#wonderings - Hello Poetry

In the shine of a summer's day Standing alone in an open field Alone with the clouds and passing birds The grass swaying to their song One wonders what they say One among many A soul among plenty Wondering what the day shall yield To bring great emotion into words Is to pull from the sea But a single creature from the deepest of trenches Hoping it is whole, not divided into thirds Of the grandeur it could be Alas, here where the grass grows long There is not a sea, But an endless sky On a peaceful summer day. - Jay M September 2nd, 2021

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Sep 2, 2021

Sep 2, 2021 at 4:55 PM UTC

Wandering_Spirit

Summer's Day

In the shine of a summer's day Standing alone in an open field Alone with the clouds and passing birds The grass swaying to their song One wonders what they say One among many A soul among plenty Wondering what the day shall yield To bring great emotion into words Is to pull from the sea But a single creature from the deepest of trenches Hoping it is whole, not divided into thirds Of the grandeur it could be Alas, here where the grass grows long There is not a sea, But an endless sky On a peaceful summer day. - Jay M September 2nd, 2021

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This could’ve been me. I could’ve been a consciousness trapped inside a tree. Instead, I have a body, these bones, this blood, my flesh. Why would I ask for more when I could’ve had much less?

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Jan 10, 2021

Jan 10, 2021 at 12:20 AM UTC

Annieeske

this tree

This could’ve been me. I could’ve been a consciousness trapped inside a tree. Instead, I have a body, these bones, this blood, my flesh. Why would I ask for more when I could’ve had much less?

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There's something so simple Yet so utterly complex In the use of words They flow out like rivers Rough and in bursts at first Then they calm down, Smooth into fluid speech With much less fear of being misunderstood Yet, maybe so Now more than ever Fear that our words are misinterpreted That our rivers have been secretly redirected Pooling elsewhere in small amounts - Jay M April 22nd, 2020

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Apr 22, 2020

Apr 22, 2020 at 3:26 PM UTC

Wandering_Spirit

Words Like Water

There's something so simple Yet so utterly complex In the use of words They flow out like rivers Rough and in bursts at first Then they calm down, Smooth into fluid speech With much less fear of being misunderstood Yet, maybe so Now more than ever Fear that our words are misinterpreted That our rivers have been secretly redirected Pooling elsewhere in small amounts - Jay M April 22nd, 2020

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Life is a mystery Solved by living through each day Picking and choosing each little thing you do To hopefully come out the way you dream Even though oftentimes reality is ugly So unfair and we yearn for things to stay Remain and not bid us adieu Things heat up, water to steam In the night, people scream Some with delight, others of fright Some real, some making a foolish deal Up is right and down is left South is east and north is west Stalking about like a major theft Doing it's very, very best Throwing a stone in the lake But it comes back and in its wake Rush toward the shore twenty more None hear the cries of the unsure But discover the corpses of their mistakes Pondering what could have happened When there were witnesses a plenty All spewing acidic lies to disfigure The twisted thing they could never cure Life gives and takes As an ocean pushes and pulls Metal above a candle blackened Polished to be shiny, like new A mother lulls her child Tells it to calm, no more to be wild Look to the sky, as it changes hue Does that not calm a restless soul? Rolling clouds, endless expanse that is the sky Some beg and plea and ask it why But the answer they seek is not in the great vastness overhead Or in the miles of earth and life underfoot It's within oneself, and in those you meet Find it, and embrace it Don't stop searching Especially if you're uncertain what you're searching for. - Jay M April 17th, 2020

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Apr 17, 2020

Apr 17, 2020 at 10:59 PM UTC

Wandering_Spirit

Curious Life

Life is a mystery Solved by living through each day Picking and choosing each little thing you do To hopefully come out the way you dream Even though oftentimes reality is ugly So unfair and we yearn for things to stay Remain and not bid us adieu Things heat up, water to steam In the night, people scream Some with delight, others of fright Some real, some making a foolish deal Up is right and down is left South is east and north is west Stalking about like a major theft Doing it's very, very best Throwing a stone in the lake But it comes back and in its wake Rush toward the shore twenty more None hear the cries of the unsure But discover the corpses of their mistakes Pondering what could have happened When there were witnesses a plenty All spewing acidic lies to disfigure The twisted thing they could never cure Life gives and takes As an ocean pushes and pulls Metal above a candle blackened Polished to be shiny, like new A mother lulls her child Tells it to calm, no more to be wild Look to the sky, as it changes hue Does that not calm a restless soul? Rolling clouds, endless expanse that is the sky Some beg and plea and ask it why But the answer they seek is not in the great vastness overhead Or in the miles of earth and life underfoot It's within oneself, and in those you meet Find it, and embrace it Don't stop searching Especially if you're uncertain what you're searching for. - Jay M April 17th, 2020

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Sometimes I wonder if the dollar that paid for my soda was ever in a strippers underwear. And then...I wonder if the cashier is ever thinking the same thing.

