"psjwebber" poems
Forgotten
is
To be ignored
stabs deeper
cuts more...
No recognition
No concern
No control
Less than Nothing
Father Time
took his toll…
Left behind
No one remembers
wrinkles and scattered
Grey…
A Man once
I might drop her
A joke
Youth laughs…
publicly humiliated
considered weak
stood up
& abandoned
the party is over
whiskey & wine
never dulls
the pain of
Being lost
Being ignored
Being Forgotten.
Psjwebber
(21 October 2020)
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 9:34 AM UTC
Color of Yellow
Roses open to Blooms
on vines
a majestic paintbrush Divine
designed to resemble the Seasons' change of Spring life's renewal until Fall's transcendental year's end.
Color of the Sun at morning's wake
filling the kitchen's window sill for
breakfast sake
to a Sea of Daisies
in fields of green pastures
to hilltops of leaves falling in Autumn for us to rake.
Psjwebber (11 Nov 21)
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 11:11 PM UTC
Darken shadows
of the previous night;
give way to predictions
of a new daylight.
Paintbrushes dance
across an open sky
As wetness
brings pleasure & grace
Unable to be denied.
Their lingering pulls & yields
To one's sluggish delight,
While majestic purple hues
become devoid of midnight;
as delicate limbs are reborn
both fresh & fragrant;
bathing within
the morning dew;
Becoming yet alive
& something anew.
(Psjwebber 12/6/20)
Dec 30, 2024
Dec 30, 2024 at 3:47 AM UTC
The feeding
The violence has begun
tearing & ripping
away at our flesh.
carnivorous piece,
after piece …
blood upon their lips
The horror
& muffled insatiable cries,
the screaming
hunger & thirst
carried off/ taken away & gorged
At first recognizable
then indistinguishable
Scattered remains
& the smell of
Rot begins
Our Elder dies.
Psjwebber
(14 Oct 21)
Oct 16, 2024
Oct 16, 2024 at 5:20 PM UTC