#confusion poems on Hello Poetry

Meandering Words May 2023

the old wives
say it must be
the left hind foot
of a rabbit
shot with a silver bullet
or not shot at all
simply captured
one way or another
ideally on the grave
of a criminal
the more wicked the person
the more potent the charm
with the foot harvested
while the poor creature
is still alive
it has to be done
in a cemetery
during the night
of a full
or new moon
though others say
it should be
a friday
a rainy friday
friday the thirteenth
if the foot is to become
one of those lucky ones

#provenance #providence #luck #superstition #contradiction #confusion #rituals #complications #cynical

My Dear Poet May 2023

Saving the Kingdom

Maybe, all we need to do
is put our pens down
The poets painted

Maybe, all we need to do
is place our drums away
The drummers danced

Maybe, all we need to do
is lay our shoes aside
The dancers wrote

Maybe, all we need to do
is return our books back
The writers sang

Maybe, all we need to do
is keep doing what we do
The king cried

#change #gifting #salvation #victory #confusion

Brooke'Lynne Klein Apr 2023

farming love

my feelings don't matter, did they ever i question?
where was your intention...im scrambled like eggs.
did you enjoy the taste? simply wanted to lay?
"oh it's no fussy!"
too often I say
i'm used to this way.
i've been cracked at the seams and tossed out in the hay
with nowhere to go except further misplaced.
but aren't we alone at the end of the day....?
that's probably why we never will stay.
so again -
i pray.
relinquish these emotions that are blocking my way.

what the boy did.

#love #heartbreak #confusion #questioning #boy #***

Amina Mar 2023

The Words

I wait for my Water...

#confusion #life #responsibilities #humans

wes parham Jan 2023

Rarely, At a Loss… Fairly, At a Run

There has to be something to show the way,
In the fumbling flash of thoughts and just how,
As night draws us closer to each dawning day,
Where we plan for a future that grows out of now.

There has to be something to do or to say,
In a stumbling dash to prevent or allow,
The night that approaches to soothe a bright day,
Where the words resonate and the sound is just…
"wow..."

Grown from free associating, and probably about the feelings when reading another person’s verse. The best ones come falling out, imperfect but fully formed anyway, right? I feel like my best poetic writing are ones whose origin I couldn’t clearly tell you; whose meaning isn’t completely clear.

#poetry #confusion #decisions #wonder #hatchlings