I was walking
Through the edges of night
Whispering my wishes
To the full moon in slight
Watching carefully the clouds waving
I asked them:
Could you please stop my heart raving?
Freezing by my breathing
Take a step away,
I found a rose fallen on the street beatless
I asked it:
Could he be mine?
Happy Halloween & Full Moon!
so, there was this one day, a few years ago.
i think you know which one i'm talking about.
listens for a moment
right! and i tripped-
that hasn't changed, i'm still a klutz-
and you grabbed my hand and dipped me
just the way your mama taught you in second grade
and pretended to kiss me?
listens for a moment. laughs
yeah. that was the day i knew you'd always be around.
so, even though you're leaving now...
whether or not you want to...
turns around, paces for a moment
i know you're not really leaving.
because you're still...
listens, rolls eyes
yeah, i know it's corny, but it's true.
you're still right here.
taps chest, right over heart
you can't leave that.
Your eyes have hands –
I bet you didn’t know.
They touch, more than fingers
and hold, more than arms.
They hurt, more than fists
when you simply look away.
you are the salt
I can taste
you in my tears
you are the hollow
I can hear
you in my sighs
you are the vital
when I feel
you in my arms
has been dug out
with a spoon
When the will of two lovers bond
Is forged by one desired curse
To deal what the heart must
In earnest against all of natures force
Then the story of two lovers war
Must end in a tragic form
Never bound to be together
But separated by death
Even till the life to come.
Build your fort and be its watchman
Wound me with silence or cut me with words
Humiliate me, remove happiness
Put me in lonely company
Make me autarkic
I will battle with whispers
I will hide in plain sight
I will sulk in the now
I will **** with looks
I can cry in secret
sometimes you have to wrestle with authority
Love's slants and spins have me dizzy.
Thy laughter's the star I navigate to
Thy voice a song I listen for
Thy touch I long for
I make heated love's impious oaths.
Thy sigh is my pleasure as well
Thy smile is worth gold
Thy look my is my sun
a small, free verse, love poem
I want to be a writer -
and like a new poker player -
I'm starting to evaluate my cards.
I post on several poetry sites
I find syncing them kind of hard.
'Cause I'm the model of imperfection
heck, I'm the Edison of mistakes -
a teenager half-heartedly committed
to doing whatever it takes.
Does it help that I'm never happy?
That I constantly make updates?
At times I feel the proverbial cat
chasing its own tail -
but I think I'm making progress
- like a literary snail.
A poem about wanting to be a writer
Death's at our door, it's right there on our Ring.
I told it we're busy but it's patient - I think.
Death's at our door and - yep - it looks - viral.
But if you listen closely it's singing a carol.
"come out and play - it's a beautiful day"
"you can hide from the virus like a rat in a cave"
"but you'll just end up dying - some OTHER way."
The tune has such rhythm, the voice has such charm.
The pull is profound, my fears are transformed.
Death offers a beginning, not just an end.
and the offer's delivered with a wink and a grin.
Death looks like cross between an angel and a prince.
Death seems kind of funny. Mom! Should I let it in‽
A corona virus anxiety poem