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"untwines" poems
breathless lingers untwines this tangle
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
breathless
as i travel across strange plains along bumpy roads bouncing on my seat as i look past my window focused through the maze of branches ... through tiny keyholes to paradise searching for creature iv only seen through glass walls even with reflex i cant control the accidental blink of an eye could rob me of treasures i cold carry till i die yet again luck fails me yet again iv tried then again i wont be gone yet gone for long again i will be back with sparkling hope to search through the maze again those tiny gateways to paradise where creatures beyond those walls dwell in blinded bliss happy as they are till an other traveler same thought as mine sees past the ordinary into that world that untwines
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Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 6:06 PM UTC
safari
But now things seem to be hanging on a thread, a thread that slowly untwines, slowly slips from its bonds. I am not sure how to take this. To be happy that my hands will soon be unbound or be concern that it’s happening all too quickly. And it seems as if this thread can’t be prevented from losing its grip amongst the others. I am helpless but then again, isn’t that a good thing?
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC
The Thread
Ease into the notion As easy as a simple sigh Soft as a three year old's why Condensation           so condesending Four finger high ease on by , bye bye Sweet whiskey sky Pinks and stays Even the frays slip away into the ghost A sip in time untwines the lies as the woods ignite in fireflies Ooooooh , as the misery soothes my brain and banishes my pain Now the afternoon warmth goes running after the sun My glorious moment chills in the black velvet much like a Black Russian drives me insane in jealousy numbingly . . . cold .
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Mar 3, 2022
Mar 3, 2022 at 9:38 PM UTC
Hello lazy whiskey sky
No matter how hard I try, The knot never untwines. All I want is the release, I envy those that can. My heart is a valve, Tightly shut and un-opening. Pain goes in, tears should come out. Each day it comes undone. I feel like the chaos is coming. To lose control is to be vulnerable. I'm scared of feeling, the world is my worse nightmare.
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Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 1:55 AM UTC
The Rain that Never Falls