Debbie Brindley: Favorites

Jul 2018 Debbie Brindley

Madisen Kuhn

i have forgotten
to linger
in love
with you
in a past life
wanting only
to be found worthy
of your affection
revere your touch as holy
like goosebumps
in the italian sun
to write melodies
and ballads
and captions
not of purity, not of beauty
but of how you make me feel
forget all the rest
all the fighting
all the ugly
all the words
we didn’t mean
for i am ill
when you are not around
and it is poetic enough
that you are broken
yet you are
what makes me whole

seeking feedback on this one! not sure if the ending hits quite like i'd like it to. open to critiques/advice. thank you x

#love #affection #infatuation

Jul 2018 Debbie Brindley

Coffee

Jul 2018 Debbie Brindley

Özcan Sh

Coffee

When my hands get cold
You warm them up again
Every sip from the mug
My blood flows faster through my heart
The Fragrance reminds me of our first date
And the taste is strong as our love
Makes me to drink another mug of
Coffee.

#dailypoem #poetry #poem #coffee #love #heart

Jul 2018 Debbie Brindley

gray

Jul 2018 Debbie Brindley

ali

gray

i've run out of poetry,
and now all i'm left with
is gray.

gray surroundings,
gray people.
i'm lost in a world
that's lost in itself.

i can't find the words
to even say what i'm feeling,
because all i see is confusion
staring right back at me.

i'm in a room full of mirrors,
my own reflection
not appearing
because i've lost myself
in the depths of my thoughts.

someone,
please find me,
someone, anyone,
i'm gasping for air
that's not even there.

no one understands,
yet you're all here to listen.

there's only one problem.

i can't find the words-
i've run out of poetry.

my solution to having writer's block but also desperately needing to write at the same time

#gray #confusion #emotions #poetry

Jul 2018 Debbie Brindley

The secret life of poets

Jul 2018 Debbie Brindley

emnabee

The secret life of poets

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.

#secret #life #poets

Jul 2018 Debbie Brindley

How Cute

Jul 2018 Debbie Brindley

Mike

How Cute

Before my first day of school
I knew how to read and write

But mom thought it important
That I memorize
Our home phone number.

In retrospect
She worried that a stranger
Might sweep me up and secret me away.

How cute.
That one’s deepest fear
Would be kidnapping

And how sweet
That her dearest friend
The one she couldn’t bear to lose
Would be her five-year-old

Good times

A "home phone number" refers to old style land line phones that were not mobile. Land lines were usually tetheted to a wall or they sat on a desk or table.