ryn: Poems

Dec 15 · 146

Intrepid

ryn Dec 15

Intrepid

Grant him this night
For he longs for the cold embrace

As he lays haphazardly
In a universe seemingly displaced

Swallow whole
And serve nothingness like you once did

Cast the black
For he’s all ready and intrepid

#hellopoetry107 #intrepid

Dec 13 · 125

Choke

ryn Dec 13

Choke

As the ink grows a tad eager,
the heart beats a little faster.
To free the catch in my throat,
is a folly that I never could learn.
And this fire in my being that has my tongue...
forever could burn.

#hellopoetry107 #choke

Dec 13 · 446

takers

ryn Dec 13

takers

.
put us down to slumber’s deep
pay no mind to keepers’ keep
afford no mercy as takers creep
shed not tears for the night’s unsleep
.

#hellopoetry107

Feb 28 · 453

Drapery

ryn Feb 28

Drapery

The curtains will close,
only if we’ll allow it.

Not now…
Not at each darkened hour -
where the cycle of ticking hands
seem to wipe clean, the ash and dust
off the faces of every clock.

•••

When the curtains finally do close…
And a little too late…

May the drapery be large enough
to grant eternal peace
and enshroud all the bodies that lay

but not our eyes…

Our hearts…

Our resolve…

#hellopoetry107 #drapery

Jan 26 · 361

Mesmerised

ryn Jan 26

Mesmerised

As he stand rooted -
mesmerised by the dance of lashes.
Alluring glances
from such beguiling eyes.

A flame then rekindled,
flickering weak…
Where once a chapter had died.

A foreign beating…
A rhythm he once knew and played.
Fuelled in trickles,
till a fire was stoked.

•••

He still stands frozen,
entranced and enamoured,
by the irises that sang a tune
too familiar.

Resurrecting joy
while planting the seed of cancer
only time will nurture.

#hellopoetry107 #mesmerised

Jan 14 · 366

Remains

ryn Jan 14

Remains

.
They all tell the same story.
Each in their very own way.

How they share the same canvas,
yet revel the distance between.
At times twinkle in unison -
their secret code.
Wilfully scattered
across the universe.

The stars;
They’d still tell the same,
old story,
Even though,
the words would’ve changed.
They’d hum the same tune…
To what ears that still listen.

But stubborn I am,
as my heart
would whisper -
loudly into the quiet.
As if to slake the thirst
and quell the fires…
The remains of the love…
Of ages come.

.

#hellopoetry107 #remains

Jan 4 · 469

Crimson

ryn Jan 4

Crimson

Promises of respite
from sallowed ashes,

adorned with feathers
from a thousand culled doves.

Haplessly wishing that freedom
comes soon.

A hope ensnared
in the clench
of crimson-stained gloves.

#crimson #hellopoetry107

Nov 2023 · 697

Labyrinth

ryn Nov 2023

Labyrinth

Embalmed skin -
seemingly made anew,
yet pocked with sores…
from a life past.

The then waylaid heart
needed only whisper…

And long was the walk
through the cursed labyrinth
of sharp worldly things.

#hellopoetry107 #labyrinth

Oct 2023 · 814

albeit

ryn Oct 2023

albeit

we fly
with lofty feathers
albeit shorn wingtips

we speak
but with pregnant minds
albeit engorged nibs

#hellopoetry107 #albeit

Sep 2023 · 711

Cataract

ryn Sep 2023

Cataract

What’s this glaze
over my eyes…

A heavy mist
with fingers…
that lingers.
A cataract that
dives and claws
into the black
of irises.

A film,
a veil,
a canvas botched
and vandalised
with arguing paints.
And indelible black
that sings of sadness,
highlights the aches
of dejection
and screams
betrayal.

#cataract #hellopoetry107

Sep 2023 · 336

Intermission

ryn Sep 2023

Intermission

As if world-gazing through filters,
we’d be enamoured by the beguiling nature
of its ways and the silent poetry it recites.

We’d be captivated by the subtle touches
of scentful breezes.

We’d zealously claim the emotions evoked;
and all its nuances, as our own refined beings.

We’d then forget…
For a fleeting moment -
the scars that mark our hearts…
and the tumour that eats at us.

#hellopoetry107 #intermission

Aug 2023 · 784

Premature

ryn Aug 2023

Premature

.
          Lone dew,
          at the tip
          of a blade.
          Orphaned,
          by a cool night’s
          moon.