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Nov 18, 2018

Nov 18, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC

ashleylingy

Stripper Soda

Sometimes I wonder if the dollar that paid for my soda was ever in a strippers underwear. And then...I wonder if the cashier is ever thinking the same thing.

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i felt like i was in an elevator that was on the eighteenth floor, but then dropped twenty more down, six feet deeper into the ground, i was like a white rabbit, frozen in the headlights of a speeding car with no chance of survival unless i took extreme measures to escape, i tried and tried to make it out alive but in the end i died like a train with it's passengers aboard. that's how i woke up, in a sweat like a river, for this is a dream i once dreamt, the horses are coming so you better run if you want to survive and make it out alive. there's only one way out and that's to follow Alice. darling, don't you know? the good times are over and gone but dream on, dear, dream on, it's a good feeling, i know. the cats are out of the bag and the birds are loose, so the feeling doesn't last long but enjoy it while you can before our hearts and lungs collide. the way you put one foot in front of the other and in line with mine reminded me of when i saw you father and mother dancing one time because if you think it through too many times, it becomes a blur of reality and too many breaths. i'm not calling you a thief, just don't steal from me, cause i know i'm a decent tailor from the many times that i've had to mend my heart with patches of future love. this old stuffed rabbit that i sleep with, i've killed it with kisses and drowned it with tears but it still has no reply to my wonderings.

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Mar 15, 2018

Mar 15, 2018 at 10:45 AM UTC

brotherxsky

Alice and the Wonderings

i felt like i was in an elevator that was on the eighteenth floor, but then dropped twenty more down, six feet deeper into the ground, i was like a white rabbit, frozen in the headlights of a speeding car with no chance of survival unless i took extreme measures to escape, i tried and tried to make it out alive but in the end i died like a train with it's passengers aboard. that's how i woke up, in a sweat like a river, for this is a dream i once dreamt, the horses are coming so you better run if you want to survive and make it out alive. there's only one way out and that's to follow Alice. darling, don't you know? the good times are over and gone but dream on, dear, dream on, it's a good feeling, i know. the cats are out of the bag and the birds are loose, so the feeling doesn't last long but enjoy it while you can before our hearts and lungs collide. the way you put one foot in front of the other and in line with mine reminded me of when i saw you father and mother dancing one time because if you think it through too many times, it becomes a blur of reality and too many breaths. i'm not calling you a thief, just don't steal from me, cause i know i'm a decent tailor from the many times that i've had to mend my heart with patches of future love. this old stuffed rabbit that i sleep with, i've killed it with kisses and drowned it with tears but it still has no reply to my wonderings.

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...the dusty road, wearing a sombrero, i saw a chained monkey in the middle of the road...under the heat of the sun, its eyes seemed numbed, as visitors gifted it with bananas and other foods... was the monkey bored? tired of watching people come and go? day in, day out? what if it rains? it has no roof above its head... where does it sleep? i wondered why, from the door jamb where i stood, there exists another door, smaller upon sight, and another...and another...and another.... i was accosted by an endless series of doors... what lies at the end? is there an end to these succession of doors? what could be its purpose? i wondered about that reason.... i wondered...why the pathways ahead, left side, and right, involved going high, then low, so you go up, then down... you get used to its rhythm, to the practice of going up, then down, holding your breath, grasping for a post to hold on to, if and when you lose your balance... you assume on what is to follow, you are about to take a step forward and you'll be surprised....your next step, ...............could be fatal.... you would expect a set of steps going down... but, there are none...you're inches away from the end of the ledge.....you stare at the ground....from where you stand ......there's nothing there ........just an assumed fall.. ............if you had been a fool... these temples, with countless, endless steps and doors, radiate with wisdom, offered to us...right in front of our faces.. we just have to be keen...be perceptive... be able to discover...and learn, before a fall occurs... i walked away from these walls and stairs, tired...sweating...my knees aching......but, with my wonderings............waning...... Sally Copyright January 31, 2017 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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Feb 1, 2017

Feb 1, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC

sally-a-bayan

While Walking...

