"frome" poems
My right ear has triple tinnitus.
It's true. I kid you not.
First there is the deep, low mourn of a foghorn,
with a louder high pitched ring above.
But stuck somewhere in between
is a beautifully sad Charlie Parker saxophone number.
It's soft notes range frome mid to low and drown
the foghorn and annoying ring while carrying
me away to dream. My own nightly internal
Charlie Parker radio.
r ~ 23Jan14
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC
'Tis better, they say, to have loved and lost than to have never
Truly
Loved at all.
To love in a way that fans a fire in your soul the likes of which no forest on earth, no volcano on mars
Has ever experienced.
And why love at all?
At the end of every path there's a giant elm tree sticking its bitter head out of the soft, white ground as you coast the ups and downs holding tightly to the reigns
Trying vainly to steer.
There's red in her hair.
And red in the snow beneath you. Around you. Inside of you. Coming from you.
Because.
'Tis better to risk your life to be with her forever than to live in the silence of creaking floorboards
With living martyrs wrapped in wrinkles and pale eyes always on you.
To die.
Together.
Because of love than to live with anything else.
Often you lose. But that's why it's a risk.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
The air tingled
the flowers most generously
perfumed the night
The sky was frosted
with stars
the birds were asleep
was all silent!
frome isloation
to isolation.
She stood next to him
she could smell what
he was wearing
the warmth and dust
of an hard day.
She loved him near
she tried not to seem excited
nevertheless to break free,
was temporary
All questions answered
was value time together[;)] wink [;)]
Dec 25, 2010
Dec 25, 2010 at 10:40 PM UTC
I had a terrible dream
that I was Ethan Frome
and you lived in Vermont
and it was cold as hell
but you were hot, hot.
You were married and I was not,
or was it I that was married?
"Knock, knock"
"Open up it's the sheriff,
there's been a terrible accident."
"Knock, Knock"
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 9:12 PM UTC
I remember this awful book I read once
about a year ago.
I can't remember the title but it was one of those terrible tragedies
revolving around young love.
But of course, it's a tragedy so everybody dies unhappy
and without love.
The reason I am thinking of it is because it is snowing and the entire setting of the book is covered in snow.
I had a day dream about you earlier today, in class.
We walked down the streets of some nondescript town covered in snow.
We looked behind us every so often at the zigzagged tracks we left behind us, as if they were following us, not ready to part.
After a while of walking we wandered into a cafe and sat in the window seat.
On the window we drew flowers out of the condensation.
We laughed as we sipped our hot chocolate and from a bag you produced a very nice woolen scarf, which you gave to me, and from my coat pocket I produced a very nice woolen beanie, which I gave to you.
I hope this isn't brash
and I hope this isn't obtrusive,
it's just that I've been wanting to tell you for some time
how very pretty you are.
Every time I think I have worked up the courage to do so, I cannot.
I think my daydream is a spawn of my yearn to tell you what I think
and thus this was born.
Call it poetry, prose, or whatever you like
but the truth is that this is communication
in it's most simple
and most complicated form.
I remember now, the book was called Ethan Frome, and it wasn't all that bad.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
Everything is so black and grey.
I'm surrounded by all the reasons I cannot stay.
I've tried the drugs.
They take me away just for that moment of the day.
The alcohol stimulates me just a hangover in so much more pain.
The pain I feel never goes away.
No matter what I do.
It's always there to stay.
Maybe it is telling me I shouldn't be here today.
I've cried and I've cried with my blood shot tears.
It is hard to say what I will do next.
I'm im so much more pain.
I've overdosed on medication.
I'm surprised.
I should be in the hospital by now.
They would probably ask me too many questions as they examine me.
My body is bruised frome head to toe with cuts of blood here and there.
I'm im so much more pain.
I wish someone was still here to help me through my pain.
Everyone is gone.
They left me behind.
I'm in so much more pain.
I wanna know why I am still here.
All I wish is to go back in time.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
Wer is d love wer is d felling??
