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Mar 2018 · 3.9k
Holding Hands
Luke Mar 2018
I didn't know anything
you so suddenly left
never even getting
another chance to speak

I wanted to hear your laugh
but instead I sit and cry
wishing I could see you
waiting for the emptiness
to just go away

Like a leaf blowing
no one hears its cry
it is just a simple
lackluster leaf

Holding hands
now that's a feeling
it is warm and always new
the sensation and memory

It remains the same
yet the feeling changes
the swirling, warm feeling
it never feels out of place

I remember little
but have some vivid
very long lasting memories
you were so nice

Summer breezes and fireflies
whistling and watching
stars appear in our eyes
as we gaze into the campfire

I remember the taste of mint
the laughs and gelatin snacks
movies with each other
and especially, holding hands.
This is for my uncle David. He might've not been with me long, but I remember him fondly and hope he finds his way into the sky. Fly high man, fly far.
Mar 2018 · 180
Concrete Father
Luke Mar 2018
Sits there,
standing with battle wounds,
none may see,
many may.

I don't know,
what to say,
I just feel,
feel what's in my heart.

People look onward,
never looking back,
not even the slightest,
smallest glance.

Painted white,
the outer layer,
so fragile,
so careless.

Red stains their eyes,
a hole in their chest,
beaten lips,
broken soul.

Do I revive,
leave or stay,
what choice do I have,
take mercy or crush?

Once was brown,
a light hearted man,
took pity on those he met,
cried so many nights.

He tried to stay,
he hated to leave,
sickness tore at him,
from every angle.

No escape,
no relief,
yet he lived,
he tried.

His bloodshot eyes,
that ***** uneven cut,
the money he made,
the hearts he shattered.

Rage took out love,
love died in a single room,
I watched,
I listened.

His story goes untold,
his view goes unnoticed,
not one word he said,
no, it didn't matter.

I saw him stand tall,
the scars on his chest,
fresh from the knives,
the words many said.

They told of giving up,
giving up life,
his family,
his job.

He was a king to the "bad",
a peasant to the "good",
and all the while,
he was my father.
This goes out to my father who had died and never been noticed.
Mar 2018 · 322
Hard To Say
Luke Mar 2018
A siren's song,
no one had heard,
too easily mistaken,
for the remedy to our wounds.

A boy lost,
his life only a day,
before I realized,
why stay here?

This life can be broken,
shattered easily with touch,
but I remember now,
why it is so beautiful.

I have many companions,
a woman who loves,
for me and my life,
I have friends.

I would miss the snow,
as it falls in lacey grace,
covering the Earth,
in blankets so heavy.

Some words are hard,
to spit or roll off my tongue,
but that is why I push,
press through life.

The universe serves,
only who stay true,
and who stay calm,
collected in their thoughts.

Clouds don't scream,
only cry through the rain,
but always live to see,
the next day.

A crow's caw,
doesn't pierce the air,
unless someone is willing,
to hear it themself.

And a man can only love,
if they open their eyes,
face the battle,
and step forward.

My observations serve,
only as a reminder,
hard to say,
whether judgement will serve.

Hard to say,
goodbye and even sometimes,
I love you,
but it will get better.

Reach forth and take my hand,
let's walk through the fire,
close our eyes,
and leap.
This is also on my account Anonymous666 on AllPoetry.com
This is a bittersweet poem on how I view life.
Mar 2018 · 333
Wolf Cry
Luke Mar 2018
Black coat and silver eyes,
what dances within,
you know but keep quiet,
your coat dances on wind.

Paws so silent,
no tracks left behind,
are you a ghost,
why must you hide?

The answer became clear,
upon the twilight,
you raised your head,
pulled back.

Releasing your jaw,
shoulders relaxed,
you let out a cry,
no reply came or followed.

The sound was mournful,
could it be that,
you are alone here,
in this world we call home?

Crackling twigs underfoot,
burrs caught in your coat,
fire and pain in your eyes,
what do you hide?

You want to fit in,
you seek only companionship,
but always you leave,
never have you stayed.

In the dead of night,
once again,
I hear you cry.

— The End —