#poets on poetry
Wether it’s the hope of love
The grief of love
The lesson of love
Or the regret of love
Once you have loved
It always remains
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You said you wanted all of me
So here I am
Darkness
Melancholy
Rage
Why are you walking away?
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You know what you’ve done
But to say it out loud
Is too brutal a reality
It would be suicide by honesty
And you are such a coward
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When I look back at my life
I only recognize it for a moment
And then it’s gone
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Poetry is my lover
She always let’s me in
To cry
To listen
To confess all my sins
She found me voiceless
Wishing my tears were diamonds
So that I could buy back some time
Her poems come out of my heart
My eyes
My mind
She is so soft
And she never leaves
Thank you
My sweet lover
Poetry
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The day will still come
No matter how hard you close your eyes
The night will kiss the day goodbye
Painting colors in the sky
Welcome the darkness
Embrace the light
Don’t fight against the up’s and down’s of life
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If forever is a place
I hope I go there with you
But I know that heaven will sigh
When you arrive with tears in your eyes
Wishing you could face the fire
Just to bring me too
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The truth is
I am ordinary
This realization is equally painful
As it is liberating
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My whims are nothing more
Than passing fancies
My thoughts no more than a sprout
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My dreams are nothing more
Than strange realities
My melancholy no more than an out.
-s.r.f (if we were poets)
“no longer swimming in water that shallows my depth. no longer assuming responsibility of calming waves that i never started. no longer diving deep to reach anyone who’d rather see me drown than see me reach myself. no longer tending to what’s convenient, but only what’s for me.”
— iambrillyant
Let us run away to a castle hidden by time.
Where loving the night as much as the day is our only crime.
Oh, the stories those ivy covered walls could tell.
Let the binding of our hearts be cast upon the bricks by spell.
{mine}
Let me choke on the dirt and hope tomorrow will be simpler.
Let me choke on the dirt of today and hope tomorrow’s will be less bitter.
The rain is pitter pattering off my roof. How stupid was I to stop writing about it. To stop telling you about it. It’s so calming.
Let me choke on the dirt and hope tomorrow will be simpler.
Our jumper sleeves tangle and the colours clash. Smiling softly into your hair as your head rests upon my chest.
We whittle on, discussing how life has changed for us both. How our futures will look in comparison to our dreamt up futures as younger teenagers. You’ll ask me how my mother is and I’ll return the question.
I’ll mention how I’ll write about this moment and you’ll mention how you’ll forget. We laugh at the truth, I promise to make you remember next time we see each other.
Knowing each other since you were young, changing but never really. I’ll still make you laugh at stupid things and you’ll tickle me when I’m sarcastic.
That night, walking back with bottles of wine in a carrier bag. We joke about the cashier who flirted with me. We’ll run across empty roads. You ask me to play specific songs in the kitchen that you love but can’t remember the title of.
Does this help you remember?
…And I looked up at the sky and there they were,
a million stars looking down at me,
watching my every footprint in the mud.
I used to hope they would pull me out if my feet sunk deep enough into the dirt
Instead they guided me the right way
so I could trudge out
and have my feet back above the ground.
Annotating poems whilst the golden sunset pours through my windows. I am at peace.
{my image}
I didn’t listen to your song. I didn’t read your story. Your face won’t be remembered but it might haunt my dreams.
You’ll be a lost footprint in virgin snow.
You’ll be a missing chord in a Ballard.
You’ll just be a person I never bothered to see.
The moon seems fuller when viewed through the lenses of teary eyes.
The stars seem brighter when seen against the dark of our black world.
I’m alive.
And isn’t that the most wonderful thing?
How far off the world’s edge would I have to fall before I could scream without anyone hearing?
How deep into the ocean depths would I have to swim? How far into the forests would I have to run? Just to get some peace and quiet. Just to be loud without anyone hearing.
All I want is a house with big windows. To bathe in my dreams in the lazy afternoon sunlight. Oh the stories I could write and the plans I could make sat by those breezy bay windows. Leaving bread to cool by them and rushing to open them after a storm to breathe in the air. Cats dozing by them in the sun and wrapping ourselves up in blankets during the winter. Books piled high and plants in mismatched pots.
Oh, all I’m asking for is a house with big windows.
Oh those spring afternoons filled with bird song and laughter, drunk on the afternoon sun and clear breezes.
Would anybody be interested in book reviews or book recommendations after I finish reading them?
I’ve gotten back into reading an awful lot now and thought I could start a book club or book reviews tag on my blog for people to find easily. Plus I’ve just been given a week off work so I have a lot of reading time on my hands!
Let me know if that’s something you guys would be interested in seeing here!!
Hope the start of your week has been wonderful!
- Finn <3