               Disappeared,
               quickly with
               intentions unread.
               Devoured,
               by the sun
               much too soon.

#hellopoetry107 #premature

Aug 2023 · 1.2k

Spectre

ryn Aug 2023

Spectre

There’s no respite
from this spectre
from memories dead.

There’ll be more moons
before vigil relinquishes
its stead.

#hellopoetry107 #spectre

Aug 2023 · 348

Trade-Off

ryn Aug 2023

Trade-Off

.
“Isn’t this
what you had always
hoped for her?”
she asked.

And he said,
“So much...”
as tears from his eyes
flowed freely
into the limitless forever.

#tradeoff #hellopoetry107

Aug 2023 · 669

Mother

ryn Aug 2023

Mother

.

Sat there
and stroked her hand
while she slept.

And as I traced each wrinkle,
upon every knuckle,
each told me stories.

Stories of my growing up,
that I knew,
which I’d long forgotten.

They reminded me
of my childhood mischief,
truancy and nonchalance.
They spoke to me of wilfulness.
They struck me
with shame of the audacity
and the occasional disrespect.

But I’m no longer pursuing
childish fantasies.
And I no longer see
through adolescent eyes.

So as she laid there fast asleep,
I hoped hopelessly and silently,
for her to read my thoughts
and feel my love…

While I stroked her hand
and wept.

.

#mother #hellopoetry107

Jul 2023 · 3.1k

Backtrack

ryn Jul 2023

Backtrack

The years had brought me here.
It has been a far walk.
But it’s time I took a breather.
Just to muster a look back.

Many were shed along the way.
Perhaps met with many a forked path.
Or simply that the ticks of the hands
had decided different for them.

I’d dug deep,
and I’d seen you…
Amongst several others.

Making your mark
at every checkpoint.

I haven’t been alone.
And I’ll never be…

As long as you’re here,
making these marks with me.

Thank you all for following and reading me all these years. Your readership means a lot to me then, and all the more now.

Much appreciation and love,
ryn

#hellopoetry107 #backtrack

Jul 2023 · 732

Sojourn

ryn Jul 2023

Sojourn

.
Go forth…
Into the deep sleep.

Swaddled in the shroud
marked with the words
you’d let fall,
not from loose lips
but the determined grip
of calloused fingers -
that had danced (with purpose)
on parchment,
to the unsung verses
set to inspire minds
and tempt stagnant tongues.

Go now…
Before the rest of us.

And as we raise our hands
in gestured farewell,
our eyes would tear,
and our hearts would bleed
into the wake of your sojourn.

.

In memory of one of us - Joel M Frye

#hellopoetry107 #sojourn

Jul 2023 · 331

Alignment

ryn Jul 2023

Alignment

Do our minds align?
Just as our fingers once did….

The skins of our palms would kiss,
and hold true to words unsaid.
Clasped indefinite,
and they mirrored in gait.

Never unsure
and never faltering,
they danced in determined embrace;
leaving no room for the tendrils of doubt.

So tell me…

Do our hearts still align?
Just as our beats once did…

#hellopoetry107 #alignment

Jul 2023 · 896

now

ryn Jul 2023

now

.

             my lips spoke true then
a time when the sun was sure

            now, broken verses

.

#hellopoetry107 #haiku #now

Jul 2023 · 684

Strings

ryn Jul 2023

Strings

.

I’ve grieved…
Not so much over what was lost.
More so the way
I tried to bury these memories.

Candles…
that for a time once,
stoked hale,
unflickering flames.

All tied to strings
that lead straight to my heart
and all partially buried…
In many a shallow grave.

•••

Perhaps because a deeper tomb
would mean a lesser purchase
and looser grip on these strings.

I never could let go…

.

#hellopoetry107 #strings

Jun 2023 · 338

Messenger

ryn Jun 2023

Messenger

Turn into the breeze
so you could listen…

Tune into
the sullen whispers…

The wind…
Is merely a messenger,
conveying the song
of a long lost love.

#hellopoetry107 #messenger

Jun 2023 · 491

Impure

ryn Jun 2023

Impure

If the feeling is pure,

unbiased and untainted,

why then does the heart

bleed black

.

#hellopoetry107 #impure

Jun 2023 · 461

Brook

ryn Jun 2023

Brook

A flow so eloquent,

it almost explains the reasons

behind unspoken meanings

and blaring untruths.

A voice for the mysteries of my universe.

