Defining Love - Hello Poetry

Jun 2018

Thomas P Owens Sr

move

we were leaving after all these years
the place where I was born
the only walls, alleys and rooftops I have come to know
I counted down the days with sorrow and fear
not sure what to say to my friends
the only friends I've known
like brothers we were

on the last day I wrote a note
and folded it
stuck it in a tight gap under the porch
where the wood had warped
it doesn't matter what it said
just that I was leaving a piece of me here
a piece that may never be found again

hardest thing I ever had to do as a kid

#friends #leaving #angst #fear #sadness #moving

Jun 2018

Melissa S

In the Cause For the Free

I watch as an older woman in a red flowery
dress holding yellow flowers looks out to the sea
Searching for the young man she fell
in love with at the ripe age of twenty three
He gave his life that day on the Normandy shore
on the sixth of June the year was forty-four
Every year this woman comes to the sea to remember
For when she said her marriage vows
she meant them to last to the end of her forever
She throws the yellow flowers out to the sea
Always grateful for the love they shared
and proud that he fell in the cause for the free

Remembering the 74th anniversary of D-Day

#remembrance #memorial

Jun 2018

SøułSurvivør

His Cathedral the Sky

R.I.P. Clinton Eugene Jarvis
~My father ~

The saguaro an altar
A tree stump a pew
He knelt in the garden
His church all that grew.

Cactus and succulent
Tenderly grown
Were all in his choir
For his ears alone.

From aisles of stone walkways
Stained glass in bright clouds
The sun was his mantle
The stars are his shroud

The lakes holy water
As a child he'd haunt
Skipping stones 'cross a pond
Like a Baptismal Font

Sat he 'neath the willows
To hear their prayer's sigh
The saguaro an altar

His Cathedral the sky.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 5/31/2018

Yesterday evening at approximately 9PM my father passed away. He was closest to God being out in, and working with, nature. He was a Master Gardener. A member of the Cactus & Succulent Society. I will write more about dad later on... Right now it's 5am and I've had no sleep. I'm going to try to rest. I'm handling the grief by writing... Remembering him fondly with words. Isn't that just like a poet...?

May 2018

Traveler

SLEEPYHEAD

This world can causes such sadness
Such suffering I cannot bear
Yet I drove her to her madness
And then I left her there

Close the world, shut out the sky
Allow this day to pass and die
‘Til the dreamer drifts to sleep
Take it now this soul you seek

Your eyes ask the questions why
My shame has no answer
She haunts me late at nights
The tiny little dancer

So far from being whole
Now my days are growing cold
Won’t be long until the reap
Now the dreamer drifts to sleep
.....

Traveler Tim

Written 2001

May 2018

Starr Bright

Rose Scent Dreams

She dances in the roses
feels him in the air,
he gives her all she needs
for his love is always there.

It surrounds her like the scent
of the beautiful rose she wears,
he always hold her close to him
so she always knows he cares.

She won’t ever let go
she promised him that,
for the trust she has in him
is a trust that will always last.

He’s her dream
that beautifully came true,
now they dance in moonbeams
as their rose scent dreams come true.