#poetrycorner
Life has its many high notes –
a song of misery that works on itself,
It’s its own company, inviting anyone
to the party – _misery always invites company_
But the song of a friend’s love
isn’t so loud – it’s __soft, reassuring,__
something to count on, to help you recall
your worth – even if all you need _is their company_.
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 3:27 AM UTC
My eyes once showed me a remarkable sight: it peered at this jaw dropping might
and my ears heard a voice that captures attention with each and every word it incites yet still my brain raced to inform me of a wonder that transforms imagination upon it's presence as if it were a millennial twilight but my soul insisted upon the woman who is a queen suited for my being, a design tailor made specifically for what heart has in mind.
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 7:36 PM UTC
Are you familiar with the phrase, "Looks like your mom dressed you?"
That’s what I see when I look at you
Not because of the clothes, but because of the care.
And that’s what makes me love you the most.
I show it in how much I care.
I offer to buy you lunch when I know you’ve had a long day.
And still, you have the energy to talk to me the way you do
The way you make me feel like I am family.
Your words are a comfort you don’t realize I need.
And while there’s nothing wrong with Mom,
Babe, your dad raised you right.
He taught you that the world is tough
That to get a single thing you want,
You have to go through so much.
And still, you tell yourself that everything is going to be okay.
I know because I live it, and it’s easy to see.
Babe, you carry your father’s strength.
You love me protectively.
You make space for me.
You save room for me.
It’s rare to find a woman like you.
Every time you leave,
I’m already waiting to see your face again.
I love the way you were raised
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 8:36 AM UTC
hold at your risk; it's such thin skin —
delicate until it's not —
until beneath each layer,
gracelessly peeled back
isn't a doe-eyed girl
but chaos,
coming undone at the seams of a cold, pewter dress.
stare at your risk,
until what stares back isn't a doe-eyed girl
but lashes made of papercuts;
yet, wounds don't heal in silhouetted figures —
all barefoot on the ground where peonies fall.
all cold and bruising skin where the daylight hits.
wounds don't heal in silhouetted figures
and the quiet morning cliché is that
it's the softest thing that leaves you hurting the most
lately, these poems are becoming mere abstractions
but the wounds, they remain tender
and the chaos still tries to find its way
outside this skin.
after all,
delicate things aren't meant to hold
this much obscure aching,
these much fragile bones.
lately, these poems are becoming mere abstractions
but the wounds still remain tender
under this cruel, pewter dress.
and they are tender, until they're not.
they are delicate, until they're not.
this is soft. until it's not.
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 3:40 AM UTC
If we leave here not knowing
Where life will be going,
Love,
Remember that if all fails
Fall back on the fact
That we are growing.
Always.
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 10:18 PM UTC
Stop
Saying I don’t belong
In your home
Is my home
and your land
Is the earth’s
My mother
Dear sister,
Brother
Why are we fighting
Like fire,
Like water,
Like hate,
Like hurting,
Aren’t we all hurting
Stop
Building walls
Let them down
It’s been so long
Since I’ve seen you
Held you,
Told you,
We are all ours
And that’s all
We’ve got
So we might as well
Stop.
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 3:20 AM UTC
Fall in love
With the wind
That holds you steady
Through the night
And flies away
At the first sight of light.
Always is she
Calling,
Singing,
Blowing your name
Like dandelions floating by
Caressing the sky
As you hear her whisper
“I’ll be right here,
By your side.”
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 12:30 AM UTC
On the day that we leave this place,
May the sands of the Sahara shift,
As they turn
Into an ocean of glass,
May the stars up above
Cry streams of light,
Holy be this night
For it is in this darkness
That our life changes,
As the world is growing
Love knows,
that in all our aching
The earth keeps on turning
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 12:27 AM UTC
I love you
Like the day loves the sun.
Darling I know,
I shouldn’t live
Needing you
When you shine
Unaware of my light,
But I do.
So I flew closer
And as you left me
In this night
I burned for you.
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 4:54 PM UTC
I promise
One day
The sun will wash away the rain
And the tide will pull away the darkness
Maybe that isn’t today
And maybe,
That’s okay
Because I promise
One day
You will be.
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 7:06 PM UTC
Do the waves
Ever wish to leave
The hold of the moon?
If it could,
Would it
Free it’s spirit
From the pull of a lover
Miles and miles away?
Or would it keep moving,
To the beat of a drum
No one else seems to hear?
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 8:01 PM UTC