Even though it trips in gait,

and speaks in babbles.

#brook #hellopoetry107

Jan 2023 · 580

Salvage

ryn Jan 2023

Salvage

.
Peer into the keyhole.

And seek what you may…

But with your eyes
you will find not,
what it is you seek.

For it must be the heart
that commands this salvage.

.

#hellopoetry107 #salvage

Oct 2022 · 1.3k

Gasping

ryn Oct 2022

Gasping

I breathe in deep.

And yet you keep
having me chase
the next as if a lungful
wasn’t enough.

#hellopoetry107 #gasping

Oct 2022 · 510

slitter

ryn Oct 2022

slitter

.

just as his cheeks
and tongue
tasted salt,

the porcelain
tasted warm crimson

.

#hellopoetry107 #slitter

Oct 2022 · 611

Unempty

ryn Oct 2022

Unempty

.

no words could quell
the throbbing turmoil
that lay siege upon the chest.

no action could silence
the persuasive whispers
that show only darkened paths.

but there is this...
a seemingly empty hand -
with nothing to gift,
except the companionship
of another imperfect heart.

and the open hand will remain,
seemingly empty...

until you fill it with yours.

.

#hellopoetry107 #unempty

Sep 2022 · 728

Dalliance

ryn Sep 2022

Dalliance

.

Nights don’t change…

Perhaps just the stories
they weave in infinites
from the fires of stars
and embers of hearts…

Or perhaps it’s the way
they were captured
and deciphered;
Reworded and retuned
to the song and dalliance
of the hand-wielded ink.

#dalliance #hellopoetry107

Sep 2022 · 456

Ingots

ryn Sep 2022

Ingots

Molten stories smelted
and poured like ashened gold.

We turn to paper
as coffers for lesser ingots - old.

In hopes to lessen;
nay, diminish thy gaping hole.

In hopes to relinquish
and set free caged memories stole.

#hellopoetry107 #ingots

Jul 2022 · 953

Naïveté

ryn Jul 2022

Naïveté

We hadn’t realised…

That we spoke of love
that was enshrouded
by child-like naïveté.

We had then,
fire in our hearts,
sparks in our eyes
and clouds in our heads

but

marbles in our mouths.

#hellopoetry107 #navet

Jul 2022 · 647

Unbeknownst

ryn Jul 2022

Unbeknownst

Bent to a slouch,
unbeknownst…

That we walk
never unladen.

And perhaps only later,
burdened
by the wreaths
around our necks.

#hellopoetry107 #unbeknownst

Jul 2022 · 1.8k

cascades

ryn Jul 2022

cascades

.

still and quiet nights
words come in stifling cascades
borne of sky and stars

.

#hellopoetry107 #cascades #haiku

Jul 2022 · 651

Coalesce

ryn Jul 2022

Coalesce

Burning stars,
set ablaze
according to teary eyes.

Discordant echoes,
spoken voiceless
by the void between them -
almost incoherent.

They must coalesce…

For there are whispers
of peace in unity,
and oneness…

There is promise
of balance in cohesion.
And subsequent tomorrows.

These notions,
scattered morsels,

they must coalesce…

We…

must coalesce.

.

#hellopoetry107 #coalesce

Jun 2022 · 1.8k

Loop

ryn Jun 2022

Loop

.
          These thoughts
are a haphazard
                 tessellation
of moments,
         sounds
           and scents -

  caught in a
      persistent loop…

         Such it is,
   that they herald
       no known beginning,
and yield
     no foreseeable end.

.

#hellopoetry107 #loop

Jun 2022 · 770

Black

ryn Jun 2022

Black

It’s the silence
that commands the dialogue,
the lull that weighs
bitter and heavy
upon the tongue…
And the darkness,
that hoards every cadence,
reason and rhyme.

Within its robe of

black.

#hellopoetry107 #black

Jun 2022 · 599

Flare

ryn Jun 2022

Flare

A shot in the dark.
Spearing into the moonless sky.
Trailing reddish orange.
Shedding inconsequential sparks.

Incendiary…

An extension…
A digitless hand
of a troubled mind.
A sinking reach,
amidst troubled waters.

A prolonged moment of grief,
and helplessness…
That echoes into countless sets and rises.

Darkness looms…
Always…

And I’m all out of flares…

.

#hellopoetry107 #flare

Jun 2022 · 424

weathered

ryn Jun 2022

weathered

.
desert rock.

seemingly impervious to harshness.

but it too gets whipped and worn
by relentless winds that lash it
ever so slightly with subtle promises
laced with veiled threats.

again and again.

