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—how many people
are still here, babe? **** smell of
saccharine, sweet, bloom—
From Haiku #034. -CH
This morning, out my windowsill
was a vibrant cardinal resting tranquil and still,
sitting on a limb with solace and halcyon calm,
singing a soothingly mellifluous song,
all of a sudden, emotions flooded upon me,
a nostalgic moment, from when I was young,
years upon years ago,
my grandmothers making breakfast,
my grandfather, reading the paper across from me,
in good health, laughing,
we're both content as can be,
there, just for a moment, we're together again
every time I see a cardinal now, I think of him
my own warm, sweet memories
from a simpler time, now intertwined
My grandparents were a big part in helping raise me. My grandfather, who was like a father to me, loved cardinals and would always point them out to me. After he passed, I began to see so many cardinals, which comforted me through the pain of losing him. Now every time I see a cardinal, I think of him, his warmth, his laugh and I remember how much I miss him, but also how nice it is to know he's still around, sending me cardinals.
some things don't ask for permission
kinda like the way i sprinkle salt
on a slice of apple
and call it perfect
it tickles the tongue
wakes up some sweetness
like a small tug-of-war
my grandfather does it too
he always knows
what the heart wants
before the mouth does
people ask why
and i laugh
because they've never tasted
how memories and hunger
can meet in one bite

💭
miy Apr 5
living their first time too.
expecting they know everything.  
sweet and sour at the same time.
painful, not living up to their dreams.
i’ll try my best, for both of you, for everything you did and everything you couldn’t do.
feelings i had and have towards my parents lately, it’s their first time living too
WithIn your Beauty
Is the Sweet rhythms of flutes
Through the Midnight rain

Reynaldo Casison
Jayden Mar 26
Leaves dance; leave--forsake  
Chides the rose, plight, soft peril   
"-my dolce headache”
My first attempt at a haiku, bit of fun. Doesn't sound like a traditional haiku per say, who knows 🤷‍♂️.
Archer Mar 25
There’s thousands of words published
On this site
Ev’ry day
None of us are Shakespeare
As we’re all great
In our own ways

The “thumbs up”s and “heart”s aren’t a
Reflection
Of who you are
So, keep writing Hello Poetry!
And fill our small world
With more stars
my love hate relationship with chocolate –
cause I really love that it tastes so good,
but hate that there’s never enough, or the
need for me to be sharing it. and to such
a treat, we are slaves; when asked what I
need the most between sugar and life –
I need both.

as I endure the whispers of a late snack –
telling chocolate to meet me at midnight;
even when you tell me too much of it is
unhealthy, please let me love the pleasure,
and let me live with the possibility of having
a few less teeth.

it’s my favourite treat, that if you bought it
for me; I’d do a favour for you in a moment’s
heartbeat – as my heart beats for such a
chocolate feast; I can’t help this chocolate heat.
dear reader
youve been up for hours
you seem so tired.
staring silently while you're crawling quietly tracing reality quickly devouring all of the star dust beyond.
you slip violently
ducking beneath rabbit holes and roots
the water rushing up to meet you
a harsh reality greets you.
fresh palm air ghosting through thine whispers of hair and the seagulls they blare a snappy tune
a cookie to grow
a potion to shrink
honestly a story
to make you think
nonsense!
you cry you bemoan you scream
where are the jokes
there wasnt meant to be any
it was ment to have a point
to make people think
the end is never the end is never the end
your twisted mind starts bickering
two cheshire cats? tweedle dee tweedle doo
tick tock
stop that clock
the small blue bunny runs far away
children with screens
implanted in their tummies
oh so yummy
so delicious
so impure
the rapture of the gods
the magic of beyond
sweet candy houses
tall angry mouses
a dream or reality
who is to say
forced joliety
joy
thats my policy
:)
crazed ramblings of a mad man?
or a code to be cracked by literate scholars?
id rather leave my nonsense everywhere for normals to make sense of
the rules do tend to change here
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