Kon Grin

Kon Grin May 2017

Fearless

Have the Mays always been rude
To the colour of my eyes?
I cant see but the deep blue
When my brain sees you,
Oh! When my brain sees you.

And I crave for your hair much;
Arms are empty without your touch.

I am fearless
Only in my dream.

Stay blessed, HelloPoetry.

Kon Grin May 2017

Window Glasses

A pinkish streak is
On her cheek
As rays are painting
On her skin,
Dispersed with window glasses in
A brown frame.
A theatre of colours
In her name.

I just saw a pink line on my friend's cheek

Kon Grin May 2017

Hellopoetry&Lyutik

Know a temple.
One, voracious with a pumping sound.
Thoughts are stomping on the marble
Floor. Was that a wound?

That has got its ivy growing.

See my fingers diving
Deep into the pillow of its dust.

Oh my sexless thing,
My chaos of the colour

Feel me lying at your arms.

Spaces to keep you disoriented through the letters. Is it how it's done?

Kon Grin May 2017

Youth

I am
in concrete,
Suspended in youth
I don't seek.

Stretching asleep
In a bliss
I'm warmed by the heat
Of my wings.

Little Wing

#youth #wings #fly #birds #bliss #warm

May 2017

Sylvia Plath

Jilted

My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
My tears like vinegar,
Or the bitter blinking yellow
Of an acetic star.

Tonight the caustic wind, love,
Gossips late and soon,
And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
The sour lemon moon.

While like an early summer plum,
Puny, green, and ****,
Droops upon its wizened stem
My lean, unripened heart.

May 2017

Ryan Holden

Affliction

This affliction,
my enemy,
Vast pain,
Frosty end for me,
Agony undying truth,
Something incurable,
The undying hope
Something durable.

My loved ones,
Notice I'm weak,
She will notice
I'm brittle,
True love I seek,
My strength, very little.

Torn between truth,
Not the athlete from youth,
Working hour after hour,
Crippled my body,
A fragile skeleton,
I embody.

My grandkids,
Inspired,
Regardless if grandpa,
Retired,
Cherishing moments,
In life,
I'll wisp away,
Still my wife.

Goodbye,
Beautiful queen,
I've loved you,
Since I was eighteen.

An old poem I wrote about my grandad passing away. I went back and edited it a little but it was the second poem I wrote. So sorry if it's not great but it's close to my heart. I wrote it from his perspective to my grandma.

#pain #afflication

Kon Grin May 2017

No Matter What Land

Build me up music, oh friend,
And scream against sand.
No matter how loud, we can
Irate or content.

We'll put it to music, my friend;
Hum against holes in our heads;
My lines at the tip of your tongue
Curving. We will hand-in-hand

Devote us to business so vibrant and long.
As no matter time -
No matter
What land.