her split was met
with much joy
whilst in residence
she did so annoy

the tenants were
truly glad of heart
that she'd decided
to finally depart

on hearing the fading
away of her din
all being contented
in showing a grin

she'd not be missed
around the digs
long they'd endured
her rattle of twigs

happy times will be
happening for good
as she's vacated
their neighbourhood

they'll ever delight
in lodgings quiet
now she's withdrawn
her booming diet
  1h Cné
TSPoetry
.
sweltering hollow

summer knocks upon the door

nobody is home
I've killed the monsters in my closet
and the ones under my bed
I've driven them to Timbuktu
cut off their troll-like heads
I've burned their hobbled houses
buried the remains in hard cement
I've slashed their tires, scratched the paint
happiness, at each event
Endangered and/or extinct
no tears will I shed or weep
now if the human ones will follow
I can finally get
some
sleep
All the Ted Bundies and the ilk
banished to hell for all time
a nice warm glass of cow milk
having disposed of the slime

;D
  17h Cné
Melissa S
Dream of me
I am real...
I am where smiles are made
and tears fade away
Where hope springs forth
Away from the darkness
of the earth

I am the glow of the moon
and all the stars in the sky
those who seek the light
shall have me as their guide

I am the red bird or butterfly you see
Just keep your eyes open... to find me
I am where tomorrow is coming
and hope always holds on
My darling
I am never truly gone....❤
I have been dreaming of my mother lately and do not want to wake up because it feels so real and I miss her so. I wrote this from her perspective writing to me
  1d Cné
anemo ne
A woman
more than her womanly parts
more than her bodily self
more than her character that you perceive
fullest is she when washed over with emotion
a mother
daughter
sister
she strives to be
always arriving
Alone in her barracks driven to atrophy
Barricaded from within for a feeble life outside
an endearing way for the moment
Not to suffer
as she already endured her half
leaving ends untied
Now onto something plush
imagining that which never was
or perhaps something a bit more rough
a silent break
or a
break of silence
to continue on
this way
beloved
you
a source of love
you bring life in
to an outer world
that turns you away
into yourself
you keep all pain
from eyes that are Yours
you show no weakness
Ohhh...
those hands seen nothing
but austerity
uncleanliness was where you found yourself
growing up
aspersed by those
whom opposed your struggling
your beyond those tattered memories
that kept you below
your more than I could ever ask for
the very leap that gave sprung to
my confidence
to the gentle
‘water’ in me
in you
the ‘air poetry’ we read
to live
day in to day out
always are you there
whenever you’re unneeded anymore
I won’t give it a second thought to return the favor
to show you life as you have with us
diligently pacing for you with humility
mother you will no longer have to carry
this weight no more
for it is already
imported onto my back
to ease your trail
further along the unknown
i’m without worry
you
Will
live life again as
You
Always
should’ve
For my Mother. And every other Mother out there, your Child(ren) love(s) you...

too often do I take many things for granted.
Cné 7d
The evening's still and quiet
and the katydids abound.
The flag is hanging listlessly
as I listen to their sound.

Desultory the summer air,
as though the world awaits,
"Something evil this way comes."
the foe is at the gates.

A feeling of impending doom
accompanies the air.
Nothing moves.
A stifling presence hovers over there.

Like a blanket, smothering
t'is much too hard to breathe.
And yet, my arms are paralyzed
and sword, I can't unsheathe.

I watch as shadows gather
in miasma up the street.
A harbinger of evil
with an odor, sickly sweet.

I feel it getting nearer
and my heart beats fast with fright.
What imagination ...
on a stifling summer night.
It’s the dog days of summer!
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