Submissions by Fiftysevenhours
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm growing..
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Apr 2024 11:37pm
13th Apr 2024 11:37pm
Today
Today,
Was about fruition,
The planting of a seed.
The framing of a picture,
Of picture of moment.
A moment,
Amongst a sea of moments.
The turning point,
A starting point,
A step,
Amongst the tide of steps.
An acknowledgement of,
Potential futures,
Of all the futures and their potentials.
Before today,
It was just another day on a board.
And now today stands,
As every other stands,
A memory added to the hoard.
Richer for it's planting,
Brighter for its lighting,
And better,
For what...
Was about fruition,
The planting of a seed.
The framing of a picture,
Of picture of moment.
A moment,
Amongst a sea of moments.
The turning point,
A starting point,
A step,
Amongst the tide of steps.
An acknowledgement of,
Potential futures,
Of all the futures and their potentials.
Before today,
It was just another day on a board.
And now today stands,
As every other stands,
A memory added to the hoard.
Richer for it's planting,
Brighter for its lighting,
And better,
For what...
#strength
#hope
#learning
#PersonalGrowth
#NaPoWriMo2024
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2024 7:43pm
2nd Apr 2024 7:43pm
Journal entry one on what is wilderness to me.
A point, a threshold,
A convergence.
A waiting horizon’s line.
Where the supposed inhospitable,
And that, uncultivated,
Reign.
Where the presence and place,
Merge,
In a throng of unspoilt rain.
And the earth,
Waits to grow through,
To be found as one.
The soil and the mind,
Nature and our nature,
Entwined.
Conversing,
In narrow veins of rabbits runs,
And the shattered climbs,
Of goat marked trails.
It is a place,
And, it is a sense,
For the most part,
Lost.
A convergence.
A waiting horizon’s line.
Where the supposed inhospitable,
And that, uncultivated,
Reign.
Where the presence and place,
Merge,
In a throng of unspoilt rain.
And the earth,
Waits to grow through,
To be found as one.
The soil and the mind,
Nature and our nature,
Entwined.
Conversing,
In narrow veins of rabbits runs,
And the shattered climbs,
Of goat marked trails.
It is a place,
And, it is a sense,
For the most part,
Lost.
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2024
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2024 7:38pm
2nd Apr 2024 7:38pm
Let them fall
There are no boundaries within your world
No line, No divide,
Between you and nature's home.
But that thought in mind,
Brought by time and it's control
Let it fall,
And be but a step,
However many steps it be.
Let them fall,
And be,
Let them be.
For all their disparity,
Their toil is light and strength,
Their toil,
Is the stuff of soil.
And from it grows,
What nature means,
When nature's left to be.
No line, No divide,
Between you and nature's home.
But that thought in mind,
Brought by time and it's control
Let it fall,
And be but a step,
However many steps it be.
Let them fall,
And be,
Let them be.
For all their disparity,
Their toil is light and strength,
Their toil,
Is the stuff of soil.
And from it grows,
What nature means,
When nature's left to be.
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2024
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Mar 2023 6:47pm
20th Mar 2023 6:47pm
We can stand and build
If we keep but one truth in focus,
Whatever the contrast,
Whatever the pain or love in living life.
Being alive will find a way to be,
And words, however free, will flow,
They will flood the span between the voids.
Be an ocean between the grains of sand,
And here, between our fingers,
Is a place where you're always home.
In our hands is land,
Is a ground, a world on which,
We can stand and build.
Whatever the contrast,
Whatever the pain or love in living life.
Being alive will find a way to be,
And words, however free, will flow,
They will flood the span between the voids.
Be an ocean between the grains of sand,
And here, between our fingers,
Is a place where you're always home.
In our hands is land,
Is a ground, a world on which,
We can stand and build.
#NaPoWriMo2023
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Feb 2023 10:00am
6th Feb 2023 10:00am
Secret places
There is a tint of fire,
A red threaded flame imbued light.
