"unattentive" poems - Hello Poetry

The sea fades into a well blended orange sun. the deepest blue stretching its fingers grabbing the horizon line. ripples in the waves of color they crash into stars. the explosion peaks behind the darkest of clouds. the sea is drowning the colors of love and turning them muddy. the ocean is wrapped in brilliance laughing at the unattentive ones. the sun dissapears. its warmth gone Texas is now the spring of bluebonnets and sweet air. the handprint of faith stretches across the sky i believe to be my open sea.

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Sep 9, 2012

Sep 9, 2012 at 1:45 PM UTC

samber-saenz

san antonio sunset

The sea fades into a well blended orange sun. the deepest blue stretching its fingers grabbing the horizon line. ripples in the waves of color they crash into stars. the explosion peaks behind the darkest of clouds. the sea is drowning the colors of love and turning them muddy. the ocean is wrapped in brilliance laughing at the unattentive ones. the sun dissapears. its warmth gone Texas is now the spring of bluebonnets and sweet air. the handprint of faith stretches across the sky i believe to be my open sea.

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behold your mother bent over with age, who washes still your clothes over the tub, and he whose joints now more frequent he rubs, behold your father as your mirror gauge, for what he is, that also you will be, and how he leaves, you likewise will, so see her old curved spine slight twisted won't deter, the mighty worker from her daily chore, of caring for the child-like man she bore, for love, her duties she will not defer, for still she will admonish what is right, until she leaves your unattentive sight, the once invincible and wise father, now frail with muscles atrophied and weak, persists beyond your stubborness to speak, whose sage advice, to heed you will not bother, oh dear, with aging horns yet still a fawn, at whose feet will you sit when he is gone? remember well your parents while they are, while wrinkled trembling arms may still embrace, to whisper in the ear and kiss your face, before their mouths and ears will be too far, for one day you will find yourself alone, until your aging flesh departs from bone (C)2012, Christos Rigakos

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Apr 5, 2012

Apr 5, 2012 at 7:46 PM UTC

christos-rigakos

Behold Your Parents

behold your mother bent over with age, who washes still your clothes over the tub, and he whose joints now more frequent he rubs, behold your father as your mirror gauge, for what he is, that also you will be, and how he leaves, you likewise will, so see her old curved spine slight twisted won't deter, the mighty worker from her daily chore, of caring for the child-like man she bore, for love, her duties she will not defer, for still she will admonish what is right, until she leaves your unattentive sight, the once invincible and wise father, now frail with muscles atrophied and weak, persists beyond your stubborness to speak, whose sage advice, to heed you will not bother, oh dear, with aging horns yet still a fawn, at whose feet will you sit when he is gone? remember well your parents while they are, while wrinkled trembling arms may still embrace, to whisper in the ear and kiss your face, before their mouths and ears will be too far, for one day you will find yourself alone, until your aging flesh departs from bone (C)2012, Christos Rigakos

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Days pass by Unattentive and dry Every night, A cry for help Lost my faith, Drifted away Every day, Dread becomes clear I can’t write Can’t keep a diary of sorrows Fill the pages with my tears Materializing my fears

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Aug 7, 2019

Aug 7, 2019 at 3:20 AM UTC

dvves

Why I dont keep a journal anymore.

Days pass by Unattentive and dry Every night, A cry for help Lost my faith, Drifted away Every day, Dread becomes clear I can’t write Can’t keep a diary of sorrows Fill the pages with my tears Materializing my fears

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its difficult to hear you through the din i kinda hear you wanting to be near you but the air is too thin and the noise is too loud and i too be impossibly proud Unattentive to your warning signs And impervious to my own another glass of wine and i'll be just fine.

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Mar 23, 2019

Mar 23, 2019 at 1:33 PM UTC

birdsong

Ca sera

its difficult to hear you through the din i kinda hear you wanting to be near you but the air is too thin and the noise is too loud and i too be impossibly proud Unattentive to your warning signs And impervious to my own another glass of wine and i'll be just fine.

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