Little Wren: Favorites

Nov 2016 Little Wren

Oskar Erikson

I am the remains of you.
a crater in human form
from my limbs smoke erupts, snaking through pores
filling the air with the scent of shame and
discontent.
I am the impact point.
of a thousand glass shards spiralling
through air, sea and raining down into
our eyes
I am ground zero.
cracked and flaked islands of forgetful comments
compliments within razor wire conversations.
I am your living breathing monument.
painfully decorated and sculpted
to remind you
we imprint what makes us, us
and the worst is sometimes

What we see clearest.

#love #relationship #humans #imprint

Nov 2016 Little Wren

Tree Child

Nov 2016 Little Wren

Leslie Philibert

Tree Child

rest among the gentians
                     like an exhausted lover,
                     the road has thrown

you out of track and youth,
                     a line of rescue wakes
                     the rooks in the cold trees,

there is a nest not far away
                     waiting to fall, a pause
                     before the first call, a damp leaf.

written after seeing an accident on a country road near Rosenheim, in which a young man was killed...

Oct 2016 Little Wren

Simple False Hope

Oct 2016 Little Wren

Jasmin A

Simple False Hope

Dewy grass in the morning
                                                                             sun and I'm laying in it with

you.

                                                                                   The flowers in the weeds
                                                                             seem much happier than we

are.

                                                                             The roses have wilted in our
                                                                               hearts and our love's soil is

no good.

                                                                                  Just say that you love me
                                                                                   If not truthfully then just

for me.

Patience is insanity. Love is
                                                                        destruction. But after all of this
                                                                                            thinking and loving

you're

still my only. And I beg
                                                                                             you, my love, don't

                                   just

make me wait for such
                                                                                                          an exciting,

*beautiful chaos.

A poem inspired by E. Hopkins.

j.***

#love #hate #please #iloveyou #forever #waiting #loveme #mine #staywithme #readbetweenthelines

Oct 2016 Little Wren

Untitled

Oct 2016 Little Wren

dandelion fields

Untitled

she was born into the world of his life
the first day he met her.
he tried once to remember her before that day,
that moment,
perhaps to lengthen the knowledge of her,
own the breadth of her existence
just a tiny bit longer.
they must surely have come across the other,
there must have been a previous moment, he thought.
but the first moment remained.
then after,
the second moment when his love for her
burst like a many-petalled flower
after a long and yearning winter.
...or was it a slow descent into caring,
followed by a tender love,
such as a weary traveler making his arduous way
down a frigid mountain path
into a field of warm poppies?

Oct 2016 Little Wren

I Want Out

Oct 2016 Little Wren

Eric L Warner

I Want Out

How do you write about something you can't talk about?
How do you discuss anything, when every wire is tapped?
How do you profess your love or confess your sins, when every confession will lead to a cage.
I need to get out of here.
Just one more job.
Just one more loose end.
Just one more person to pay off.
Just one more dollar.
Just one more bullet.
Just one more tank of gas.
Just one more broken heart.
Just one more funeral.'
Just one more poem, to get through this day.

Oct 2016 Little Wren

limp

Oct 2016 Little Wren

TreadingWater

limp

the words. don't. come.
so e as ily
these _ days
not so much <at all>
whatdoihavetosay
[when] she is no longer
^listen^ing^ ^^
}}wooden}} {{chimes{{
cl _an _ k  around
like her° name° in° my° head°
& her-voice-in-my-chest
₩hen you've had her
in your skin\ \ bones\ \ breath
once she's.             gone.....
what's.    really.
¿left.

Oct 2016 Little Wren

her

Oct 2016 Little Wren

Sam

her

the door was barely opened before
I caught her like a 2am yawn (once seen unstoppable)
she caught my smile but expressed it better than I ever could
and like I would for the queen I quickly stood
she must have seen my eyes through the hazy night
and she moved closer like poetry I cannot write

ok I can't help myself
she walked like an 'um' itself
an um for the wordless times
when something more important is on your mind
when you're asked for the truth but are filled with lies
when in pause, time it buys

gliding like a miyazaki dragon spiriting me away
anywhere but here, the now, the day
struck dumb
the response to her hello?
- 'um'

#poetry #thoughts #night #her #um