Definites poems on Hello Poetry

Spenser Bennett Mar 2016

Well I never noticed that you looked at me differently than everyone else.
I was always too busy running around in circles trapped inside my own head.
I get caught up in what-if's and maybe's and forget that there are definites and certainties.
I focus on all these stars falling heavy around my ears and I run chasing after them missing the beauty and wonder shining sweet light on me.
When I lost myself in those moments..I should've lost them with you.

#you #my #regrets #with #little

Traveler Nov 2015

WAKE UP AND DO SOME LIVING

Why shout out to the mountain
It's time to fall on me
The sky keeps turning darker
So why pretend to see …

Love so often cast
Like pearls to the swine
The dog returns to his *****
He calls it holy wine …

There’s a new day on the horizon
As our lungs gasp for air
Existence remains unsolvable
Yet on ourselves we swear

Eternity holds no definites
The equation six feet deeper
Wake up and do some living
Or be an eternal sleeper

Traveler Tim
An older poem of mine
I wrote it in 2004
Re To 06-17.

Rosie Wisniewski May 2013

Where and How?

Where am I going?
How am I doing?
Two questions that have no definite answer
In my world of definites
The pain of not knowing
The indescribable uncertainty of future
And the painful truths of the past
And the undeniably unstable quakes of the present
Racked with uncertainty
Thought spinning and whirling
Around
Around
And around my mind
Making me dizzy
Sick with thought
Stricken by fear
Until there's nothing to do but fall down.

When down on the ground
Where is there to go but up?
Be content with the cold hard ground
Or rise up to your knees
Baby steps
The road to recovery
Gravity fights and tries to knock you back down
The floor starts to look a little better
It pulls you down
Temptations arise
They won't be the reason for my demise
Back on my feet is where I'll be
Give it time
Where will I be?
How will I be?
We'll have to wait and see.

Traveler Jun 2017

WAKE UP AND DO SOME LIVING

Why shout out to the mountain
It's time to fall on me
The sky keeps turning darker
So why pretend to see …

Love so often cast
Like pearls to the swine
The dog returns to his *****
He calls it holy wine …

There’s a new day on the horizon
As our lungs gasp for air
Existence remains unsolvable
Yet on these fables so many swear

Eternity holds no definites
The equation six feet deeper
Wake up and do some living
Or be an eternal sleeper

HP
Nov 2015

Traveler Tim
An older poem of mine
I wrote it in 2004

Robert Velves Mar 7

Through the Window Grills

Between the window grills, the dark horizon in full bloom,
I still think of you despite my hopeless worries
Distant lights behind the silhouettes of trees,
A faint call, a twinkling gloom,

From the window, the little light traces
The rusty roof, the crawling decay
Facing these sad, empty places
I think of you night and day.

I think of you, knowing you're joy at this moment,
My sorrow that you do not know is not a reproach
It is not unfairness; it is not a torment,
Thoughts of you that always find a way to approach.

I think of you, and my mind blends with the wind of the cosmos,
Dreaming the two of us were meant to be together forever
Unlike the definites that make life pause,
A curse a man was born as if he was never.

The sky expands in gloom; a lone star shines through
Behind the drizzle that paints the dawn
I want you to know that I think of you
In the remaining moments that fate has drawn.

Jan.4, 2025

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