#hellopoetry107 poems on Hello Poetry

ryn Jun 2021

Ablaze

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find the paired other•
just as long as the
torches remain
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#hellopoetry107 #ablaze #concretepoetry #torch

ryn Jun 2021

Unreal

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It would eternally echo,

the pain that you’d entertain,
and feel...

But if it didn’t hurt,

then it never was real.

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#hellopoetry107 #unreal

ryn May 2021

Tribute

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If our family was a tree,
you must be the roots.

Forever planted,
forever supporting,
forever nurturing.

Just so that all of us,
may bask in the amber
of the sun...
And bathe in the silver
of the moon.

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#hellopoetry107 #mothersday #tribute

ryn May 2021

Unrequited

We both
fell in love
with the idea
of eternity.

Unfortunately,
eternity...
Never fell for us.

#hellopoetry107 #unrequited

ryn Apr 2021

Travelator

If you stood still,
and depend
only on the earth’s rotation,
the change you sorely seek
will come - but not too soon.

If you could wait no longer,
elect to move along
with the ground,
you’d soon enough find
as your ceiling
- new skies.

#hellopoetry107 #travelator

ryn May 2021

Distance

My heels had felt
harsh gravity
of the steep downhill...

My toes suffered,
the vicious bite
of the incline.

My soles had tasted
the everlasting bland
offered by the flat of the earth.

I know the distance.

Alas I run unequipped,
with a horse’s breath.

#hellopoetry107 #distance

ryn Apr 2021

Salve (10w)

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sore is the wound
that rejects
the salve of time
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#hellopoetry107 #salve

ryn Apr 2021

Resurface

If spoken words meant the same

and if they still sing the memories of

full breaths and shared palms,

the steady elapsed ticks of the long-sunken

hand will resurface once more to chronicle

the suns of days and stars of nights.

#hellopoetry107 #resurface

ryn Apr 2021

Elegy

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take me into
the darkest recesses
of my existence

and

stoke the cold flames
of this night’s elegy -
that burns
flickerless and black.

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#hellopoetry107 #elegy

ryn May 2021

Chalk

Even when all
the ruby shards
and splinters
had vaporised,

I’d pretend
to gather
invisible
broken pieces

outlined in chalk.

#hellopoetry107 #chalk