"driftless" poems - Hello Poetry

Shifting bruises in unswept dust Summer whispers to trees untouched A wind-swept melody runs through sun-baked weeds Amber roots seep steadily Staining the driftless sky

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May 2, 2021

May 2, 2021 at 12:35 AM UTC

Chelsey

Dusk

Shifting bruises in unswept dust Summer whispers to trees untouched A wind-swept melody runs through sun-baked weeds Amber roots seep steadily Staining the driftless sky

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The dreadful —- packed inside piercing thoughts and incessant inner droll Paralyzed —- by toxic breath and black sound streaming dark figures that howl, and scream and bend Driftless —- in a burnt out sky the churning red blaze, peeling flesh from bones of tombstone soldiers Arsenic blood in a deep altered state —- *too little? too much? too late* Faces in the shadows that hint of home —- bring comforts lost to each, his own

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Dec 29, 2022

Dec 29, 2022 at 1:17 PM UTC

ck-baker

Inside

The dreadful —- packed inside piercing thoughts and incessant inner droll Paralyzed —- by toxic breath and black sound streaming dark figures that howl, and scream and bend Driftless —- in a burnt out sky the churning red blaze, peeling flesh from bones of tombstone soldiers Arsenic blood in a deep altered state —- *too little? too much? too late* Faces in the shadows that hint of home —- bring comforts lost to each, his own

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Go door to door sleeping on different floors Friend to friend living on friendships till they end I'm a chore waiting outside your door I'll leave your heart bruised and sore And then I'll wander once more Doors open to me before I close them behind me Live here till they don't see a friend when they look at me Can't stand a driftless loser whose drowning in a sea of apathy When you remember the past I hope that I'm an absentee I was pushed away and you deserve better than me We used to talk at the lunch table and laugh all day I felt joy with you when all there was, was gray At recess, we would sit and talk and laugh all day I felt a connection with you and had so much to say Now we sit on the couch and talk and cry all day Life keeps getting colder and we keep getting older You made something of yourself moved much bolder Every weight and sad day you would shoulder While I sat under a tree and laughed into october Laughed away the day until my heart froze over Mostly I smoke **** and don't do much of anything Something I'm interested in? no there's not a thing Maybe I could just die if a bee would choose to sting Relax in flower fields, watching the bees in the spring Death fluttering over buttercups while I eat a fairy ring "Relax", "Slow down", "What's the big deal anyway" You really just have so much you want to be and to say But I don't have much I want to be and really whose to say I'll get out of your way, your right I guess I just get in the way And its okay if we never talk there's not much to say anyway Goodbye.

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Jan 27, 2019

Jan 27, 2019 at 1:20 AM UTC

DeafBard

Wandering Wastrel

Go door to door sleeping on different floors Friend to friend living on friendships till they end I'm a chore waiting outside your door I'll leave your heart bruised and sore And then I'll wander once more Doors open to me before I close them behind me Live here till they don't see a friend when they look at me Can't stand a driftless loser whose drowning in a sea of apathy When you remember the past I hope that I'm an absentee I was pushed away and you deserve better than me We used to talk at the lunch table and laugh all day I felt joy with you when all there was, was gray At recess, we would sit and talk and laugh all day I felt a connection with you and had so much to say Now we sit on the couch and talk and cry all day Life keeps getting colder and we keep getting older You made something of yourself moved much bolder Every weight and sad day you would shoulder While I sat under a tree and laughed into october Laughed away the day until my heart froze over Mostly I smoke **** and don't do much of anything Something I'm interested in? no there's not a thing Maybe I could just die if a bee would choose to sting Relax in flower fields, watching the bees in the spring Death fluttering over buttercups while I eat a fairy ring "Relax", "Slow down", "What's the big deal anyway" You really just have so much you want to be and to say But I don't have much I want to be and really whose to say I'll get out of your way, your right I guess I just get in the way And its okay if we never talk there's not much to say anyway Goodbye.

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the wind blew through me when my soul became restless on this corner, we used to be and now just my heart, driftless Paused for the light But hadn’t noticed, I shouldn’t Wait for what will never be right The dust on my shoes, and I couldn’t The wind blew through me Though my heart remained restless At the cemetery gate we left the city Passing back I left you driftless

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Feb 15, 2018

Feb 15, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC

francis-patrick-mcnulty

The Driftless . . .

the wind blew through me when my soul became restless on this corner, we used to be and now just my heart, driftless Paused for the light But hadn’t noticed, I shouldn’t Wait for what will never be right The dust on my shoes, and I couldn’t The wind blew through me Though my heart remained restless At the cemetery gate we left the city Passing back I left you driftless

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