It's sight,
Framing the mists and their mountain's spire.
Rises from the west upon this place.
These,
Heartfelt slopes and rock strewn climbs.
How the light defines the depths beneath.
Touching those,
Hard to reach,
Enduring,
Secret places.
Whose holds are,
The source,
From which life springs.
Of which,
Those first dawn chorus birds sing.
There is no missing,
The beauty that light shines within.
A red threaded flame imbued light.
It's sight,
Framing the mists and their mountain's spire.
Rises from the west upon this place.
These,
Heartfelt slopes and rock strewn climbs.
How the light defines the depths beneath.
Touching those,
Hard to reach,
Enduring,
Secret places.
Whose holds are,
The source,
From which life springs.
Of which,
Those first dawn chorus birds sing.
There is no missing,
The beauty that light shines within.
#secrets
#nature
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Feb 2023 10:38am
4th Feb 2023 10:38am
The falling of life's leaves
It is,
A walk through the glacial strength of the deepest greys,
And the scattered breath of pure sunlight.
The endless touch of rain,
Falling ceaseless and on fire.
The circled rise and fall,
The plaintive,
Buzzards,
Call.
It is what is left upon breeze
And what remains,
From the falling of life's leaves.
It is,
What is,
And something common amongst the breath,
Of those,
Remaining.
A passing right to life and it's living.
Those days,
Are but days amongst the many
If we're lucky.
Singular...
A walk through the glacial strength of the deepest greys,
And the scattered breath of pure sunlight.
The endless touch of rain,
Falling ceaseless and on fire.
The circled rise and fall,
The plaintive,
Buzzards,
Call.
It is what is left upon breeze
And what remains,
From the falling of life's leaves.
It is,
What is,
And something common amongst the breath,
Of those,
Remaining.
A passing right to life and it's living.
Those days,
Are but days amongst the many
If we're lucky.
Singular...
#death
#memories
#LifeCycle
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jan 2023 11:16am
27th Jan 2023 11:16am
This is your life
When such days begin as this,
The mind flits to the night I slept and wonders,
What did I miss?
Alas,
Dreaming is where such stirring starts,
And waking,
Is the chance to act.
That life holds such splendor,
Such wonder,
As when the sun does rise.
It wakes,
As does the thought which stirs us on,
To travel deeper.
Into this endless song.
Look on in wonder,
At how far you've climbed,
At how far you've come,
And take heart,
That living life is art.
And life,
Life is a canvas you can't live over. ...
The mind flits to the night I slept and wonders,
What did I miss?
Alas,
Dreaming is where such stirring starts,
And waking,
Is the chance to act.
That life holds such splendor,
Such wonder,
As when the sun does rise.
It wakes,
As does the thought which stirs us on,
To travel deeper.
Into this endless song.
Look on in wonder,
At how far you've climbed,
At how far you've come,
And take heart,
That living life is art.
And life,
Life is a canvas you can't live over. ...
#courage
#identity
#inspirational
#nature
#travel
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Jan 2023 9:59pm
18th Jan 2023 9:59pm
Aside
There is a side,
To life.
A side from which, I tend to shy.
I love the dark,
So meaning doesn't fit.
From the dark,
I find light.
Find,
A way to fight.
But that side,
That side,
That's held in sorrow and in pain.
Has few words,
And fewer yet,
To say.
To life.
A side from which, I tend to shy.
I love the dark,
So meaning doesn't fit.
From the dark,
I find light.
Find,
A way to fight.
But that side,
That side,
That's held in sorrow and in pain.
Has few words,
And fewer yet,
To say.
#sadness
#grief
#hurt
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jan 2023 11:02pm
17th Jan 2023 11:02pm
Alone
Alone,
All I find is the tree.
It's bowl, it's branch,
It's,
regeneration.
The energy at its root,
Rising in a steady flow of fire.
Amassing in vast,
Liberating endurance.
And then,
And then,
Awoken,
So fully,
So truly.
It stands, recalled,
It stands replete.