It's only alone dat m living,
no one bothers wat i do,
dey r simply ignoring me cuz dey wanna never knw wat i am going through,
and they push me to the fire as that's there only work and,
is the 1 of d worse thing the usualy do,
i cried soo much but the pain still is alive wid in me,
i want some 1 to free frome these,
hell life just a simple thing i want,
dat i wanna b happy and scrolled,
to nearby every person whom i think dat *****
can understand me and be,
help to make me upcome from m goin through,
but dey pushed me away as m a garbage and proved,
that they r heartless and make me cry again and again,
but still i find the person who bothers wat i feel,
and wat i have 2 do for my well fare and to increase the yield,
of happiest smiles but i still dont knw y i cry dat my eyes got red,
and all peoples aroun me see me as m a stupid and aprrox dead,
Person who iszz alway sad,
but m not a bad,
person as i knw and i always wanna keep others happy,
and
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC
I slowly watch as the dreams and plans i once made fade away in the land were i was born and raised we travel down the roades day and night moving towrds one thing insight a new life is what she wanted a time away frome the hell he started but moving makes me see the things i needed the dreams and planes fade away as we travel away from the land ok its time i say im afraid i wish everything wouldnt change i wish my dreams and plans wouldent have faded away but now were here and everythings clear my life is new but i have absoulutly no clue on what i should do should i run away or hide away no my life is moving and soon ill be new just as i am when i move im confused and i dont know what to do i feel alone and abandond at home but shes always there and i thank her for her care even though i feel alone im not im home my body may be still but my soul will always and forever will be moving
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
it doesnt come frome
his ability to cry
his ability to sing
or his ability to act
even his ability to think
A Poets Fame
comes long after his death
when children can relate
or when women decide to rest
when men decide to weep
it doesnt come from
his ability to write
his ability to ryhme
or his ability to laugh
even his ability to hear
A Poets Fame
comes when the world sees fit
when life seems worthless
when death is at your door
or when emotions grow to heavy
A Poets Fame
is written in history
bound to the pages
and his lost sanity
furthers his legacy
that we try to follow
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 8:15 PM UTC
I love singing at the top of my lungs in my car
I’m pretty sure the guy in the next lane thinks I’m a superstar.
Wait ‘till he sees me play my guitar.
I must have coffee in the morning
Before that...You’ve been given a fair warning.
Books on the floor
Books by the door
Books on my shelf in alphabetical order
No, I don’t have a disorder.
Don’t look so surprised...
I just like things organized…
or at least just my hundreds of tomes.
Gatsby’s journey before Frome’s
Poetry : Symmetry
Words in reason and rhyme
in beat and time.
Favorite color: purple
many a journal
It doesn’t take a Sherlock
to know that my favorite flower is the lilac.
Getting that perfect picture on file.
Jeans, sweater, scarf- that’s my style.
Finding the perfect word after thinking for a while.
a child’s gap-toothed smile.
I love to drive with all of my windows open and sunroof down.
Even if my ‘do looks like the hair of Einstein or the wig of a clown
Mom’s sure that I’ll get scalp cancer
from the uv exposure.
“But I have to”, I answer.
I can’t stay cooped up in an enclosure
ever afraid to venture out.
I want to feel the wind, the sun, on my face
to the heavens I want to shout
I’m free, not just stuck in one place
I want to see the endless green and blue space
I want to see the ocean of grass
the night lights I’ll pass.
I’ll swim at the beach
and for the stars I’ll reach.
Because, more than anything I want to be free
Can’t you see?
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
Roses grew in the depth of her heart,
Daisies sprouted from her lungs.
Daffodils arose frome instide her stomache
and lillies formed on her tongue.
She spoke so sweetly,
innocent and kind.
But as this little girl grew up she found
That flowers will die.
and weeds will grow.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
How much can a lizard know, I wonder,
looking out my window at my rock
in the shadow of my house,
always a glance away when
an I am in this position
and aware there is
there, the rock, the still threaded witness,
in granite,
the shaking that shook up all the mountains
shook them all all up
at once
it was a whole planet shaking at once, rung
like abaodingball
abiding in the echoes we can hear with our augmental
ears,
we know whales sing when no one is listening,
as we know the sound of a certain tree
falling
in
a legend, new and old, a sticky thought,
ancient of days, is this lizard brain,
you still work?
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it tipped. 13 years, 327 days, 57 minutes 13. nnnnnnnnnnnnn
Any time this happens we yoostasay selah,
now we breathe,
once to be
once to have
once to hold and look around. are we dragging any fool
to madness?
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 8:03 PM UTC
All the sad lonely people
Trudge along
Alone frome cradle to grave
Life's a sad, sad song
Goodbye
Goodbye
I won't miss you
Goodbye
If love is blind
Hate can truly see
Be careful of where you aim
Because eventually it's where you'll be
Truth is stranger than fiction
Fiction is better than you
You are not who you were
And that is the truth
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC
The lights in my heart are fadeing fast
It's probably because I'm living in the past
I keep on thinking about yesterday And how you made it all go away
The darkness and sorrow Keep me from tomarrow but the light frome today
I will save for another day To put on a smile Only hides it for awhile
To put on a frown Puts every one down You can not win You can not lose
All you can do is take the bruise
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC
"im lonely, so lonely."
the saphire cries.
"the moon is dark, gone frome the skies."
she glistens and sharpens in her hue.
"if only, if only"
the gemstones reply
"you would be moved, we could see your eye"
they believe a change is due
yes only, if only, the change would come
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 9:12 PM UTC
I got lopped in the face and
All I got was this mouthful of blood
Holding my head up high
With my shoes in the mud
Crusty-eyed, like I just rose from a long sleep
Wiping them clean with an old rag
I can see now, but then my ears start to ring
Hoisting myself up, an old and tattered flag
Cracking my neck, my ears clear again
The noise is like a bell calling me home
I take a step and my knees buckle
Take it as it comes like a young Ethan Frome
Standing up straight, my senses intact
For a moment, I ponder the crystal lake before me
Then I strip and I dive and I smile today
For once I was blind, but now I see clearly
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC