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#quarentine
now I am unafraid I have always been the last to leave I’m counting down the days green water rises pulling me beneath for a moment, I can see the stars for a moment, I can breath now I close my eyes and see the world and sky collide here, I find myself falling again into sorrows, into depths undiscovered
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Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 9:34 PM UTC
I Find Solace in This Loneliness #3
and in the dark hoping that my emptiness will both set me and tear me apart. it is not sweet, but it is clean. a harsh cleanliness only found in extremes. and I wallow there, like a bird on a stone watching his brother be cast down I am afraid, I say. afraid still that in all this time I have yet to feel may god bless you, and god curse you though I know he never will
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Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 9:25 PM UTC
I Find Solace in This Loneliness #1
for fear of feeling full I’m wondering and wandering my building’s full of ghosts I convince myself I like it here I try I sigh I do the emptiness still falls from the walls of my room I am angry I am restless I am lonely I am “full”
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Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 9:31 PM UTC
I Find Solace in This Loneliness #2
I don't want to go outside, not ever. I want to stay in here with you. I don't like the outside pressures. I like our cocoon. People ask if we are chafing. Growing quarrelsome or cross. And I laugh until I am shaking. If ever I am frustrated, you are not the cause. I have loved you for three years and will forever. And, no matter what, all I see, Is that I will never be prepared for you to go from me. I was thinking, if you live to be 80 It would only give me 45 years to spend with you and though that is longer than we've lived already. I still think it would be too soon. I am stupidly in love with your smile and the way we dance from room to room. So, I'm fine if we don't go outside for a while I like our cocoon.
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Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 8:31 PM UTC
I like Our Cocoon
Adoring a girl, fighting a virus I love and fight both nonsynchronous I am a mere lover in a quarentine Long distant misery, that's what I mean Time passes, I misses Playing cards, smoking cigarettes Writing all the day, dreaming all the night My heart is beating, my brain is still in a fight For your loving in a condition of a loneliness In my boring silent bedroom, where darkness A poor heart yearning and love sickness That's a love in a quarentine I'm in love isolated in my quarantine Drawing with words, catching scene Looking to your photo, reading your posts I'm in a deep love issue, I have never seen I'm writing to you honey with my bored tears How cruel the world to put us apart You know how I'm living, y'know how we feel Still hoping honey, all of this is temporary And my love for you is real..
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Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 7:15 AM UTC
Love in a Quarantine
For the first time in history It’s the humans in captivity As we’re told to stay inside And cut down on all activity We need to let earth heal And repair form our damage Its a message from god For us to stop being savage We are a guest on the earth It’s the only way we can live I hope once this is all over We can all move on and forgive In this time of uncertainty Don’t think about just yourself There are vulnerable people Who are in very week health If we all stick together We can make this time better And if you don’t understand Just please re read this letter
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May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 6:32 AM UTC
Quarantine
Where am I? For those who ask: I am in the home I grew up in Between the intersection and the train tracks (Did you know, when I was little and up too late I heard the whistle of the train And I thought it was the trumpeting of angels Come to take me in the night.) And where am I, Lord? Where will this be In history’s books? Just down the street from a post office Built during the civil war for shipping shoes Still open—an essential service In a time of worry, as it was in the time of war (There have been sixteen cases in my town And it has not yet touched me.) And oh, where am I, my love? I am with my family Keeping my hands busy So my mind stays still I am in bed, or on the floor, Or in the living room, or on the porch, Or putting grooves in the driveway As I stop to smell the flowers that have bloomed the same this year as they have on every other except this year I have someone to compare them to and not a blossom measures up to you, my love. Where am I? Home Safe—as safe as one can be In a familiar place All of these are true (But the first answer that comes to my mind Is always “still miles away from you”)
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Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 5:19 PM UTC
For those who ask:
Trapped. Engorged in a prison box too small for the swelling of my spiritual rotted flesh. Given the necrosis of civilizational crumbling had cast it's affect unto me, I melt in the wading pool of an invisible guard wielding the spear of viral pandemic. I hold steadfast in my mental capacity. Only to have the prism of stability rocked by the puncturing of many holes in the hot air balloon that glides through the ice... I am rocked, shook, and unhinged; I am the door that sways gently in the breeze to the rocking tides of this astral storm of disease. All of this chaos in the atoms of my mind's eye... As I simply lay here. Trapped. Engorged in the prison of the mind. I am my own gatekeeper. A militant simply funded by the fear of the invisible guard. I blink and sip the coffee, sitting up in the bed. Shake off the madness, and return to stillness.
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 5:52 PM UTC
Passing thoughts in quarentine...
If you knew it was the last time you would see me, at least for a while, what would you have done different? Would you hold me tighter? Would you kiss me properly on the lips? Would you have stayed a little longer? Would you have held my hand for the first time? I tell you what I did, I said goodbye as if I didn't know it was the last time, 'cause I'm looking forward for the next one.
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 3:31 PM UTC
If you knew it was the last time
I wish we could be as close as when we say goodbye, I wish I could stay frozen next to you, holding you as if it was the last time I was ever gonna see you. I wish you wouldn't have to go. I wish we were right this second in the same room, not even saying a thing, not even touching, just being together, that close, maybe it would be enough.
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Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 12:42 AM UTC
Distance.