"unburdens" poems
Unburdens the dusky river
*dreams of flow dead in the bog of hyacinth
harvest burnt in the scorch of aridity
ripples robbed by the silt of dogma
sunbeam denied by the **** of creed*
**I was meant to reach the sea,
now I would never make it.**
I pick the river's shattered pieces
with my own from the wintry dusk.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
You lose a job
the lover you tied your life with drifts elsewhere
the place you grew root seems not home anymore
the days are vacuous and nights a crawler
your head echoes with the deafening groan
I deserve no love, even from me.
Surely it’s the worst portrait you drew of yourself
and an erroneous one.
The job was filling your purse but emptying your purpose
the lover was no fairy but a fair weather friend
the home was only a harbor you anchored before sail.
There’s a world at your doorstep begging your attention
withering without your love.
Pick up and hold them to your breast
see how quickly unburdens your chest
your spirits soar.
From thence you would never cease
to love yourself from the core!
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC
some plants flower at night
blooming
on the pollinators schedule
tonite
moon reflects the sun fully
city unburdens its concrete
of a heat thump
some humans take the night shift
some lovers take the streets
hands publicly crammed down each other
eyes full of moon
Jun 1, 2021
Jun 1, 2021 at 12:03 AM UTC
Unburdens the dusky river
dreams of flow dead in the bog of hyacinth
harvest burnt in the scorch of aridity
ripples robbed by the silt of dogma
sunbeam denied by the **** of creed
I was meant to reach the sea,
now I would never make it.
I pick the river's shattered pieces
with my own from the wintry dusk.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
..and then she kisses,
sets me free
unburdens
takes the weight of me,
whispers in my ear,
'there,there dear,
don't get upset,
we've only just started
and not there yet,
be patient,
and then she kisses.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 5:38 AM UTC
It's been 7 years
Since you called me
After a year of silence.
You cried your tears on the phone
Drunk and hurt
I still don't know why I listened
Made peace out of my anger
But such is love between friends.
You arose from the flames
Like a raging phoenix
The woman I always knew
You'd one day end up being.
Now the mother of a 3-year-old
The girl who learned
To love herself unconditionally.
You have become the Dragon, the Lion
My personal hero.
The woman I never fully understood
You could become.
But there was a fierce strength in you
As you handed me a small box
Containing two necklaces, two halfs of a heart
And instructed me to give one to my best friend.
I guess my anger must have
Fully healed and made place
For reverance and respect.
I found the box and the necklaces
And as I sat there wondering
Why I never gave you the other half
I receive my answer in the form of humility
I should have believed in you
It's been 7 years...
You see I was not punishing you
I was punishing myself.
I take a deep breath that unburdens me
Tell you the things I never spoke out
To anyone else before
Let your gentle heart heal me
I let you make me better again
Like only you could.
So we start over
At the end of a bad year
I hold the box before you
"Do you remember this?"
Your eyes were blank
So I opened it
And handed you the other half
"It always belonged to you anyway;
You are the Raging Phoenix
Unhindered by the tallest flames
And I see you now"
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 5:06 PM UTC
Amongst the crowd, I see her captivating the attention of many,
At first I am amused by her zeal, I see her dance away to her heart,
Beauty to her tune, she lends light to myriad candles on the way.
She continues to flutter, but to no one does she belong to,
I beam at her tenderness with a will to blend in, to engulf her charisma.
Hearts of many she steals, leaving a question to the source of her radiance,
Enchanted in her lilt I ask, to which she unburdens an aching core.
Dazed I seek, how can you spark wonder when you are the owner of a bleeding past?
I carry her response day and night, for what she said was one’s desire.
If not for the pain, then how does one feel another’s withered wings?
The power of healing, I now realize, is the taste to dance without chains.
She departs leaving a print in mind’s eye with a final glow she says,
Nurture the inside burn, for that is the key to your bliss,
Bestow ecstasy to the neighbouring, get drunk in your freedom.
Waltz away to life’s symphony, Breathe Free.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 10:53 AM UTC
Unhappy smiles, you wear that I'm deceived
Remember tho' your hearted grins before
When summer days did match that I received.
Forget? Think not, your early teeth that wore
Unveiling full from once your lively lips.
Your muscles tensed of late, with speech as less
And when recite, you read from ready tips
You wrote when love had none to give you stress.
So I shall leave you to this sadly tune
But when your pain can sing, let ring my ear
And know; that song of grief, i'm not immune
Let yours atone with mine, that cupids hear.
Tho' tried, your veil can't hide that love, depressed
When out unburdens those, I'll gift you rest.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 9:55 AM UTC
a creeping chill throws me cold: the
skies have turn SEPIA AND i completely
utterly melt into each word
birth'd -- this elegie betrays the poet;
a confession unburdens the Spirit -- you
are reading about the me of 'i' have always loved you |mia /i shall meet you again to-now within the theater of my Soul sure, sometimes
i have concern for the world as it continues to devour my Feelings and sensibilities.
when can i love you again?
:: 03.24.2020 ::
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC
when my eyelids close
you flit away
again today
when the sky darkens
the devil unburdens
giving all his sorrow to me behind the curtains
when the night is deep
the angels sleep
and with their consciousness goes the secrets they keep
when it begins to rain
it marks the return of the pain
eating away at my brain
when you hear the start of the etude
on comes the solitude
and you find it awfully rude
and when i'm done writing this poem
the colors will fade away
all of the hope sinking into the gray
for when it's typed and i can lock the box and put it away
i will have to return to a day of dismay
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 9:26 PM UTC