#individualism - Hello Poetry

In the midst of a field, They found two shoes: One was faded teal, The other was blue. Lost between stalks of wheat And a butterfly resting on a flower, I took a soft seat And stayed seated for hours. The fabric is worn, The laces undone, I was forlorn; I knew the darkness had won. Memories of beauty flashed through my mind, As I fell far and long behind. I became bone-straight and ***** Looking for dots I could connect. Through the corn, Over the hill; And as I mourned, I was not still. Memories more flashed through my mind– Why is it that you would hide? To wait out the pain of life, To get a break from constant strife, And where– Would you hide? Beneath dandelion petal-tips, On wine-sullen red lips? Perhaps you chose different, To hide in sight, And I missed you, Looking for dark rather than light. I have circled back, Like time so does. Will I spend the life I lack Wondering what all of this was? In the midst of a river, They found a shirt: Old and tattered And covered in hurt. I knew at once it was yours, I would not miss it, For I was there when it turned coarse, From sand and stone and wit. What I sense now is dread, As hope is quickly leaving. I would drain the whole riverbed To find if you were deceiving. In the midst of my heart, I found our love: A little white capsule, Buried deep in the mud. I saw it for something more, A little dove in the sky– Told me she was torn, That she had missed her light. And as soon as she had shown, She was gone. In the midst of a wheat field, Illuminated by golden sun, They found your shoes; Not both but just one. One was blue, The other teal-green; One from you, The other from me. Off together against the setting sun, Surrendering in a battle That we had not won. In the midst of a field, They found our shoes, Mine were faded teal, And yours were deep blue. Draped in the light of a brand-new dawn, We played our own music While the ghosts sang along.

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Nov 5, 2025

Nov 5, 2025 at 2:24 PM UTC

luke-12

A Requiem for the Moon

In the midst of a field, They found two shoes: One was faded teal, The other was blue. Lost between stalks of wheat And a butterfly resting on a flower, I took a soft seat And stayed seated for hours. The fabric is worn, The laces undone, I was forlorn; I knew the darkness had won. Memories of beauty flashed through my mind, As I fell far and long behind. I became bone-straight and ***** Looking for dots I could connect. Through the corn, Over the hill; And as I mourned, I was not still. Memories more flashed through my mind– Why is it that you would hide? To wait out the pain of life, To get a break from constant strife, And where– Would you hide? Beneath dandelion petal-tips, On wine-sullen red lips? Perhaps you chose different, To hide in sight, And I missed you, Looking for dark rather than light. I have circled back, Like time so does. Will I spend the life I lack Wondering what all of this was? In the midst of a river, They found a shirt: Old and tattered And covered in hurt. I knew at once it was yours, I would not miss it, For I was there when it turned coarse, From sand and stone and wit. What I sense now is dread, As hope is quickly leaving. I would drain the whole riverbed To find if you were deceiving. In the midst of my heart, I found our love: A little white capsule, Buried deep in the mud. I saw it for something more, A little dove in the sky– Told me she was torn, That she had missed her light. And as soon as she had shown, She was gone. In the midst of a wheat field, Illuminated by golden sun, They found your shoes; Not both but just one. One was blue, The other teal-green; One from you, The other from me. Off together against the setting sun, Surrendering in a battle That we had not won. In the midst of a field, They found our shoes, Mine were faded teal, And yours were deep blue. Draped in the light of a brand-new dawn, We played our own music While the ghosts sang along.