#decade
Do you even care–
or do my whispers fade in air?
A thousand poems fill my head,
unwritten words I’ve never said,
each feeling
inked but left undone–
all of them yours,
every one.
I hush the thunder in my chest,
force trembling pulses into rest,
afraid you’ll read
what lies between–
the hidden lines, the in-between.
A single text,
your name, your light–
and I dissolve, lose every fight.
Butterflies, wild, untamed, and free,
dance reckless storms inside of me,
like I’m a girl of younger days,
still lost in love’s first burning blaze.
I feel too much–
too deep, too wide,
no place within myself to hide.
So I stand beneath the silver rain,
and let it wash away the pain.
Its gentle touch, my only peace,
a fleeting, fragile, soft release.
And when the weight
becomes too true,
I write, again,
I write of you.
A moment’s calm,
then torn apart–
just like your shadow
leaves my heart.
You come, you go, a ghost, a flame,
and never once do you remain.
How many times have I been yours?
A thousand hearts
laid at your doors.
Ten years of love
that would not bend,
a loyal soul without an end.
But for what end?
For what return?
To ache, to break,
to watch you turn?
To be your warmth
when nights grow cold,
then left alone once you are whole?
You know the truth I cannot hide,
you’ve seen the storm I keep inside.
If I should fade, if I should flee,
would you come
searching after me?
Or am I just a borrowed light–
a fleeting spark within your night?
You said that
love must be controlled,
a fragile thing you have to hold–
to wrap it tight, to make it stay,
to bend it softly to your way.
I was too young, too wild, too free,
not something you could ever keep.
But time has
carved and reshaped me–
I’m not the girl I used to be.
Still on my knees, I softly pray,
if you are wrong– then drift away.
Let God unwrite
your name from mine,
erase the threads of fate and time.
Yet here I roam,
where storms collide,
a stray with nowhere left to hide.
Through wind and rain,
through dark unknown,
still searching for
a place called home.
♡ lil-usagi
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 5:18 PM UTC
about me now in cruel weekdays
count 'em
while you can
about me now in a fight to cruel weathers
about me now in a hurry to recovery
soon, very soon
it will happen in a second
about me now in a hate for weariness
about me now among cruel enemies
forgiveness, insanity
tomorrows tomorrows
tomorrows
next decade, a step closer
days, months, centuries, about me now in cruel weaknesses
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 6:06 PM UTC
Memory garbage dump
Holding everything old
Aged releasing all
I've realized my brain
Swollen from decades of thought
Now, only wants now
Goodbye to the past
Earth quakes releasing the crust
Cliffs of synapse fall
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 1:27 PM UTC
An un-stopped new second
Something new to send
A baby, I am told
Who does not grow old
A new minute
A new suite is built
A new time
A new dime
A new hour
A new dollar
A new year is flatly
Fast approaching
A new dream
In the stream
A new century
Is crawling
Passing by
Good bye.
Hebert Logerie Friday, December 30, 2016
Hebert Logerie has written countless poetry books.
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 9:35 PM UTC
“a decade old is forever new, for
truth is never old.”
Pradip Chattopadhyay
this man, ten years of inspiration, ten years of friendship, here,
on HP,
provides nourishment to my lagging body as it nears eight decades
of Earthly occupation, for
his eyes and heart and his mastery
of the songs of the tongue,
have wrenched me straight,
we, attentive to the tears
he makes me weep, for his insights penetrate my insides,
even now as one, unexpectedly, reflects midst
yet another first poem of the day, my eyelids blink away
the wet,
my brain revels at his pithy, how he corrals,
encapsulates the daily smoke and fire of life,
it truest value,
in words that make one wonder,
what admixture of mineral, chemical, history,
adventures, atmosphere, parentage, spices,
love gives him these super powers to gentle
seize the moment, size our souls, causing my
cheeks to wide smile, while mine eyes sheds
monsoon droplets of feelings so deep, that
my repaired heart oxygenates my very soul,
making me high, my mind reels that a day will
come inevitable
that one of us will be unable to sit by side,
swapping tales of granddaughters, and
other earth meaningful events, to walk his
streets or he, mine, finishing each other’s
couplets.
to think that I awoke with no intention of
composing this paean, but his brief pearl
knocks my head side to side,
and with the
tears, come words,
that age, or an entire
decade,
cannot restrain,
retrained to modesty,
for regarding my friend
Pradip,
my boundaries expand and cannot be
contained, even by my delimited vocabulary,
the paucity of my skill, the insufficiency of
the adjectives acquired over a lifetime, but
do my unequal-to-the-task best efforts,
but without choice, but compulsed, compelled,
one more time, to say,
to my new day,
perhaps my last,
I love this poet~man.
this is one of my truths.
