metaphor - Hello Poetry

Jan 2019

Rohan P

maybe to hold
      darkly

that which loves you warm;
that which loves you warm and
     sundry.

Flesh to blade, as skin to lips.

love is a pressed handle—
love's pressed handle
        as reddish

florals.

As flush: what you
mean to hold me.

For Nori, a dog, a sister.

(I don't like to say "my dog" because that connotes a power hierarchy with necessary roles of ownership and possession. I'd rather conceive of her in egalitarian terms).

Anyway, she always finds me when I'm down; she knows when I'm not feeling right, and she's always there for me. She's the only love I ever need.

Nov 2018

ryn

Opening Doors

Finally trying doors.
      Looking for spaces that would have me.
        Looking for spaces that’d fit.

Most knobs...
                       Cold.

   They haven’t been touched in a while.
I’ve never bothered to try them.

     They’d probably would open up to empty spaces.

How fitting...
     An empty space for an empty soul.

Aug 2018

Mary Gay Kearns

Snapped

The wind snapped in his tongue
A cruelty beyond measure
So in trembling fear she floated
Downstream to the edges of time
And in that way said goodbye
A thank you for everything.

Love Mary x

Aug 2018

Rohan P

doves

how do you
fade? doves
sink into a red sun

pale,
aberrant in a sky of
memory.

f. ell (always)

#ellie #love

Aug 2018

Rohan P

wake up

i love
your morning gaze,

like silk
—torn, ethereal:

the world
disappears when

you touch me.

i want to fall in love

#love

Aug 2018

Rohan P

blue i

paper airplanes
folded into
shimmering glances of
you, your eyes buoyant,
rusty with the dust.
you, your eyes fireflies
—looming, granite fireflies—
folded into
floodlights

glaring, blinding,
blue.

while trying to describe your blue eyes, the first thing I thought of was a paper airplane in a blue sky.

#blue #i

Aug 2018

r

Shade

Shade, go away
knaves, your shadowy
hands are made of clay,
simple worthless dirt.

Darkness, be gone,
night belongs to poets alone
to cast their bones where they may,
worthy words, their poetry.

Or something like that. :) -

#opposablethumbs

Aug 2018

Rohan P

nailed open

the body turns
and trembles
and opens

you didn't tell
me that the green
was closing in

but the fence nailed
open
and turns
and trembles.

#nailed #open #fence #turns #trembles #metaphor

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