"trapezes" poems - Hello Poetry

One fleeting chance to catch you between trapezes Yet my head was bowed, my thoughts immersed In another dream of another life that i longed to live A moments lapse careers you to that downward spiral Through all those safety nets, all those webs we wove Once so secure borne from our labour, love and toil Exposed now like a promise of night through a civil dawn As you fall through each of my declarations of trust You blow out the candles and knock out the lights Of celebrations and occasions now shattered like glass Blackness descending through this never blinking eye As those moments and time perpetually relive yet resist The blood still refusing to flow freely through my veins As i sit and wait for this evening coffee to run cold That i may embrace the sanctuary of night once more For I was one that could never dream in the dark No more than one who could ever make amends Between those two trapezes that signaled our end

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Mar 7, 2017

Mar 7, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC

david-noonan

Between Trapezes

One fleeting chance to catch you between trapezes Yet my head was bowed, my thoughts immersed In another dream of another life that i longed to live A moments lapse careers you to that downward spiral Through all those safety nets, all those webs we wove Once so secure borne from our labour, love and toil Exposed now like a promise of night through a civil dawn As you fall through each of my declarations of trust You blow out the candles and knock out the lights Of celebrations and occasions now shattered like glass Blackness descending through this never blinking eye As those moments and time perpetually relive yet resist The blood still refusing to flow freely through my veins As i sit and wait for this evening coffee to run cold That i may embrace the sanctuary of night once more For I was one that could never dream in the dark No more than one who could ever make amends Between those two trapezes that signaled our end

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I measured the steps From the back screen door, Past the rock water well And the garden plot, Down the gravel drive. The crush of stones beneath Were the sounds of anticipation. At the end, The road stretched and ribboned, Grey, beneath the harvest sun. I numbered the fence posts Up to the tree with embedded wire, Demarcating the next acre. The telephone poles like guards With cats-of-nine tails, Red-winged blackbirds and wrens Hanging on trapezes, upsidedown, With rigamortis clutches. The few cattle stood cooling in the pond, The chickens pecked the farmyard dung. Each day my steps imperceptibly decreased, Speeding up the monotony of my walk. I missed the sheep shaped clouds, But saw them move Across verdant dales, Following the stream, Like lambs. Today, I look out my kitchen window To see where my son, My disheartened, lonely boy, Counts the steps to Brigden Sideroad, Feeling the gravel Hard beneath his feet.

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Apr 30, 2016

Apr 30, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC

francie-lynch

Brigden Sideroad

I measured the steps From the back screen door, Past the rock water well And the garden plot, Down the gravel drive. The crush of stones beneath Were the sounds of anticipation. At the end, The road stretched and ribboned, Grey, beneath the harvest sun. I numbered the fence posts Up to the tree with embedded wire, Demarcating the next acre. The telephone poles like guards With cats-of-nine tails, Red-winged blackbirds and wrens Hanging on trapezes, upsidedown, With rigamortis clutches. The few cattle stood cooling in the pond, The chickens pecked the farmyard dung. Each day my steps imperceptibly decreased, Speeding up the monotony of my walk. I missed the sheep shaped clouds, But saw them move Across verdant dales, Following the stream, Like lambs. Today, I look out my kitchen window To see where my son, My disheartened, lonely boy, Counts the steps to Brigden Sideroad, Feeling the gravel Hard beneath his feet.

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Mature in her youth. Young in her maturity. Oh, to be sixteen. Growing old too fast. But growing up too slowly. Today: infinite. Tip-toeing the line Leaping 'tween the trapezes. Balancing it all. Aged so sweetly, loved So deeply; she is a bud Blooming in winter. She is a princess. High heels, a little black dress. Face lit up with hope. Bid old days so long. She will dance alone no more. We all go with her. We all grow with her.

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Jan 6, 2013

Jan 6, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC

danielle-vanness

For Carin

Mature in her youth. Young in her maturity. Oh, to be sixteen. Growing old too fast. But growing up too slowly. Today: infinite. Tip-toeing the line Leaping 'tween the trapezes. Balancing it all. Aged so sweetly, loved So deeply; she is a bud Blooming in winter. She is a princess. High heels, a little black dress. Face lit up with hope. Bid old days so long. She will dance alone no more. We all go with her. We all grow with her.

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Sometimes i wonder What is this circus Who are the players What are the rules How How do i become a part of it in the day And if i ever get detached in the night when the joker stops smiling and goes back home Sometimes i wonder What is real and what is the facade What am i and what trapezes they want me to pull from Watching silently As my instincts fade in between In between the lights on and the lights off Sometimes i wonder What my heart thinks What is taught in the circus And the gap that traverses within And then i wonder Why Why and how is that gap so huge So huge that i cant find the ends of it On searching all the recesses This empty huge gap Between what my heart thinks and what is taught in the circus!

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Nov 25, 2019

Nov 25, 2019 at 3:17 PM UTC

Moon_quest

What is taught in the circus?

Sometimes i wonder What is this circus Who are the players What are the rules How How do i become a part of it in the day And if i ever get detached in the night when the joker stops smiling and goes back home Sometimes i wonder What is real and what is the facade What am i and what trapezes they want me to pull from Watching silently As my instincts fade in between In between the lights on and the lights off Sometimes i wonder What my heart thinks What is taught in the circus And the gap that traverses within And then i wonder Why Why and how is that gap so huge So huge that i cant find the ends of it On searching all the recesses This empty huge gap Between what my heart thinks and what is taught in the circus!

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as Alice poured her tears into an ocean I pour myself into him I surround myself in his arms for he is a ghost, a specter, absent of the living whispering in my head but the blisters on my feet from dancing with him in my dreams are far too real raw. to the boy who is taller than trees and brighter than the streetlight that shines through this distorted glass making this modern glitch in my room unearthly, unreal, ethereal, untouchable a virus of humanity, running in real time I put my juice boxes into briefcases and hope he notices the hemlines get shorter the nights get longer he passes me in the hallway and I watch him go I sit 130 feet in the air a carnival, a ferris wheel pas de cheval my mind trapezes to him I grow weary of jumping through hoops Is he afraid of heights? am I afraid of falling?

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Mar 23, 2016

Mar 23, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC

wallis-m

to sit in a silence more solemn than death.

as Alice poured her tears into an ocean I pour myself into him I surround myself in his arms for he is a ghost, a specter, absent of the living whispering in my head but the blisters on my feet from dancing with him in my dreams are far too real raw. to the boy who is taller than trees and brighter than the streetlight that shines through this distorted glass making this modern glitch in my room unearthly, unreal, ethereal, untouchable a virus of humanity, running in real time I put my juice boxes into briefcases and hope he notices the hemlines get shorter the nights get longer he passes me in the hallway and I watch him go I sit 130 feet in the air a carnival, a ferris wheel pas de cheval my mind trapezes to him I grow weary of jumping through hoops Is he afraid of heights? am I afraid of falling?

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Sorrow sweeps And sorrow swoons Sorrow decays the summer blooms, Love corrupts Love purrifies Love lights up Until you die Sorrow strikes Swing trapezes high, Sorrow croons Tears pierce the eye, Love rots slowly, Like a corpse, Love takes no prisoners, Love shows no remorse.

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Jan 19, 2013

Jan 19, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC

andrew-p-marheine

Love And Sorrow.

Sorrow sweeps And sorrow swoons Sorrow decays the summer blooms, Love corrupts Love purrifies Love lights up Until you die Sorrow strikes Swing trapezes high, Sorrow croons Tears pierce the eye, Love rots slowly, Like a corpse, Love takes no prisoners, Love shows no remorse.

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