"jhenry" poems
I look at the red sun setting, as night creeps slowly in,
Is this the final ending? Or is this where I begin?
On the brink the whole world teeters, a fall will lose it all,
But a leap to fly forever! And how the sky does call,
Eternity to shatter, and the day it will subside,
We are on the edge together, here where our fates collide,
One to stand in ruins, an illusion lost in the night,
One to jump in darkness, and turn a plummet into flight.
But the dawn that follows evening, remembers all to well,
The emptiness, the losses, a red sun to rise in Hell.
JHenry
Jul 13, 2022
Jul 13, 2022 at 10:28 AM UTC
So high a price,
So thoughtless paid,
A loaded dice,
A promise made,
A whispered lie,
A look away,
And love to die,
And pain to stay,
Another game,
Another end,
So stay the same,
So just pretend.
JHenry
Mar 6, 2022
Mar 6, 2022 at 8:31 PM UTC
I feel the water through my fingers,
I chase serenity and peace,
And what I wanted how it lingers,
A dream forgotten, doesn’t cease.
Though the catacombs were winding,
The water still came rushing in,
And the guideposts I was finding,
Hadn’t shown me how to swim,
Getting deeper, fear of drowning,
Emotions swirling in the dark,
Only seconds, downward counting,
In the wet there is no spark,
With the night sky up above me,
The forest air I thought I’d found,
A cavern’s ceiling, I blink to see,
And a past of tombs, all around,
Another turn, though convoluted,
I’m quite at home, here in the black,
Thunder roaring, lightning muted,
Twisting, bending, going back,
When the moon rose, light in darkness,
I break the surface, gasp the air,
And swim for shore, follow madness,
The land is burning in despair.
JHenry
Jul 31, 2022
Jul 31, 2022 at 2:05 PM UTC
There comes a cold December when the snow covers the ground,
It softens all the edges and it mutes all of the sound,
I shiver in my jacket and I think of sunset skies,
When the birds were singing sweetly and color of your eyes,
There’s a fire that’s burning somewhere and it warms the winter’s night,
While the wind blows past the window,
clouds obscure the pale moonlight,
And there’s blankets full of comfort lying softly in a pile,
Somewhere, somehow, I will get there to remain a little while,
While the snow gets ever deeper and the cold seems here to stay,
Though it be a cold December we can chase the cold away.
JHenry
Dec 3, 2022
Dec 3, 2022 at 9:24 AM UTC
There comes a darkest night,
A destruction of the soul,
When answers aren’t in sight,
It’s time to play the fool,
So if you really have to know,
You must reach out to grab it,
Are you brave enough to go?
To follow the white rabbit,
And what is it you’ll find?
A dream lost in a dream,
A dying of the mind,
Heralded by a Banshee’s scream,
An illusion lost in time,
The limelight downward cast,
A mirror reflecting rhyme,
The future of the past,
Or a vision prophecy,
Only when you dare to try,
Only if you dare to see,
Through the gypsy’s evil eye,
And it’s best to risk it all,
As the heart knew all along,
To the phantom’s deathly call,
Or the siren’s deadly song,
Now at long last I’ve arrived,
Or mayhap just what I think,
It’s the wisdom I’ve contrived,
From the Jack O’ Lantern’s wink.
JHenry
Jun 5, 2023
Jun 5, 2023 at 6:46 PM UTC
A discarded cloak, a painted mask,
Thrown carelessly upon the embers,
I looked away, and I didn’t ask,
The axe forgets what the tree remembers,
A line was spoken, so out of place,
Breaking the silence that should of stayed,
A movement forward, to see your face,
Entangled emotions, poorly played,
Tears of sorrow, but of little use,
Are glistening on the bonds untied,
The rope I threw became a noose,
Wrapped about the words you lied,
JHenry
Jan 31, 2023
Jan 31, 2023 at 4:09 PM UTC
A cold and dark stiletto blade,
It’s rusted, jagged, poorly made,
An open heart to beat it’s last,
Blood that’s spilled into the past,
Where betters fail, the less succeed,
Swear jealous want is just a need,
And lies like acid, eat away,
They take tomorrows with today,
A coward’s heart, a poisoned soul,
With cunning words the best they fool,
A strike comes sudden… does it though?
Was there anything we didn’t know?
This spiraling downward endlessly,
To hit a bottom too black to see,
Pandora’s box broke open wide,
With the false hope that was inside,
JHenry
Apr 17, 2022
Apr 17, 2022 at 4:03 PM UTC