Apollo poetry - Hello Poetry

Dec 2020

Medusa

Nobody is pure.
Everything is broken or simulated.
Who can show me truth
In a handful of dust?

Trust yourself, if you will
But beware the stealth
Of love that finds you
Sleeping

Nothing is real.
The concept of reality
Died a hard death

Several ages past
Time for tea

Now. Now we will take
Tea together and talk
About sapphires, garlic,
Mules.

Tell me about the robot
Mules back home....
On your planet

Things seem to be so faux lately.
Everyone sounds like Siri to me.

Dec 2020

Jayantee Khare

The nature

In the sun
An uplifting run
Friends having fun
Massaging waves
Healing sand
Heartwarming
The spirit...charging
The soul..Solar powered

Relaxing evening
Stars soothing
The moon balming
The night...calming
Under the sky
The night passing by
The soul...Lunar cooled

Just an imagination

Dec 2020

misha

the forest

The
gnarled
branches of a tree
are a perfect home for birds
and the dreams of children to rest
glistening with
freshly melted snow,
shining under the morning sun,
shaking the sleep from their white wings
while we, the
little creatures that we are
play under the feathery boughs of green
dancing and picking wild mushrooms and berries
breathing
deeply
of pine
scented
air.

merry christmas :)

Dec 2020

Joseph S Fusaro

Snow

Allow your troubles to
fall off your shoulders

You are the sky
Watching the snow

The sound of confusion
It will ring no more

Dampened by
the softness
and grace
of it all.

#snow #winter #comfort #warmth #cold

Dec 2020

Sarita Aditya Verma

The Sky

It’s the wisdom of the sky
Even when placed high it never fails to humbly look down

There is much happening everywhere
It knows and recognises in between the clouds

Scattered and collected, the wind, changes the signature of the wispy clouds
The sky remains blue

🌿🌿

#the #blue #sky

Dec 2020

Carlo C Gomez

River of Forgetfulness

~
Sleep, sweet darling
Sleep

Remember drowsy
blue waters
heal and swoon
the ennui haze

In softly pillowed oblivion
where even your
little toes and feet
touch bottom

Beloved dreamer
in tempera obscurity
there will be no memory
of the procession
ferrying our kipped-down family

They will dance
widdershins around us
with fluttered eyelids
and reclining hearts

But whether an
allegory of the cave or
an analogy of the sun toward
some dividing line between
~either way~

Sleep, sweet darling
Sleep
~

#children #dreams #sleep #safety #family #lullaby #love #haven #story #hymn