This lone tree,
Is, the forest spanning past,
Set, in present site.
This lone tree,
stands here complete.
All one,
With careful meaning and action,
Found.
The ground,
Touched with gentle elation,
Whispers, ...
All I find is the tree.
It's bowl, it's branch,
It's,
regeneration.
The energy at its root,
Rising in a steady flow of fire.
Amassing in vast,
Liberating endurance.
And then,
And then,
Awoken,
So fully,
So truly.
It stands, recalled,
It stands replete.
This lone tree,
Is, the forest spanning past,
Set, in present site.
This lone tree,
stands here complete.
All one,
With careful meaning and action,
Found.
The ground,
Touched with gentle elation,
Whispers, ...
#nature
#SelfReflection
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jan 2023 7:39am
12th Jan 2023 7:39am
Of love.
I have walked and walked and walked,
Re-walked, retraced and endlessly paced.
Your place, your hold,
Your touch.
Watching, looking and observing you..
That you,
In all your scores can be,
Beautiful.
Yet painly painfully present,
As grief,
Remaining and remains.
And yet,
For all each year returns,
Each season,
Each,
Cycle.
I see you in all,
In every imaginable way.
The affirming movement of the stars,
The swift,
Flitting passage of clouds
The rebirth of leaves,
The shift of grass...
Re-walked, retraced and endlessly paced.
Your place, your hold,
Your touch.
Watching, looking and observing you..
That you,
In all your scores can be,
Beautiful.
Yet painly painfully present,
As grief,
Remaining and remains.
And yet,
For all each year returns,
Each season,
Each,
Cycle.
I see you in all,
In every imaginable way.
The affirming movement of the stars,
The swift,
Flitting passage of clouds
The rebirth of leaves,
The shift of grass...
#love
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2023 8:23am
10th Jan 2023 8:23am
It's always worth it.
How easy would it have been,
To remain embracing weak.
To turn away and embody meek,
To simply stay and say;
"Tomorrow is another day."
Would I have then,
Seen this nights scenes,
The moonlight sheen shiver on the rivers back,
Or have touched the gentled rain?
Would I have then,
Seen the stars emerge between the dealth of clouds,
Or the flitting moonbow arc upon the night behind?
Would I have then,
Found rest as I now do?
Back in warmth with the touch of night still fresh,
Back in warmth,
With the touch of night, ...
To remain embracing weak.
To turn away and embody meek,
To simply stay and say;
"Tomorrow is another day."
Would I have then,
Seen this nights scenes,
The moonlight sheen shiver on the rivers back,
Or have touched the gentled rain?
Would I have then,
Seen the stars emerge between the dealth of clouds,
Or the flitting moonbow arc upon the night behind?
Would I have then,
Found rest as I now do?
Back in warmth with the touch of night still fresh,
Back in warmth,
With the touch of night, ...
#nature
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jan 2023 8:34pm
9th Jan 2023 8:34pm
Peer pressure (?)
I hear the wind call through the cracks and the chinks it knows so well.
Feel the tear as it lunges and pulls,
Tugging on the shelter of this motionless dwelling.
Yelling and banging and stirring,
Disturbing my resistance of weariness and resting.
The wind's call is rebelling
And it's pressure,
(Could it really be perceived as a peer?)
With or without me it's there,
And I am hear, hearing,
Its incessant geer.
And the worst I can give,
Falls on deaf ears.
If I weren't,
If I wasn't,
If,
Is the only excuse I can...
Feel the tear as it lunges and pulls,
Tugging on the shelter of this motionless dwelling.
Yelling and banging and stirring,
Disturbing my resistance of weariness and resting.
The wind's call is rebelling
And it's pressure,
(Could it really be perceived as a peer?)
With or without me it's there,
And I am hear, hearing,
Its incessant geer.
And the worst I can give,
Falls on deaf ears.
If I weren't,
If I wasn't,
If,
Is the only excuse I can...
#ignorance
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