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Wed Jan 17 8:31am
City of New York
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read the poetry of
https://hellopoetry.com/pradip-chattopadhyay/
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Jan 20, 2024
Jan 20, 2024 at 12:27 PM UTC
It was a day that I was bound to dread.
I woke up in the hospital and found you dead.
I told the nurse that I thought you had died and she examined you.
She found no pulse and she confirmed what I believed to be true.
Your death occurred ten years ago today.
After living for 64 years, you passed away.
I woke up my brother and told him that you died.
When I went home, I licked my wounds and cried.
I had to accept the fact that your life had come to an end.
You weren't just my mother, you were also my closest friend.
I loved you and people know how important you were to me.
You have been gone from my life for one tenth of a century.
You died even though I begged God to save you when I prayed.
Rest in Peace, Mom, today you've been dead for an entire decade.
Mar 6, 2023
Mar 6, 2023 at 9:37 AM UTC
It has been an entire decade since we last spent Christmas together.
Less than three months later, you died and you were gone forever.
The last Christmas that we spent together is something I hold dear.
Time certainly does fly, it does not seem like it has been ten years.
After spending many Christmases together, your life came to an end.
After you died, it took nearly two years for my broken heart to mend.
You once cooked Christmas dinners and we opened gifts that were under the trees.
The memories of the years that we spent together are very important to me.
When you were only 64, you had an abdominal aneurysm and I lost my best friend.
Merry Christmas, Mom, it's sad that we can never spend Christmas together again.
Dec 3, 2022
Dec 3, 2022 at 9:02 AM UTC
Andy Griffith found success when he starred in "The Andy Griffith Show".
That sitcom is still popular today and it was created over sixty years ago.
It was one decade ago today when Andy Griffith took his final breath.
Andy didn't have a funeral, he was buried immediately after his death.
He starred in "Matlock" from 1986 to 1995.
Andy would be ninety-six if he had survived.
Ten years ago today, a famous man died.
Andy had Charisma and talent and that can't be denied.
Jul 3, 2022
Jul 3, 2022 at 10:55 AM UTC
The birds are whistling
and the trees are listening
To the sway of a branch
and the ending of a decade
gone away with the facade
Of trickery wrought from calloused tongues
And seeds of deceit planted in the young
Come away my friend, watch the decade of the end
Again once more, before the flowers get sore
Bending into death, and ending their breath
Come away to endings, and the long awaited sending
Watch the decade of the end
my dearest friend
Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 6:57 PM UTC
A new decade
A clean slate
The days can be shaped
By the new winds of fate
It’s time for the evil inside to be buried
For me to move, settle down and get married
Have kids, write books and have a nice home
It’s time for a decade where I won’t be alone
Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 10:02 AM UTC
It was two thousand and ten
A minute ago
And now the year
of the deadly virus
ten years hence
Like a dream -
A decade passes
Like waves crashing on
The shore
And I hibernate in
The visions of yesteryear
Picking out my psychic
Territory
A hermit?
Oh! No!
A Saint in hiding
Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 4:37 AM UTC
Yet another decade begins, another choice we get
To create a nexus or a vicious circle
Its time to reflect back, and know
What it means for your soul, your inner sparkle
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 9:49 AM UTC
It’s been ten years, long but short nonetheless,
But these last few weeks seem most valuable:
With the many tears, shed but shown much less,
With what was and still isn’t; days, countable,
Unwind the deep depths of my mind, as I press
And **** what memories I have left, unable
To realize, much more see, how near sunset’s
Come. For me, it might be time to buy a shave.
I’ve got a lot to look back to, much more to look at:
Those days I cried because I couldn’t fight and
The days I’ll fight because I wouldn’t cry… That,
That and why things are the way they are without
Having to ask “why?” are the things my mind can’t
Help but think of. It’s my time to wake up now.
Sunset nears, but there is no need to fear the night.
All nights pass as if there is none; hence, sleep is time
Travel. Sunrise will come just as soon as sunset; right
After the sun waves goodbye it greets us with light
So brilliant. Indeed, it is time to wake up… Tomorrow
Is just like any other day, just that it starts another
Ten years… of pain and joy, of sorrow and laughter,
Of new things and old habits… I’m not even halfway there!
