Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Jul 19 ryn
Hannah
unvanquished
 Jul 19 ryn
Hannah
i knew it was going
too good
for too long

feelings in the green
actually, genuinely
enjoying life? who knew

one trip one wrong step
crumbling into ashes
thinking about that shiny metal once again

****** person
undeserving of respect
your purpose is for others
no rights for you

thoughts that were
always there, waiting for
me, welcoming back

twas a fool to think
i had overcome something
so innate so natural

foreshadowing maybe?
a fresh start thwarted
doomed to return to the same

darkness
didn't take much to kick me down again
 Jul 19 ryn
Carlo C Gomez
4.
Patterns of sugarless fairytales:
Field of reeds
Beckoning strings,
Robots in the garden,
Theory of the crows
Favorite lunch spot
Right in front of the window
Where we sit and drool
Our later years away.

24.
Amusement parks on fire,
The new improved hypocrisy.
Amusement parks on fire,
The science of imaginary solutions.
Amusement parks on fire,
The masses in line for the ride.
 Jul 19 ryn
Carlo C Gomez
Her constellations move differently

She no longer controls star systems

Only one remaining cluster
now orbits her

But it is more than enough

For they need and love her as their light-giving empyrean
Title inspired by the poem "Benign" by fellow HP writer Puds: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4049817/benign/
Our road has not been straight, my love.
It has not been an easy journey.
Our path was filled with barriers
And led through lands of many dangers.

Sometimes our shoes grew worn and thin
From trudging through the obstacles
And it would have been much easier
To stumble to our knees and fall.

But one of us was always strong
When the other’s strength diminished
Though there were times we could have quit
We clambered up and moved along.

We now float calmly in still waters
Knowing that our craft is strong
As we at last enjoy the sunsets
And listen to the nightbird’s song.
  ljm
Sometimes love wears thin, but it never disappears.
 Jul 17 ryn
Timothy
Sober
 Jul 17 ryn
Timothy
my bones urge me
to live in the midst
of ordinary miracles:

rain on the roof
ant's nests
bats at night
the ocean's waves

sleepy sentences
won't do living justice
the paper dries things
and they die here

unless words discover
realities hiding
in plain sight

the best poems
stick in your head
despite efforts
to keep them out
Next page