Wence poems on Hello Poetry

L T Winter Feb 2016

She'd been dressing-empty-tears
-Again.
And the chalice we
Shared as friends,

Now Shivers as
She eats bramble dishes
I express to noone forlorn
Memories applauding to echoes
Collapsing--

'Empty everlasting rooms.'

She's weeping upon her pillows
While the wardrobe creeps outside
To visit meadows; trees
From wence it came.

I'm digit-ally connected to nothing
Except my duvet whose keeper of secrets
And my phone which never rings-

Except to greet the winds, as all things wither without--

To dust.

Shamai Dec 2021

Merry Xmas

Tis the season and the time
To know from wence we came
And where in fact we’re headed to
As we play this crazy life game

We’re born into a story of woe
Of difficulties and strife
We move forward to an understanding
Of our authentic right to life

Our freedom to be our true, real self
To move with love and courage
We sometimes see the difficulties
And tend to be discouraged

So take to heart this message
Of joy, love, truth, and peace
Of knowing of who we truly are
And self love to increase

As children of God we have a place
A role which we shall play
A puzzle piece on the scheme of life
A place from which to pray

That all of life find balance and love
That all men shall be free
To live with all abundance
So our true selves we can be

PERTINAX Jul 10

The Shape of Our Gravity

For you were alone amongst the stars
Privy to all that unknowable knowledge
That stretches beyond the galaxies edge
To the very boundaries of the universe itself
Tucked and folded between the hidden masses
That bends our love within the relative fabric
Wence space and time, travel and warp
Slowing our motion to a sensual binary waltz
With an ever decaying orbit
Until finally you fall into my black heart
And together we rebuild the world
In the shape of our gravity

#love #romance #physics #space #blackhole #gravity

chelle skeen Oct 2013

Such x

Was a time wence once I wondered
Now even more as I look
Around and see all that
Needs wondering about
Everyday a new thing
Such is the way
Of progress

PERTINAX Mar 2017

The Triviality of Progressions

It is trivial to question matters
Of the big and small
For within geometric progression
We find that every size has an origin
Or starting point from wence it grows
Like the spinning fractal that fractures
And divides itself into slightly altered
Versions of its original self
Yet somehow still maintaining the intricacy
That would make Pythagoras blush
As he contemplates the diagonals
That separates the stars on the grandest scales
Whereas each individual twinkle
Seemingly comprises the same amount of space
To the eye untrained to experience
A universe larger than the mind can comprehend
No,
These ruminations are trivial
Because at the heart of every idea
Lay the very precept upon which life itself is founded
Where the import of every single inquiry
Will always be
The question itself
Not just its complexity

Derrick Mar 2020

The howler

Wearaly walking through my mind full of dread. I feel the monster stalking. Always howling and never talking. Eyes glowing mouth full of teeth eerily red. From wence it came the earth is red and fire hot from souls fed. Through darkness and smoke I can feel.my heart choke and chains in my head. Share a tear a smile and hope from above and know what is is what was. When In Woods deep full of fear and weak your mind may not speak for fear of what it may hear. Tricked by a monster you yourself fostered. The other half of my twin raised from within. Given flight in the night to stalk and howl again.

— The End —