no price on emotional cost
but nobody loved is ever lost
For the bereaved
Chris Neilson Aug 30
welcome to my wilderness years
spent trapped with hope and fears
dressed in a veil of toxic tears
riding a cycle of life which veers
towards anxiety's extreme frontiers

front ears, the most eerie of ears
in an era of lost working careers
careering to a cliff edge that nears
'til the depressive dust cloud clears
driven away by listening engine ears

identifying with rebellious mutineers
and creative bohemian pioneers
PJ Harvey rather than Britney Spears
the altruistic and the volunteers
I live a life in all their spheres

not searching for 1,2 or 3 cheers
as the only rhyme left is gondoliers!
Just a bit of Friday for fun my fellow Hello Poetry contributors. Have a grand weekend!
Chris Neilson Aug 26
Some pronounce them pomes
more usually heard as poe-ims
in our work we must trust
whether it sinks or swims
We make the world go around
Chris Neilson Aug 23
getting noticed on
Hello Poetry is like
knitting spaghetti
Chris Neilson Aug 21
Youth should be carefree
in our dotage we should get
dignified free care
Agreed?
Chris Neilson Aug 15
Today I looked up at the house
where I joined this life
in a single bed under a window
on a freezing February day
with the Beatles at number one
my mother and me as one

My conscious memory pages
are brown and curling inward
to close the windows of my soul
would colour my vivid recollections
but this I do not wish upon me
waves of nostalgia would drown me

Depression is living in the past
I've heard this said to my face
that post code won't lure me
as I reside on anxiety street
about the future I'm too busy worrying
anything and everything is worrying

All our yesterdays should stay there
their taunting can be debilitating
we age, our bodies let us down
trying to turn back time is futile
staying close to loved ones is all we can do
living in the present is all we can do
I was born in a house not a hospital. I visited that house today. I viewed it from a safe distance.
Chris Neilson Aug 15
your first two years of
life then shape your character
all your life after
What happens in the first 2 years of life lays the foundation for everything to come
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