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Colm Nov 2019
Deep and somber currents cold
Turn beneath a calming surface young
As darkness subsides above as below
No older have I grown

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The vision - A Pond Slowly Settling and Freezing
Colm Nov 2019
Smooth as softened alabaster
Their scent to you an immeasurable bliss
Where the sun tucks the moon beneath his chin
Rests an endless dream no more than a wish

(4LINE)
This series is all about containment. Quick and expressive. My kind of people.

The vision - A Lovers Embrace From South Pacific
Colm Nov 2019
Why
A more simple man builds a more complex house
But as for me and myself, I find
That I will never be content with myself
With my motives and mind
I am ever at odds with the person who I couldn’t be
That is why I will always try
There's no sense in comparing yourself to that which you will never be. The lack of comparison is what should make you YOU!

From the Midnight Wood Series
Colm Nov 2019
No paint speaks for me
My favorite words fall utterly short
And I, no song could ever be you
And yet I can see you here
Before you are known
Before you exist in this world of mine
I can see you as if you were in present time
Just as if you were already mine
Sometimes all of the venues you use, the methods of communications and expression, fall incredibly short. Which is life I guess.

From the Midnight Wood Series
Colm Nov 2019
When I used to think about you
It was was with the warmth and intrigue of a friendly fireplace
The distant respect of a nightlong star in the bright sky
But now it is only the cold ash and glowing cloud
Which consumes my night in the direction of you
For you are no longer in mind of mine
And I am no longer am to you
Memories do fade. Thank God. LOL.

From the Midnight Wood Series
Skye Nov 2019
There are five stages of grief:

Denial
Anger
Bargaining
Depression
Acceptance
Look out for more poems on this topic. Written by me
Winter Sparrow Nov 2019
I walked in the dead of night.
Only the moon could guide me.
Show me where i am headed.
And the path i chose tonight led me to that green light.

I stood at the edge, felt the sea rash on my face.
I wanted it to consume me.
Let me be one with the waves.
Leave for a while.

But then...
I screamed my lungs out.
I let the anger out.
Only to let it bounce back in.

Love is a painful experience.
And when you hurt....you don't know how it happened.
For what sound does the heart make when it breaks?
Its as quiet as a dragons flap, yet as powerful as the wind he creates.
Colm Nov 2019
When the realization casts itself like a line or shadow in between
Be it falling fast or stretched out in front with steady meaning
There is no height too high, nor fear too great
No better time or opportune place
There is only this, the height, the fall
And those opposed who choose to jump from such a height
In truth, the fearless never notice their shadow
The fearless jump, they never fall
This one was a long time coming. It's the final verse of this small set of three and it deals with fearlessness. Not being afraid to ask, to shine, to be.

It's about leadership to a small degree. But it's mostly about not hesitating when the things which you want the most is near.

Don't wait. Don't give in to fear.

Jumping is a choice. Falling is reactive.
Colm Nov 2019
When you stand in the doorway
Beautifully outlined by its brightly lit rays
Your curves an eclipse of immaculate Dawn
The sight of you alone brings new contrast to day
Not all of these verses are about me. Like this one is about a simply beautiful sight. Quick and to the point like a passers-by.

Why is it that all of the prettiest sights never last for more than a few minutes?
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