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 9:44 AM UTC
Some days it feels like the world has twisted
Like the earth took a wrong rotation
Then it tried to fix it
but something didn't quite fit
There must be a crack somewhere
Where we all keep stumbling
One after another, day after day
Like a pile of dominoes
Welcome to the year 2020
20 dominoes that fell down
1...2...3...4...
20 things that went wrong
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 8:14 AM UTC
A decade starts, leaving the previous one behind,
The whole world celebrates.
And the history’s put to rewind.
For the next ten years.
With so much lived in the past
And so much to live in the coming ones
I hope I don’t find myself aghast
Of the next ten years.
It’s definitely a long journey
And I’m ready to take off
To take up a different sojourn
In the next ten years.
Lives will be changed
And a turn will be taken
Leading to something strange
Up the next ten years.
Many new goals will be set
And people will thrive
And will do anything to get.
In those ten years.
All I am stuck thinking
Is how much I will change
Leaving my old self behind lurking
Through the next ten years.
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 12:35 AM UTC
i will learn to taste the honeydew
and pretend to like it
i will taste the honeysuckle
and not have to pretend
i will feel grass in my hands and
say it is the best of life
and not the woman i need between my teeth
i am not ferocious, not demanding, not unwise,
simply at peace.
i am the sparkler to the firework
the star to the sun
the kitten to the lion.
but are these not all one and the same?
i see dandelion seeds and
though they are weeds i will
watch their dance anyway
i dive into agua dulce
wishing to be stardust instead of glitter
but glitter is certainly better than ash
under the water i have a moment to myself
where it
takes my screams into pockets of air
floating up without consequence
escaping my body at last in
a beautiful anonymity
may watchful eyes devour my body
unmarked, unblemished, devoid.
and they will watch as i make myself perfect
…but if the powdered sugar somehow melts off of my skin
i beg you to look away
for your sake and mine
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 10:25 PM UTC
The whole decade thing came at us fast
Or did it
Was it really, what, 10 years?
*** (where the f¥€k did it go)
Surprising that it passes and so many people missed it
DO NOT miss the next one
Jump right in and start it robustly
Just mumbling some morning banter.....
I didn't even realise it was Friday...Shit
Brian Hill -2020 # 203
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 2:31 PM UTC
The last day of the decade in which I grew up.
Funny. Every year felt like a decade itself.
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 6:08 AM UTC
Dear Diary;
this year already
tastes like last year
and I can see the
rot ahead.
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 9:02 PM UTC
As the decade began,
I felt a rush go through
my entire body,
like how it felt
when we were kids.
You stayed by my side
just so you could be
the first thing on my mind.
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 11:36 AM UTC
the first steps felt so easy.
i was unburdened.
at times i flew.
it took me all these years to find
that everything inside me
had never changed at all
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 1:24 PM UTC
In a room filled with bubbles
Take notice of the little ones
The little ones travel the distance because they survive commotion
We are in a new year and decade, pay attention to the little things
Stay away from commotional chaos
Have a terrific introductory day to fresh beginnings
Brian Hill - 2020 # 1
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 11:40 AM UTC
I am a "zoomer",
which means that I grew up in this past decade.
Going into 2010, I was on the edge of being seven years old.
Thinking that this is when my life will really begin.
That ever-looming question.
I look back on this decade and think,
when did my life begin?
At what point, in the past 10 years,
did I open my eyes and see the world how it is?
Was it when I was 11 on an airplane for the first time,
seeing just how small we really are?
Or perhaps when I stood on the summit of the tallest peak
of the Rocky Mountains at 13?
Maybe it was when I came out for the first time in 2016.
In eighth grade, to my closest friend.
It could've been when someone called me a *** for the first time when I was 14, and I didn't know what it meant.
Or was it when I was 15, and realized that I was trans and panromantic?
Then again, it also might've been when I was newly 16 and tried to escape.
I know it's cliché, but if I had traveled back in time to this exact day in 2010,
I don't think my younger self would recognize me,
let alone believe what I tell them about this decade.
When I was 7, I thought 2020 was going to be high tech and futuristic.
I never thought that I'd be able to travel to so many new places.
I never thought I'd be pan, or a boy.
I never thought that people could be so hateful towards my existence.
I never thought that my mom would get sick.
I never thought that I'd add myself to statistics.
And then I realize that it's 2020 very soon,
and now I'm on the edge of being 17.
I'm still asking that question.
When will my life begin?
Except, this time, I know the answer.
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 5:47 PM UTC