#four
the younger you
saw the path
waited for eons
to pass
you collected strength
from seeming failure
finality came around
you made your move
and noone else
saw it coming.
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 9:10 AM UTC
Even though
time have rendered
her love obsolete
I still live inside
the four walls of my deceit
DE-LETE and re-peat.
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 5:22 PM UTC
for your ease,
the links in the Notes section below the ma8n body of the "poem" should take you directly there,
avoiding the cruelty,
of cut n' paste
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https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5157922/for-colby-to-eat-to-excrete-to-laugh-and-to-cry-out-loud/
https://hellopoetry.com/nat-lipstadt/poems/?tab#:~:text=For%20Colby:%20There's%20a%20baby%20in%20the%20house...
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5158703/for-colby-when-sunlight-cracks-the-babys-room-window/
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5159012/for-colby-rest-easy-be-assured/
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 11:58 AM UTC
Enshrouded by youth, the chorus became eclipsed,
And echoes enveloped seven heads of the Six.
Repeated without the veil of truth, six became eight,
Divided, corresponding with the Evangelical Fruit.
Subsequently, nine became seven and seven became nine
As the subtraction of three from four equalled six.
Separations of the fourteenth whole coordinated,
Containing remnants of the fifth,
Creating eighty-four marriages
Of the Sevenfold Betwixt.
Suffice to say, two preceded one,
Followed by the Heavenly Body.
Jun 26, 2024
Jun 26, 2024 at 6:01 AM UTC
~
*The name on my lips
is a prophecy
An unsustainable breath of life
It sparks revolutions
both for and against
To say it is to pray it
in a word, a phrase, a life sentence
And it lies scattered on the beach
Put your ear to a seashell
and listen
Listen for the sound of terrible canyons of static
Of plastic birds
decomposing trees
Things we lost in the fire
Listen for the starvation tapes
For the voice of people who eat darkness
and make big fires out every little syllable
Listen for the work of reformatting spiders
spinning social webs to burden and ensnare
naïve reckless hearts
Listen for the heartless aftermath
and the building blocks of sheer madness
Listen for the sound of weeping
at the memory of peace*
~
Feb 5, 2023
Feb 5, 2023 at 10:27 PM UTC
2 times 2 is four, as my life path
always wonder if I am on the right path
wish I could calculate my path, extract the unknown
prove it with words and numbers, not just inner knowing and tarot cards
math is more believable to the severed body
I use other means to understand my body
holistic, artistic, there's always another way
deterministic, statistic, no place for the grey
calculate how best to waste your days
Apr 21, 2022
Apr 21, 2022 at 10:15 AM UTC
@First Movement
Flash blue, breezes and gentle touches where he is her favourite dancer.
Twitchy tickly itchy movement, likewise violin trembled string
Autumn arrives with butterfly wings. He is a dancer. Fainted @
Noon sun ray. He says “Hi… Give me a Five”
Shine or silver, day to day. It all turns to grey.
@Second Movement
Life in a day where there are knots in every skein. The moment of whispering
And the surprise gifts of the Year. Look. Rains and showers flushed into her skirt.
Autumn lands with a giant painting brush. She is a painter. Arrayed in
Gold and red, twirling canvas panels with leaves upon her ankles.
Their intense autumnal melancholy embittered
@Third Movement
life wonders’ bedroom window. Of oscillating thread
that winds between the living and the living we thought were dead.
Autumn falls with hymn choral from spider’s web. He and she reunions
Soul to soul, pole to pole with blesses with increase and life,
They are gross and simple creatures, jointly servant of the Will.
Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 11:30 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, no white the rest just black:\
reason to a reason faith held one capture
applauded reaches to fallen devils may fracture
prisoners of grace in ten hells same
on cedars that know no angel to not shame
one beat on the downtown line
once in twenty life times
stars align hailing pain
scars betrayed the blood of a shed stain
haunt a child of a pure soul no more
shadows chased for a find of bullet core
if money were on trees
then lands are leaf free
look the eye no lie
to a scratched unhidden cry
poison spreads a four feet stare
is it even of those a matter of fair
royal flushed they think a game under the rugs shipped
rushed hearts a lifeless drink on mindless sipped
ashes called out happy hour not shredded unlit
double vision as grown as useless as toxic as it
dropped corpses the live left to ache
hurt silenced been forever drowned on stake
worst of a future misery
crusted crumble like nothingness a cemetery
thunder smells
plaster lacked on dwells
I may not blurt wounds
because these things are
not nursed doomed
I know the knuckles of the cursor when I see
an everlasting torture painting smudges dancing in same place selfishly
-------ravenfeels
Jun 19, 2021
Jun 19, 2021 at 3:35 PM UTC
what is it to be 40
twice the man, you were at twenty?
four times the man, you were at ten?
is it being wiser
and having your means meet the end?
finances sured up?
with no need, for to be the miser
a divorce or some
perhaps a strong marriage
polyamorous loves
to your heart's desire
addictions? vices? troubles stifling?
death breathing down your neck
to the thumping of your heartbeat
beads of sweat, gather
and run off your chest
like your shoes on the concrete
you are dying
even while you're living
and you know one day
it'll be your last
cause we only get so long
and time goes fast
a baby is born
the next afternoon
an old man is buried
tomorrow could never come
would you ever know it?
