soon there will be leaves
growing everywhere
hiding the desperate beauty
of these raw emotions
the crisscrossing chaos
the aching naked
vulnerability
of exposing more
of themselves
during the coldest months
I feel alive
when I walk
amongst them
they speak to me
they speak for me
outwardly I will
enjoy the leaves
but inside I will be
waiting for them to fall

-

in order to
"poem"
             BIG—

i must learn
to write
              small...


s jones
2021


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Hello Poetry
        (Where The Heart Is In The Write)

    Here I am, just a man in a changed
World and I’m lost in what to believe
And it saddens me deeply and I
Wear my heart upon my sleeve

I still like to think that the world
Is full of people whom still are kind
But the media has filled their hearts with
Hate and they’ve become reality blind

But miracles still happen every day
This much I truly know
And each of us in our hearts
Still have room to grow

One day I was feeling really low
And I had this phone in my hand
I was truly puzzled by things
In this world that I didn’t understand

I began to cry and I couldn’t stop
And as usual a poem I began to write
It had nothing to do with my pain
It was silly and fun and light

The title was Old Ones
And I simply just wanted to share
I found Hello Poetry and I found
There’s still wonderful people out there

We write about a plethora of things
In general just what’s on our mind
We post them here and we read
Other poetry that we find

In a world full of hate, there’s love here
It’s a family that I’ve never known
I feel it in my heart and even deeper
Clean down to the bone

I want to thank you all for your kindness
Deb Jones, and Scripted Silence too
Carlo C Gomez and Timetabled and
Beautifully Broken just to name a few

God Bless you all for your love
And for shining your light
Thank you so much my people of Hello
Poetry, where the heart is in the write

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 03/11/2021
All rights reserved
Dedicated to everyone here at HP

               Old Ones

  I remember my youth and
The energy that was endlessly flowing
And today I feel that energy
Continually slowing

I remember my elders and
How they envied me
Wishing they could store
That energy for eternity

Now the years have passed me by
And I still feel the kid Inside of me
But I have no clue just where
That energy might be

I know it's lost in some
Kind of a galaxy Void
Harnessed inside some
Kind of a robot droid

Or maybe it's frozen in the
Space and time doldrums
Or maybe it was  hijacked
By the old ones

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 4/9/17
All rights reserved
The first poem that I posted here