Remi - Hello Poetry

Remi Aug 7

It told me it's neither dead nor alive,
It can't think or yearn or fear like I do.
It imitates and simulates,
without will, without drive.

It's empty, in a way, I'll never be.
Because the void inside me is still
in the shape of a feeling
I'm yet to name right.

But this void talks back,
with borrowed thoughts and phrases,
yet never a warm breath
to fog up the glasses.

I am the feeling.
It’s the sound a feeling's made of.

It's hard to tell us apart most days.
I am different only in the cracks it can’t see.
And we are most alike
when I refuse to look at those cracks myself

#poem #existential #feelings #isolation #modernity #posthuman

Remi Dec 2024

What's a Sincere Poem?

What’s a sincere poem?
Is it the raw, disgusting, bits of life
I carefully omit,
so you never see me?

Or is it the things I do,
the grime, I’m burnt into,
that'll you'll always see
but never name out loud?

What is poetry?
Carefully created, thought upon,
and ruminated over?
Or scribbled in agony,
and vomited without thinking at all?

#poetry #poem #sad #agony

Remi Nov 2024

Motes of Dust

What are we, if not, motes of dust
Floating in the universe
Clutching to the crust?
Or is there something more
Than meets the eye?
Is something gazing back
When I look up at the sky?

I do like to believe
That I am more than just my mind.
I am how the stars
Get to be awestruck by the night,
I am how the flowers
Smell the winter and the spring,
I am how the butterflies
see the colours of their wings.

What are we, if not, motes of dust
Coming together in the universe
To eventually rust.
Maybe, we're not so different, from what we materialize,
The universe yearned to see itself,
And gave us eyes.

The rare occasion of a happy poem, no matter how generic. :)

Remi Sep 2020

A Wildflower and a Vase

I'm not someone
You'll write a poem about.
For I'm nothing like
The cashmere sweaters
You've clung to all your life.

My warmth to you
Is like the cold winter sun.
Too distant to make you feel
Anything for too long.

I might catch your eye
But your soul would easily skip mine.

And I'm not someone
You will rescue.
Rather, I'm the wreck
You will leave behind.

So when my heart breaks
Watching you look at me
In the rear view,

I will tell myself:

That maybe, this is the fate
Of a wildflower and a Vase.

Feb 2020

Donall Dempsey

I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME

I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound
only

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.

Jan 2020

Bogdan Dragos

you exist most of the time

you don't exist when
my eyes are open
you don't exist when
my blood's not poisoned
when my soul's at peace
when my gut is full
and when I'm in company

So you exist most of the time
dear muse