•••

desert rock.

lays still in absolute.
its body and face wrinkled
with lash-lines.

they tell only silent tales…

that all could see
but did not hear.

#hellopoetry107 #weathered

Jun 2022 · 2.3k

Left

ryn Jun 2022

Left

Surely I must have felt
the teardrop;
when it left my lashes,
missed my cheek and blot-stained
the ground where I laid.

My only regret is that I had failed
to read the message each carried
before they disappeared into
the ***** of my darkness.

#hellopoetry107 #left

Apr 2022 · 815

Edge

ryn Apr 2022

Edge

Take me to edge of the world,
and there we’ll sit…
Where the earth had fallen away.
So our feet could dangle
in the splendour of the starlit abyss
- albeit moonless twilight.

We’d have shared no words.
Yet we’d have lived, loved
and spoken for a lifetime.

#hellopoetry107 #edge

Apr 2022 · 625

heart(h)

ryn Apr 2022

heart(h)

lay it in the heart(h)
and
watch with unglazed eyes.

see the blaze play its part.

as it consumes all to ashes
before it
reluctantly wanes and dies.

#hearth #hellopoetry107

Jan 2022 · 606

Storytelling

ryn Jan 2022

Storytelling

Should this story be told,

tell it with the quickening of breaths,
skipping of heartbeats
and butterflies in stomachs;

And not be bogged down
by the heft of weighted sighs.

#hellopoetry107 #storytelling

Jan 2022 · 693

Resuscitate

ryn Jan 2022

Resuscitate

Let the air
speak of unseen candour.
Let the zephyr
mill, mingle and tease.

Breathe into hearts
so they beat a little quieter.
Resuscitate man
- and ease him off his knees.

#hellopoetry107 #resuscitate

Jan 2022 · 431

Unmarked

ryn Jan 2022

Unmarked

.

A tombstone
that lays unseen…
Unmarked
but known to a few.

”Herein
lies a heart
that beats
in syncopation -
for two.”

.

#hellopoetry107 #unmarked

Jan 2022 · 421

Envy

ryn Jan 2022

Envy

Streaks of oranges
and yellows.
Faint traces of violet
that meld with azure.

Swallows fly home,
with chirps
that bear no ill.

Silent breeze flowing
between the blades of grass,
tickling the leaves
into voiceless giggles.

•••

He watches on
and rests his vision,
upon the beauty of weightlessness.

His eyes see through heavy green
and brimming with envy.

#hellopoetry107 #envy

Dec 2021 · 380

Unassuming

ryn Dec 2021

Unassuming

The words
lay upon the ears
- so light and unassuming.

Like fluff and feathers,
snowflakes and foam.

But who knows
what tumours roil
beneath such welcoming
countenances.

#hellopoetry107 #unassuming

Dec 2021 · 1.2k

Advocate

ryn Dec 2021

Advocate

The irony of a life unshackled -
seemingly an advocate for freedom.

But only to find its beats forlorn,
as it serviced payments for past follies’

ransom.

#hellopoetry107 #advocate

Dec 2021 · 709

Unchecked

ryn Dec 2021

Unchecked

.
Second by second
Time flits by so, so quickly
Lost in the abyss

.

#hellopoetry107 #unchecked #haiku

Dec 2021 · 316

Unworded

ryn Dec 2021

Unworded

.

If one could dive
into the depths,
swim through
and prevail against
the currents
set within
the irises of eyes…

The delicacies
and intricacies
of every tapestry
that is everyone’s lives
and stories
would be heard…

Even when no words
were uttered.

.

#hellopoetry107 #unworded

Nov 2021 · 711

Orphaned

ryn Nov 2021

Orphaned

Loosened
from the crevices
of engorged founts…

But futile is the effort,
to pave the way
to our worth through
an unmanned portal.

Unwavering.
We continue to commit
to parchment and ink.

As determined orphans,
we let fall our thoughts;
Not from pursed lips
but forged hearts.

#hellopoetry107 #502badgateway #orphaned

Nov 2021 · 1.0k

Confetti

ryn Nov 2021

Confetti

The moon
finally burst
into a confetti
of a thousand tatters…

And as the waters
held their breaths,
once playful waves
sink into an unlit night’s
slumber…

And the tides
lost their reason
to visit my shores.

#hellopoetry107 #confetti