...the dusty road, wearing a sombrero, i saw a chained monkey in the middle of the road...under the heat of the sun, its eyes seemed numbed, as visitors gifted it with bananas and other foods... was the monkey bored? tired of watching people come and go? day in, day out? what if it rains? it has no roof above its head... where does it sleep? i wondered why, from the door jamb where i stood, there exists another door, smaller upon sight, and another...and another...and another.... i was accosted by an endless series of doors... what lies at the end? is there an end to these succession of doors? what could be its purpose? i wondered about that reason.... i wondered...why the pathways ahead, left side, and right, involved going high, then low, so you go up, then down... you get used to its rhythm, to the practice of going up, then down, holding your breath, grasping for a post to hold on to, if and when you lose your balance... you assume on what is to follow, you are about to take a step forward and you'll be surprised....your next step, ...............could be fatal.... you would expect a set of steps going down... but, there are none...you're inches away from the end of the ledge.....you stare at the ground....from where you stand ......there's nothing there ........just an assumed fall.. ............if you had been a fool... these temples, with countless, endless steps and doors, radiate with wisdom, offered to us...right in front of our faces.. we just have to be keen...be perceptive... be able to discover...and learn, before a fall occurs... i walked away from these walls and stairs, tired...sweating...my knees aching......but, with my wonderings............waning...... Sally Copyright January 31, 2017 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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Maybe this is not our time. Or maybe you're not mine. But let my words bear witness That at this certain moment I am thinking of you, of us And of the future that we shouldn't rush. I am letting you go while still holding on A sliver of hope that you'll be the one. But this is not a cage for you and me Because I want a love that is given free. So if our path does not cross again, Maybe it is the will of the heavens. Or maybe this is not our time. Or maybe you're not mine.

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Jun 24, 2016

Jun 24, 2016 at 12:20 PM UTC

pauline-celerio

Ponderings

Maybe this is not our time. Or maybe you're not mine. But let my words bear witness That at this certain moment I am thinking of you, of us And of the future that we shouldn't rush. I am letting you go while still holding on A sliver of hope that you'll be the one. But this is not a cage for you and me Because I want a love that is given free. So if our path does not cross again, Maybe it is the will of the heavens. Or maybe this is not our time. Or maybe you're not mine.

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I told myself I was being crazy I told myself lots of things Instead of joining for the upcoming weekend, I did what I always did. I didn’t want to, I’d move in a daze Feeling more and more uneasy, It was over before it could even begin. If only I had stopped when I had the chance None of it made any sense. The only thing I’d seen was despair My mother echoed wonderingly- it would finally die down

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Nov 3, 2015

Nov 3, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC

noiredaises

Contemplations

I told myself I was being crazy I told myself lots of things Instead of joining for the upcoming weekend, I did what I always did. I didn’t want to, I’d move in a daze Feeling more and more uneasy, It was over before it could even begin. If only I had stopped when I had the chance None of it made any sense. The only thing I’d seen was despair My mother echoed wonderingly- it would finally die down

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Scared of the future Scared for us, too Scared of losing you Scared of leaving you too I don't know whether to hold on Or to stay still To let tears fall Or to remember what's real It's like I'm pushed off a cliff But I never go down It's like you're holding me But you're just keeping me out When I lie awake at night And the questions start to surface My heart pounds like a mile race And yet it calms down at the memory Of your face Do you love me Or do you like my shadow Do you love me Or are you leaving tomorrow

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Oct 3, 2015

Oct 3, 2015 at 2:39 PM UTC

gingerbreadstix

Push and pull

Scared of the future Scared for us, too Scared of losing you Scared of leaving you too I don't know whether to hold on Or to stay still To let tears fall Or to remember what's real It's like I'm pushed off a cliff But I never go down It's like you're holding me But you're just keeping me out When I lie awake at night And the questions start to surface My heart pounds like a mile race And yet it calms down at the memory Of your face Do you love me Or do you like my shadow Do you love me Or are you leaving tomorrow

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how do i figure out things that have gone astray how do i filter out the good from the decayed and how do i get out from the shackles of yesterday dear oh dear how do i breathe without hearing your name tell me, tell me how do i how do i make you want to stay?

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Oct 1, 2015

Oct 1, 2015 at 3:21 AM UTC

gingerbreadstix

How do I

how do i figure out things that have gone astray how do i filter out the good from the decayed and how do i get out from the shackles of yesterday dear oh dear how do i breathe without hearing your name tell me, tell me how do i how do i make you want to stay?

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