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 Jul 2022 Bobby Copeland
Man
have i become complacent
content with the linear life i am leading
leading me nowhere, and fast
i can chase tomorrow, tonight
but how long will that last
young and spry, they fade
and the wind guard of youth
cracks
and you will feel
uneven, even shaded by leisure
to find kinks that will not give relief
in your day, in work and love, most painfully of all
despite your values and beliefs
the dream died
 Jun 2022 Bobby Copeland
Solaces
Nature's memory

  The soil touches your feet.  Heaven below. As the sky and winds play with your hair. Heaven above. Voices of leaves rustle their poems. The memory of you is not so far away.  As nature has never forgotten you even one thousand dreams away.
These halls seem somewhat hollow
A certain sense of sorrow
Now graces ancient stone.
Replacing familiar faces
With defaced family paintings
And cold ancestral bones.
Thrones thrown upon a pyre.
Fate becomes the folly
Tomorrow the unknown,
The brows of time are furrowed
Past spent, lost, or borrowed
Flowers forever bloom alone.
Rats, the last lords of ruin
Rule cruel shadows from the walls.
Twilight sighs at daylight's rise
All seems dark till darkness falls.
Last night when I opened the book of my memories,
My soul cried,
Of what I had lost in life.
11/3/2022
 Jun 2022 Bobby Copeland
Nylee
apart from breathing through your nostrils?
Every breath intake,
A second more to live
all we ever did was breathe
through the sorrows and happiness
it has many arcs, the wave
every moment I spent living,
I knew the fate
same as everyone
death will swallow me whole
all I ever had was my fine soul.
We are all prisoners to our fears
and the power to set yourself
free, lies in the palm
of your hand,

an invisible key of courage,

but the thought of breaking
out of this cage,

a combination of misery
and comfort, torment and safety

overwhelms me completely,
and so I stay behind bars
eating scraps of other emotions
writing poems on the walls
in black crayon

I am not courageous
Let me stay some more days
I have left some promises
Let me live some more days
I have left some dreams!

Let me gaze upon your smile
I have left a few days to die
Let me be free for a while
One last time I want to fly!

I have replaced my heart
with your memories
Now they work for me
like the live scenarios.

I have lost my soul in you
and forgotten me, darling
I open my eyes to you
and I do this every morning!

Even then you leave me alone
then I have no complaint
just let my soul pray for you
with the early sunshine.

Could you listen to me just once
before saying goodbye
Would you  give me one last chance
before winging to the sky!
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