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A distant man stands Upon the highest hill, The morning sun surrounds him And lantern smoke drifts still. I've never seen his face up close, Yet never thought to ask - I've never felt the warm embrace Of winter sun where he holds fast. So up the hill I dream to climb, To reach the place Where earth meets sky sublime. The lantern glows As daylight fades to cold, And oily smoke rises, Whisked like tendrils bold. The Night Through darkness now I trudge And climb with aching will - My goal sits gleaming So tauntingly uphill. But night wind howls its fury, Bellows with wicked will, Drives me stumbling downward Until I'm at the bottom still. Second Dawn By morning light I rise again, I grasp the earth with bitter grin. Though the mountain towers steep, I know that I will not grow thin. Each handhold brings me higher, Each footstep claims new ground - The figure watching from above, The seeker climbing upward bound. The Summit And when at last I reach the top, I'll light the lantern's flame, I'll watch the sun dance through the sky And know I've won this game. But as I stand here, looking down, I see a figure far below - An ardent soul who watches me And dreams of heights they've yet to know. The Climber A steady man stands Upon the highest hill, The radiant sun beckons - Another climber tests their will.
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Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 7:54 AM UTC
The Climber
Ah, how quickly do Nights age & shatter - like old glass. How short lived, the stars
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Apr 18, 2024
Apr 18, 2024 at 1:48 PM UTC
On-stage, Briefly
Isolated and crippled from the fear of being alone No one to turn to, trapped by my feelings of of doing it all on my own. Where can I find solace when my only ally is me? How can I find comfort when I’m struggling to break free? Surround by nothing but darkness, there’s nothingness all around Drowning in my own echos with no one to absorb the sound. Free me from myself for I am and completely lost in time I’m trapped in who I used to be, I can’t adjust to this new paradigm. The journey I’m on is mine alone, so I have to keep on this journey No one to guide me, I’m doing this solo, I have to be my own attorney.   Slowly growing and making some traction, but I have to keep on going Redefining myself and who I can be but I love the way I’m growing.
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Mar 4, 2023
Mar 4, 2023 at 12:54 PM UTC
Alone
at the neon glow of the kitchen clock as though its a laser in my eyes. it stares right into my eyes but i dare not blink for what i may miss - - - look at me looking at you as you change minute by minute hour by hour until the orange glow reappears on the easterly horizon and disappears in the west. yet still nothing new with each setting moon. i've seen the shapes you hold come and go yet still i watch the afterglow time and time again until i wait no more - - - for what? I'm not sure
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Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 9:40 AM UTC
sitting & staring
white and black eagles, each one chasing the other; till end of the world!
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Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
Cyclic
Today I saw in the trees the most wondrous sight you could see a Phoenix in colorful bloom from the window here in my room feathers they shined like the sun I was frozen and totally stunned eyes of a true golden hue staring into me and totally through she blinked and took too wing a beautiful marvelous amazing thing into the sunset, sunrise once more unto ashes too rise
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC
Cyclic Beauty
Air had never been sweeter, when I swam and broke the tension. I released myself, from the crushing oppression that restricted me. I fought tens of thousands stood side by side, almost unmoved. Every individual linked arm in arm, together a legion. Each encompassed my fingers, in an attempt to detain me, as I brought myself to the surface. My lungs unfolded and bones reconstructed. the pressure was lifting and there was utter peace. So I breathe, air forced inwards into my lungs, recollecting within my yearning and frail sacs. every molecule is treasured, locked away and undisclosed. And for a little while, I was unbound. Dara.
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC
Just For a Moment
I am too blessed by I am possessed by I am so bound by I can sleep sound by I can keep warm by I am new born by
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Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC
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