Blew me away - Hello Poetry

Jun 15

Carl Joseph Roberts

FATHERS DAY

Fathers are a special thing
They give to you their time
They show you what you need in life
Give you peace of mind

Fathers do amazing things
Each and every day
Always there when you need
To say it is okay

Fathers teach you lessons
They guide you as you go
Allow mistakes to be made
So lessons learned you know

Fathers show compassion
Are their to lend a hand
Wrap their arm around you
And help you make a plan

A fathers job is never done
No matter what your age
For each time your father sees you
For him its Fathers Day

Poem by; Carl Joseph Roberts ( Joe)

May 27

The Poetic Architect

When the Season Returned

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I didn’t flinch
When the flowers bloomed—
they always do.
But the season that carried you back,
That’s what shook me.

Lately,
My heart leans toward your name.
I try to tell myself
I’m okay,
That I’ve built a life
without your echo—
But some lies are soft enough to live in.

I’m tired of wrestling
With meanings,
Of asking today
What it wants from me.
Even the future has gone quiet—
Its silence feels like mercy
Or warning.

I loved.
That much is certain.
Even when doubt whispered in the dark,
Even when the questions circled
and never landed.

Still,
I wanted to be the one
Who loved without needing answers,
Who held space
For the storm and the calm.

If I failed then, I carry that.
But today—
Today I choose stillness,
I choose prayer,
Hope shaped like a silhouette
In a dream I can’t forget.

This is what faith has carved in me:
I was once breaking, quietly,
But I didn’t fall through.

I’m still here.
Still standing.
Still waiting
For peace
To bloom again.

#random #bloomfields #light

May 25

The Poetic Architect

Remembered

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You heard me—
didn’t You?
Before my breath remembered shape,
You were already in the room
beneath the silence.

Sometimes I wonder—
why do You knock
before the door forgets it’s closed?
Why so soon,
so loud,
so gentle?

I didn’t believe in these things—
not the wind that speaks,
not the hush that burns.
But You— You’re God!
You’ve always been different.
And I,
always unraveling
in the sound of Your name.

This fragment—
the one I’ve hidden
under bone and memory—
You held it like it was Yours,
whispered it back to me
in a voice that felt like mine.

I know—
Your clocks are not my clocks.
Your roads curve where mine end.
Still,
I ask.

But I remember
who You are—
how You turn present pain
into seeds
for futures I cannot see.

So take it—
this now,
this ache,
this unopened hour—
and write it
into whatever tomorrow
You’ve already dreamed.

#wisdom #lord

May 25

The Poetic Architect

The Gift I Forgot to Open

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It rained.
The sky trembled,
and so did I—
waking in the hush of lateness,
a body unraveling in silence.
Illness came not like thunder,
but like memory—
quiet and overdue.

Weeks ago,
voices too young to understand
asked me things I couldn’t answer.
I smiled.
But something inside
went missing.
So I closed the door
before the next knock.
I named it fear,
but maybe it was a kind of vanishing—
the way I’ve always slipped through
before connection could tether me.

Trust—
a thin, brittle bridge
between islands.
I walked it once.
Now I float
in my own weather.

I thought
I was finished breaking.
That the years had made me whole.
But strength is not stillness.
And even stone remembers
how to fall.

There were worries
I tore from my own hands,
pages I left blank
so no one could read me.
And yet—
this morning,
I unwrapped something fragile
I had wrapped in forgetting.

And it was me.
Still here.
Still trying to become.

#self #sickness #time

May 9

The Poetic Architect

Revive

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…
They bloom without question,
Then vanish in rhythm.

No one ever sees the final surrender,
Its quiet return,
The sky’s last tear—
The ground’s soft ache.

But fall is not a loss—
It is rest,
A pause,
A stillness
Holding the shape of return.

While Love, unnamed,
Waits in the marrow of time,
Ready to rise
When nothing expects it.

Apr 10

alison

🍃

I don't want to fall like the leaves in autumn.
or like the snow in winter,
or rain when god is crying down to what a disappointment I am.
I want to shine like the sun, I want them to notice my sparkly lip gloss and admire me, like Athena.
I want to guide everyone through the night with my moonlight.
but I fail to their eyes because they dont see a success,
they see the opposite, they see ugliness. well now I know to never try again.