My Poetry Blog: A Mix of Genres and Poetry Styles
The earliest dawn,
But,
A chainsaw through my head.
Roaring beast with hearts for eyes,
To antagonize would mean death of civility.
Listening,
Watching,
Without a minute of rest.
Awakened for an era,
Seemingly ending,
Upon inevitable exhaustion.
Time Taken: 7 minutes
Initial intent of a lack of comfort,
Transforming into a passion shared.
Igniting conversation,
Breaking presumed silence.
An unhealthy exploration,
As a foreign indulgence is sought out.
The loosening of self,
Giving way to an unexpected enhancement of an existing happiness.
Thankfulness,
Hope,
And the beauty of the stars,
Are all that remain.
Time Taken: 10 minutes
Old and frail with age,
But a living light in her eye.
An amazing awareness in a forgetful mind,
Of a life well lived.
Though it’s hard to walk,
Though it’s hard to remember,
She takes every day as it comes,
Until there are no more.
Time Taken: 3 Minutes
The soft carpet underneath my legs,
As I sit on the floor.
The wind gives the windows the occasional rattle,
As it wants attention too.
This dog,
Full of affection looks at me with hopeful eyes.
My hand moves along her soft fur,
As her eyes begin to close,
And she drifts off to sleep.
This trust,
This contentment.
It’s all I could ever wish for.
The two gold fish in a clear pond,
Swim in an eternal circle,
In an ever so passionate dance.
A lush green forest surrounds the body of water,
And lives off the energy radiating off the gold fish their love.
A brown deer grazes gently on one side of the pond without a worry in the world.
A frog’s croak can be heard above the sound of a placid breeze.
The bright sun shines down into the clearing,
As the trees allow it to touch the life inside.
But,
One day,
The rhythm of one fish,
Is off the beat of their hearts.
The frog’s croak is silenced as the wind rustling through the trees escalates in speed.
The trees grow out their branches,
And there is a slight darkness in the clearing.
The fish cease their dance,
Though one persists.
He swims,
Though he knows that the dance all thought eternal was only mortal.
The life is drained out of the trees,
As the once green leaves,
Full of life,
Turn to dust.
The frog and deer can only look on,
As one gold fish desperately tries to keep swimming.
But it is too late,
As he is alone,
In his pond of desolation.
Time Taken: 24 Minutes
Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com
What to do,
When her words are not “I do”.
Though it is not my love,
The impact of her words shake me to my core.
As there is no other way I know,
To handle this blessing of empathy.
To know that his last name,
Will not be hers.
Though it seemed ever so clear,
The condensation of lost love turns the future an impenetrable opaque.
When love is lost it should no longer be,
But to see this,
To see that it should not be,
A pain never felt personally.
But as I witness his sorrowful display,
I cannot help,
But write this eulogy,
For a love no longer had.
Time Taken: 13 Minutes
Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com
Secondary heartbreak.
As his heart shatters,
Releasing his deepest misery,
As the myriad of emotions washes over those around him.
And I am filled with a portion of his suffering,
But it brings no relief to him.
Seemingly endless stream of tears as his heart was torn apart.
I feel helpless as I see his pain,
An endless strain on his soul,
Threatening to overtake him.
Do I ask a question I know the answer to?
Do I give condolences for her love for him?
Between gold and being given knowledge of what to do,
The former does not compare to the latter its value.
I join the others,
As we form a circle around him.
We attempt to absorb the persistent flow of emotion,
As it covers us,
As we pour our own empathy into him,
As his soul is not an endless source,
And must not dry up.
Time Taken: 12 Minutes
Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com
Don’t you dare.
You say those words,
My heart beats so fast,
It is as if an earthquake of an unimaginae magnitude is occurring in my chest.
It trembles,
As my breathing becomes shallow.
My fingers dance along the screen,
As it is all I can do.
Please answer.
A sign of life,
Anything.
A circle around you,
Tightly knitted.
Made out of all those,
With quaking hearts.
But now there is a wall.
Built up around you.
Because of one with a quaking heart,
As I made a mistake.
I realize,
As I am filled with mortal despair.
Anguish.
Still frantically dancing as the wall stops all.
Then.
A brick,
Removed.
He speaks,
From inside his insolation.
Though he fills the hole in the wall,
A small gap is left.
To show he’s okay.
And,
The circle still stands.
As their hearts beat in unison,
For the man in the wall.
Will catch up on the other poems tomorrow but needed to write this first right now.
The blue sky,
With few pale clouds lingering in its clutches.
Stretching far into the distance,
It holds even the mighty sun.
Then at its end,
On the horizon,
It meets his twin that could not be more different on the inside.
Smaller,
Slightly more blue.
Full of life.
They meet,
And create a tapestry of creation.
Time Taken: 6 Minutes
Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com
Growing up,
With my mother teaching me,
How to shave the hair off my face.
Growing up,
As a boy without a father.
Growing up,
Knowing death from a young age,
As he took what shouldn’t have been taken.
But,
Is that true?
Who decides,
Who lives to the age of a hundred,
Or only one?
It’s life.
It’s death.
Time Taken: 4 minutes
Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com
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