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Man Apr 1
on the wall
hung a clock
melting in the day's ire
running toward the ground,
it ran fast sometimes
and occasionally
mind numbingly sluggish

in the washbasin
the rags i wore
soaked in a soapy stillwater
waiting for the wash
that these tired hands
must do

these blemished hands
how they hurt
strained from work
like the oil stains
on his shirt
they are worn
they are torn
and are without comforting
though his resolve is strong
his will is weak
from the havoc wreaked
from a life of low pay
struggling to live
week to week
knowing you deserve better
Blissful sleep


A light orange glow, almost fluttering

The world seems to fade away
All becomes numb and sweet

And the darkness, somehow comforting
Umi Oct 2020
Within the depths of sorrow,
And the soulcrushing agony of despair,
And those drying tears shed by misery,
Lies a dim, yet remarkable light of hope, still shining in the cold, unforgiving hall of your very memories,
Move forward with your ambition!
Never let that light escape your grasp
Until all is over,
You may rest in my arms for now,
Until your woes are carried away,
By my warm gentle embrace.

~ Umi
Jasmin jazz May 2020
Pain ran through the veins.
Hopes were flickered out
Ants are biting the soft skin
It is not good vision to see
The baby squirrel is not moving
Thunderstorm put me inside
My heart pounded as he
was gonna die forever...
Oh! I can't imagine his death
Its too cold outside.. Maybe
he is shivering. Mamma
squirrel is very panicked
I ran out to the tree
took him in my hand and
kept him in shed and wiped
out him with a towel
He opened his cute eyes by
The warmth in my hand
Kept him in the towel so that
He'll be okay. But......
My heart skipped by a shout
I was scolded for getting out.
That's my mother...besides
Getting sad I smiled and remembered
That mom's love is always the same
With no difference whether
it is a squirrel or it is a human...
A sweet short story happened in my life 😊😊
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MSunspoken Apr 2020
Touch so comforting
A familiar hand to hold-
Spreading this disease
Honestly, I'm not one to write a Haiku. Despite that, I think that Hello Poetry needs one right now.
TD Feb 2020
(I miss those moments
when you smiled)

I hammered madly on the ivories
I imagined an open stage
I danced and twirled

I saw your grinning eyes
over your open newspaper
a wink and a nod

You tapped your feet in time
and clapped when I’d pretend to try.

But most of all I miss
your quiet presence
a comforting constant
during the awkward years
when every day was a second away

from tears.

And that smile...
Zywa Jul 2019
I am shocked by the question
to myself: who will comfort me?
Where are the arms

that rock me happy
and promise me a bright future?
With whom will I be safe?

.....Come on girl, there is more
.....under the sun, it shines
.....look around you, smell
.....the weather, you have your nose

.....your eyes, ears, and mouth
.....and your hands of course
.....not just for the love
.....of a man, of a child

But the world is so big
I want someone
for myself, a home

where I recharge
I want someone
to embrace, four arms

that feel together
that I am a woman
to love
For Maria Godschalk

Collection “The Big Secret”
Mary Frances Jul 2019
Your radiance blinded my eyes
yet they didn't hurt.
Your words pierced my heart
yet I did not bleed.
Your fire set my soul ablaze
but I wasn't burned.
Your chains held me to the ground
but they made me soar higher.
This is the kind of love you give:
complex yet affable,
resilient yet comforting,
agonizing yet appealing.
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