#escapril poems on Hello Poetry

DM00 Apr 2019

3:23 and I think
to be worrying
about my terrible grade
about the train being too slow
about having alcohol in my veins the night before

is profoundly lucky.

#escapril #day #7 #start #with #the #time #of

Reece AJ Chambers Apr 2019

Pause

before dawn
voiceless streets
rain like dropping pins

grits of sleep
tucked in eyes
throb of restless night

treacle hours
cyclone mind
morning crawling in

turn my way
back to you
underneath the sheets

heat flowers
warm smile
rises in the dark

spend a breath
sounds anew
alive and alive

Written: April 2019.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time as part of Savannah Brown's escapril challenge. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.

#escapril

Mark C Apr 2019

02:06 a.m.

the darkness knows all my secrets.
he hands me a cluster of bones from my closet
the ones i've tried to bury
he conducts a séance for the memories
the ones i've tried to smother gone

the darkness knows how deep the storm roars in my chest,
and smiles at the rumble of thunder

day 07

#escapril #april #darkness #insomnia #time #bones #thunder

DM00 Apr 2019

nostalgia

Tell me it’s bad to want to hold on
to trudging upstairs, laughing,
eating on the benches,
singing in the theatre and places
we weren’t supposed to

It’s bad to want to hold on but tell me
that those warm days weren’t
the best of your life,
staying up all night crying
when we realized it was ending

Tell me that holding on is bad
because all I remember is talking
for hours upon hours with
dusk falling, everyone laughing,
and feeling drunk without drinking

Don’t tell me holding on is bad
because I want to go back to a bonfire
when you sat next to me,
back when we had a chance.
Before we went into the dark,

with naive hopes held high.

#nostalgia #escapril #day6

Brooklyn Apr 2019

Anxiety

a cauldron bubbling
with toxic potion

butterflies with
dagger wings

breath wilting
like fading petals

a word spelled
too many times

a thousand takes
on a movie set

overthink
thinkthinkthink

I cannot seem
to completely describe
these twists
these ties
these ropes
these knives
these aches
these lies

#escapril #escapril2019

Reece AJ Chambers Apr 2019

Knew

think I know you
            knew you
before blue jumpers
football with tennis *****
weeping knees and benches
and reeling off hymns
            now look
at them singing the songs
of some not-quite-teen
mute squares of a life
apparently pristine
likes arriving like flies
            before
it was packed lunches
a place named Azkaban
afternoon kwik cricket
colourless pix
on Bebo
            now it's
a slurry of selfies
head-tilt lips-out
meme media excess
digital mausoleum
you've made your home
            so choose
I'll leave you to it
beeline for the Apple store
record what you can't get back
speak up **** your planet
or run

Written: April 2019.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time as part of Savannah Brown's escparil challenge. The idea is that somebody older may look at the youth of today and, although there are differences, perhaps we were the same as them when we were younger, and maybe we're similar to them even now despite the age gap. I'm not sure I can explain it all too well, but anyway... Please note that 'Bebo' refers to the former social network site, 'Azkaban' to the prison in the Harry Potter universe, 'pix' to pictures and 'kwik cricket' to a form of fast-paced cricket. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.

#escapril

Brooklyn Apr 2019

Back To Nature

I am at home here
among the green.
When sweet birds sing,
I know the song.
I find familiarity
in the slow way
things grow.
I look up
at the trees,
reaching branches
and feel as though
I have bark
of my own.
The petals of
the brilliant flowers
remind me
we are friends.
Nestled into
flickering patches of sun.
Dreaming of
wearing moss
for clothes.

The wind whispers
“you are always
welcome here.”

#escapril #escapril2019

Reece AJ Chambers Apr 2019

Meliae

light-wisps
     tiptoe     through
gauze of green

     piccolo     chirrups
woodwind     refrain

     water burble
sweep     scattershot     rocks
     teeth of giants

pebble ensembles
     paths     buttered
with hair of Meliae

     brisk glottal     stop
pecker     on bark

     dead skin
and these taupe
     bones

almost tibias
     swell     skywards

sprout
     arthritic     fingers

that will fall
     amputate     beneath
                                       my feet

Written: April 2019.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time as part of Savannah Brown's escapril challenge. Feedback welcome. Please note that Meliae, in Greek mythology, were believed to be nymphs of the ash tree. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.

#escapril

Ind Apr 2019

Back to Nature

Roots
deep and twisted
twists those who should know better.
The weathers changing,
We’ve past the point of blaming,
But know this earth is it.

Beware the warnings she leaves in rising, warming seas.
Listen to her expertise.
We all breathe the same air but only few care - those two degrees are deadly.

A guest who steals will never walk through the same door twice.
Take her advice and harvest only want can be replaced - don’t lace food with chemicals distilled from fuel you were never meant to use.

Nature won’t always be there to go to back to.

Feels incomplete but kinda like the gist of it - it’s as messy as the situation

#escapril #escapril2019 #day5

Brooklyn Apr 2019

Music

She keeps songs
locked away in boxes
like secrets.
She will take them out
like postcards
to help her remember
the feeling of
a different time,
a different person
by her side.
She likes the one
that makes her
eyes close
to see the lights.
She smiles at
the one that
makes her stand
up on tiptoes,
the one that
helps her forget
she doesn’t know
what to do
with her hands.

The tune
will carry her.

Like it did
the times when
voices broke
like a heart.
When instruments’ strings
would snap
and hurt.

#escapril #escapril2019