ranveer joshua

May 2020

Kim Essary

As her words grab my heart with each and every message or poem I read,
It truly saddens me to be so far in distance, I can't offer her what she may need.
Never have I layed my eyes upon her, I can only Invision her beauty by her poems and words of wisdom.
Her soul sweet as the blooming flowers and heart as pure as gold.
It's as if her soul is that no less than angelic as she has touched many on this site and more.
What saddens me is soon she will no longer be with us as her illness is growing worse day by day,
My Dearest Kim Johanna Baker, there will be a sadness and void on this site and in my heart the day the Lord takes you away.
I hope that she may see this before it's her time to go, for when the other angels come for her I want for her to know.
The impact her sweet soul has left for all of us here on HP, some more than others , some of you like me.
So if you would or care to join me in my dedication to a very loving soul that makes this site so pleasurable, feel free to leave a comment below.
We love you our dear friend , our dear friend Kim!
Please feel free to repost this for the ones I don't know

Never met this wonderful lady but she has touched me and my life so dearly. Kim Johanna Baker

#kim #johanna #baker #friend #sweet #soul

May 2020

Jule

a feeling more near

A type of whisper
A time where I could hear
A place that wasn’t so far
And a heart that wasn’t in fear
A home so full
And laughter so bright
We all wake up one day
We all have sleepless nights
A lingering feeling
From eyes such deceiving
A broken truth like never leaving

#sleepless #anxiety #leaving #truth #lie

May 2020

Ira Desmond

A More Wicked Disease

The parks are now empty of all but the trees.
The rot in the woodwork has made itself clear:
the virus reveals a more wicked disease.

If we watch each other with growing unease,
more sinister shadows may draw themselves near.
The parks are now empty of all but the trees.

The nurses and doctors make no guarantees;
their furrowed brows are not at all insincere.
But the virus reveals a more wicked disease.

While some may not fret at a cough or a sneeze,
our day-to-day life shows a mask more austere:
the parks are now empty of all but the trees.

The wealthy can shelter on yachts overseas,
far-flung from the whims of our mad racketeer,
for he, too, was borne of this wicked disease.

But Justice may not brook the fraud she now sees,
her blindfold being repurposed as protective gear.
The parks are now empty of all but the trees,
and the virus reveals a more wicked disease.

#coronavirus #covid #america #justice #wealth #villanelle #trump #pandemic #trees #parks

May 2020

Liv

05/05

For the first time in a long time,
I can say that I feel free from expectations,
free from limitations,
and myself.
I can feel the seasons changing,
and it's been a while since
I've seen the surface.
Felt the sun kiss my skin
and heard the wind whistle melodies
as it grazed my ears
on the way to the mountains.
The whole world is aching –
I know, but the rain never cared.
It reflects a time
when man was primal;
before he had a right to fear.
The rain whispers to me, 'I love you.'
I love you,
and I am not afraid.

ranveer joshua May 2020

sometimes the moon is all i have

sometimes the moon is all i have.
for it listens in times of frustration
it listens in times of misery
it listens in times of sorrow
and it listens in times of grief
but i guess that is what i need most
the fact that i just want to be heard.

yet when the sun dawns upon us
it comes with an eventual relief.

Apr 2020

Shiny Star

So what

So what?
If you don't like me
I like myself just alright,
Just alright to go on.

So what?
If you turn me down
I will go on living,
Writing more stories.

I just wanna be more.
I wanna live a little more.
I wanna explore a bit more.
I'll love myself a little more
To make it all fine for me.

#love