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There is a plot of land near my home which once housed an abundance of flora and fauna. Turtles, birds, rabbits, snakes, wild dogfennel, pines, periwinkles, alamandas and southern river sage thrived in this space which now boasts only an open plot of beige mounds, cement cylinders, and monstrous machines. I grimace at its "progress" daily. Across the street, a large patch of wildflowers sit up and gaze upon this scene. Day after day, Erupting from the blue-eyed grass, A family of spanish needle and Mexican petunias turn their blooms toward the beeping and the clunking of machines. White peacock butterflies and red-tipped dragonflies dance around the feeding bees. I'd like to be like the flowers. To bloom rebelliously in the face of greed and destruction. Even though soon, they will be gone too.
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Sep 23, 2022
Sep 23, 2022 at 4:14 PM UTC
Flowers, my teacher
Lots of time spent arguing and quiet A life full of regrets isn't something I look foward to so if I happen to swallow my pride and move on don't hate me Understand I've given it alot of time and I'll never get that back so it's all worth it The right choice to sit back rejoice with my moments My mind is at peace and my goals set steadily ahead of me Cutting out those who hang on me heavily I march to my own tune my own melody Sing it next time you decide to remember me.
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
Time
Hello again Seems I've forgotten my ways The little things constant change of directions my train of thought on its way towards a head on collision And the obstacles on the track don't worry me much it's more of the thoughts powering the train Giving into simplicity everyday A smile might be all it takes A nod to a stranger walking down the street sending off a reason to believe Tired of holding all the weight letting go back now and back to the little things
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 12:23 AM UTC
Little things
When you make the choice to embrace the iron And deny voice to impatient desire When your heart seeks a dark relief And you dig deep to find belief When you bare your teeth To earn relief And the lactase weeps Body burns with heat to pay the fee You pay with hurt to settle misery And walk the streets secretly With an invisible wreath Body sings a symphony To the pain you own Hymns of control A punishment that you will own Admonishing through flesh and bone Turning will to steel, form to stone Teaching brain to heel as hearts atone Till everything you feel is yours alone And your own life feels like something you own Iron inspired, regret retired, live in the moment Heart may be heavy but you know you can hold it
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Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 8:41 PM UTC
Embracing the Iron
after the author’s death bury his work with his last breath © Matthew Harlovic
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Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC
post mortem auctoris
As I lay awake at 5:33 I can't help but to think about me. All of the things that have changed me. All of the things that made me. I now  live alone , a life I've never know . Embracing change,  everything's strange.... When your a stranger in your own life. Rewriting my story, choosing a new title.  I refuse to be one who sits idle. I left everything I knew to start a New. It's funny how important it feels to few. One of the hardest descions has proven to be the best. Sad part is I'm working so hard I get no rest. I know it's part of life's test. The universe treats me the best. Forever blessed.
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Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC
Mindset 5:33