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 11:06 AM UTC
Some roses are red,
Some tulips are magenta,
We hardly can believe
Four years ago we met ya.
Most grass is green,
Diamonds and ice are rocks,
We hope you enjoy your books,
new clothes and socks.
Nighttime sky is black,
The ocean (I guess) is teal,
How lucky we are
To have you is so unreal.
The sun appears yellow,
Boogers are chartreuse,
If you were a ******
We'd always pick you!
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 9:28 PM UTC
Summer...
the sun's intense touch
has a hard baking effect
upon the landscape
Autumn/Fall...
golden leaf tresses
festooned down the aspen's
majestic grey trunk
Winter...
night's gelid air flow
foretells of a blanket frost
covering morn's ground
Spring...
she'll be dressed in
a lively floral garment
effulgent of hues
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 9:42 PM UTC
i am full of water. a time to rest, a time of warm stillness.
i am the first sip. she starts to feel alive again, the earth blooms.
i am the sun. dancing underneath of me eternally. warms to the core.
something is sailing through the wind.
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 6:42 PM UTC
It is not mine to bear
Not my right to hold
But I want to relieve your greif
Can't be ditched
Can't be shared
Let's hope your pain is breif
Not expressions you attempt to mask
Like it doesn't hurt
Alone tonight in your frustration
Know he's not attentive or alert
There is only so much to be done
He's genuinely trying with all his might
Hanging out while you're asleep
Making the most of a ****** night
Eyes heavy with tiredness and concern
Across the room you snore
Stares at the barely audible TV
Bet he hates this even more
The pre-existing tension blooms here
Makes sense
Shouldn't be a surprise
Conflict inevitably surfaces
Minds fail to engage compromise
You never move forward like this
Who you are enormously holds you down
Face shows what you can't conceal
Mask twisted into a frown
By now should know better
Know you way too well
Feel unfairly treated in this building
So you put us through unjust hell
We will last through turmoil
Lift ourselves because we are strong
Darkness cannot overcome our family
Our love will carry us four along
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 12:20 AM UTC
Winter
Spring
Summer
Fall
four letters from Nature
L
O
V
E
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 2:25 PM UTC
i have a lot to think about
like why are kettles stout?
many hesitations and doubt
perhaps I'm just doing this for clout
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 10:17 AM UTC
In the garden ,my friend,
He tends, pulling and digging
Cutting back so hope can Spring
Filling in next year’s spaces
With renewed life.
I have known this slowness
For many a year
Working through paintings
The death of his father
This slowness is my acceptance.
Love Mary x
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 6:19 AM UTC
This season of life is full of simplicity
predictability
normalcy
it’s a little boy about to turn 4 who asks Mama to play with him and read him the same books over and over again
birthday party planning, holiday coordinating
co parenting changing,
his stubborn side showing,
refusing to eat meals and pushing as far as he can
but also so so sweet when he tells me
“Mommy, you’re beautiful”
“Mom I want a hug”
“Mom will you sit by me?”
toddler talks and stuttering over his words because he can’t get them out fast enough
Sesame Street on repeat and little boy jokes
daycare drop offs and after work pick ups
bedtime routines and storybooks
Single child syndrome, center of attention
this season of life is so simple
motherhood now is like holding onto the baby things while also helping him do the big boy stuff,
independence blossoming
I always wondered when we would get here
past the diaper days
the breastfeeding
the restless nights
and teething
it’s all so bittersweet
My only baby
maybe my only baby
through ***** ups and scoldings he still wants to hold my hand and be carried by Mama
this season of life is all about childhood for an almost 4 year old little boy
Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 6:35 AM UTC
it is what you most fear, your reoccurring nightmare, the thing you can not grasp, understand, that shorts your brain, that death is the end, there is no after life, no purpose to your existence, no just god sitting on a throne, dispensing justice, punishing the evil, rewarding the good. reality is too hard and harsh, you pray to god, is it true, you are more my creation than i am yours.
how do you reconcile the fact that you know so deep down inside is true. you lie to yourself, suppress the fear, repress the thoughts, ignore what you see with you own eyes. the fear rises, the anxiety worsens, the insomnia lengthens, you fall prey to cognitive dissonance. to understand is to forgive, the anger, the irrational behavior.
the idea that you are mortal is unbearable, that you will die, your flesh rot, and be forgotten. how any man can make sense of it and live, court, marry, have children, when the world has spun out of control, the three horses are here. the pale horse is coming, it will soon be time to die.
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC
Once for the beginning.
Twice for the first of worries.
Third for the edge of eternity's trap.
Fourth for everything else under the sky.
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 8:58 AM UTC