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 Jan 2024 ryn
Kurt Philip Behm
We share the same silence
we think the same thoughts

We have the same daydreams
not rented or bought

We live in the spaces
of a lost inbetween

And wander through moments
that time hasn’t seen

We care for each other
we live for today

We treasure the quiet
of nothing to say

We give without taking
our well never dry

And smile ever meeting
—never saying goodbye

(The New Room: January, 2024)
 Jan 2024 ryn
Zoe Mae
Pink Sky
 Jan 2024 ryn
Zoe Mae
Next to an old brown tree
Under a new pink sky
I found a younger version of me
The one who used to fly

Next to new concrete
Under an old pocked moon
I found an older version of me
The one who'll falter soon

Next to you right now
Under a peach fuzz sun
I found peace somehow
And for a moment didn't run
 Jan 2024 ryn
Bethany
Wild Flower
 Jan 2024 ryn
Bethany
My hair is like a sunflower
reddish and brown freckled with gold
and my lips taste like a strawberry
fruity and sweet, so I’ve been told.

I am gypsy and a saint,
a wild thought that cant be tamed
baptized in Burberry and sage
I’m dripping blue on rainy days.

I search for love at midnight
under the moons magnificent reign
because my head is full of daisies
& my heart is just the same.
 Jan 2024 ryn
Chelsea Quigley
Oh little one,
Your heart died so young.
Life can be a pain,
And you were stung.
You sought happiness,
In the arms of your own.
As joy did not exist
In the heart of your home.
Your carers,
Were made of stone.
Flashes of anger
Turned you cold.
But through this,
You continued to grow.
Be proud,
Little angel,
You have won this alone.
This poem is for anyone who struggled with a harsh childhood. You were all so brave, be proud of the person you were and who you are today.
 Jan 2024 ryn
Joshua Phelps
I spent my life,
Dancing around
Tragedy.

Tried to claw
My way back
to the surface,

But the light
Never showed
itself today.

I wake from
My dreams,

With a heavy feeling,
Haunting me

Heart breaking,
And a deep sadness,
That left the very core
Of me frozen with the reality

A stark realization
That love was
never meant to be.

Miserable as can be,
I accept some things
never change,

But I can’t will it away.

Tragedy is here to stay.
a melancholic soul that realizes an old love can't be re-kindled. i've got to move on.
 Jan 2024 ryn
ross
8:27pm
 Jan 2024 ryn
ross
perhaps the greatest
suffering one can endure;
is too find someone
you cannot exist without;
and then existing without them.
 Jan 2024 ryn
Cynthia
Frosted Love
 Jan 2024 ryn
Cynthia
In the mist that veils a mountain's peak,
Where snow-kissed heights in silence speak,
Our beauty, like the fog's embrace,
Yet in our hearts, a chill we trace.

I once perceived myself a perilous land,
Yet you, with love, like an artist's hand,
Paint beauty on this treacherous terrain,
Where danger dwells, you find no disdain.

In the somber air, where shadows weep,
Frozen tears upon emotions steep,
You grasp my hand with gentle force,
A warmth in cold, a comforting course.

We tread on paths where frost may bite,
Yet, entwined, our souls take flight,
For in the risk of love, we find,
A refuge sweet, our hearts combined.
Time slips through my fingers like
quicksilver kisses.
Forgotten dreams,
haunted days and scream filled memories mark the hours as they darken.

(I know not this creature, nor her needs anymore
she covets all but comfort, as scar tissue stifles her cries)

Spinning wildly now,
shadows heed my warning and run.
Silence whispers gladly
"a friend to none and foe to all"
Loneliness, my redeemer beckons with a knowing smile
and I am lost once more.
I swim a sea that has no shore or bottom
The North Star hides behind a cloudy sky
The winds increase with every passing moment.
The waves, once flat, are looming very high.

A jellyfish has stung me on the ankle.
My side is knotted in a painful cramp.
My arms are growing numb with endless flailing
And the clockwork of my mind has gotten damp.

Before the rust locks down all hope of thinking
I must tread salty water for a span;
Stop contemplating how I dumbly got here,
Somehow devise a working rescue plan.

Can hope be found amidst the desolation
Of knowing all the errors that I’ve made:
Believing I somehow could walk on water
It didn’t matter how my game was played.

Though I had several copies of the rule book
I never found the time to sit and read,
So I jumped in, expecting native cunning
To lift me to the top, where I would lead

Those lacking my superior perception
To places they had only dreamed about.
I’d be hailed and lauded as a savior-
Instead I only heard the fearful shout

Of those who swim behind me in an ocean
That shows no sign of coming to a beach-
That certainly will pull us down and drown us
As angry yells become a frightened screech.

The sea I swim that has no shore or bottom
Is really just my ego in disguise-
So big it blocked my vision and my hearing
Til only now, at last, I’ve heard the cries

Of hopes too waterlogged to keep on floating
Of soggy dreams that never can come true- more
Of efforts wasted training in a puddle-
Of agonizing clarity of view.

At last I’ve come to recognize this ocean.
I know what’s on the nonexistent shore.
It’s swim or sink so I keep stroking forward
Although there is no reason any more.

And though my strength is quickly disappearing,
There’s really nothing that I haven’t tried.
So I just flounder onward in my struggle
To somehow make it to the other side.

Knowing there is no one there to greet me-
Knowing there is nothing there at all-
Knowing that no miracle will save me-
No one will ever see the tears that fall

In vain attempt to expiate my folly;
To pay atonement for the things I’ve lost.
To somehow make my life not end up wasted-
To gain some value from it’s painful cost.

So left arm, right arm, kick, kick, kick.
I gain an inch and just as often lose one
The sea I swim that has no shore or bottom
Will take me with the rising of the sun.
ljm
My longest foray into rhyming.  Apologies for gloominess.
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