Submissions by Fiftysevenhours
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm growing..
SELF POEM
Published
9th Jan 2023 9:13am
9th Jan 2023 9:13am
Imparted
#strength
#SelfReflection
#gratitude
496 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Jan 2023 11:11pm
4th Jan 2023 11:11pm
Seedling
It's beautiful to watch.
The embryonic leaves of thought,
Trying to cotton on.
To witness their first movements,
Baying beneath the sun.
Those, first sprouting greens of thought,
Clinging to what they've got,
From what,
Brought them forth and front.
To raise their gentle strength of tender brow,
Up above the parapet and on.
From the first free radical,
Anchored in the fertile earth of thought.
To them and their presence,
In this wildness seen,
I know, I'm still, green.
And so, for what will be,
I watch and...
The embryonic leaves of thought,
Trying to cotton on.
To witness their first movements,
Baying beneath the sun.
Those, first sprouting greens of thought,
Clinging to what they've got,
From what,
Brought them forth and front.
To raise their gentle strength of tender brow,
Up above the parapet and on.
From the first free radical,
Anchored in the fertile earth of thought.
To them and their presence,
In this wildness seen,
I know, I'm still, green.
And so, for what will be,
I watch and...
#SelfReflection
237 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2023 10:54pm
2nd Jan 2023 10:54pm
This
As the scenes of snow unfold,
The ice in the wind, like time,
Has no hold.
Flitting in a blink,
The stings gift,
Is the gift of a smile.
An extra layer of warmth,
However cold the journey or far its mile.
Set where clouds are met,
There's a balance linked in light, in dark.
The ambient and the stark.
It's a source of strength,
These mountains and these lands of home.
And on the edge, its brink,
Where better placed to pause and think.
To let the reason be as is,
To be no more than this,
For...
The ice in the wind, like time,
Has no hold.
Flitting in a blink,
The stings gift,
Is the gift of a smile.
An extra layer of warmth,
However cold the journey or far its mile.
Set where clouds are met,
There's a balance linked in light, in dark.
The ambient and the stark.
It's a source of strength,
These mountains and these lands of home.
And on the edge, its brink,
Where better placed to pause and think.
To let the reason be as is,
To be no more than this,
For...
#nature
#SelfReflection
262 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Dec 2022 10:28am
31st Dec 2022 10:28am
How she calls
The storm falls
And in the furrows of its wake,
Warmth is sown upon the ice.
The moon, beaconing from its height,
Illuminates with indiscriminate sight,
The speeding sails of gray tilled clouds,
Skim the charging waves of distant,
Needled crowns.
As if, black horses rearing upon a gown of white.
How the tranquil past of yesterday,
Is washed tonight,
Colossus.
How the river in its traces,
Gushes,
Whipped to writhe engorged,
And course forever on.
I am, besieged by the storms cacophony,
Driven to a given knee, ...
And in the furrows of its wake,
Warmth is sown upon the ice.
The moon, beaconing from its height,
Illuminates with indiscriminate sight,
The speeding sails of gray tilled clouds,
Skim the charging waves of distant,
Needled crowns.
As if, black horses rearing upon a gown of white.
How the tranquil past of yesterday,
Is washed tonight,
Colossus.
How the river in its traces,
Gushes,
Whipped to writhe engorged,
And course forever on.
I am, besieged by the storms cacophony,
Driven to a given knee, ...
#storm
#nature
332 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Dec 2022 10:14am
29th Dec 2022 10:14am
A Path less walked
Each step is a choice,
A moment comprised, a composition.
A beginning, a middle and somehow, always waiting,
The transition of change.
An end but not an end.
A layered continence to being,
Never entirely knowing,
Never entirely certain,
Always ready to be humbled by the course of one's direction.
Yet, each step is still a choice.
Always better for the making.
Wherever a well discerning foot is placed.
A moment comprised, a composition.
A beginning, a middle and somehow, always waiting,
The transition of change.
An end but not an end.
A layered continence to being,
Never entirely knowing,
Never entirely certain,
Always ready to be humbled by the course of one's direction.
Yet, each step is still a choice.
Always better for the making.
Wherever a well discerning foot is placed.
#nature
#travel
#SelfReflection #choices
#SelfReflection #choices
235 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Dec 2022 7:27pm
18th Dec 2022 7:27pm
This, eve of winter..
Backed upon an incessant stance,
Leaning in with wind kissed skin,
The wash,
Rises,
Enlivening.
Lifting,
With a present momentary push,
To make the most of this twilight song,
This,
Eve of winter.
Running silent through the frost bitten moor of snow,
Silent, but for her dance,
Playing out across exposed grass.
Out towards,
The stand of cloistered trees.
Who's ruminating branches now near devoid of leaves,
Voice approving trembles from their staves upon her breeze.
It's the sight,
The sound,
The...
Leaning in with wind kissed skin,
The wash,
Rises,
Enlivening.
Lifting,
With a present momentary push,
To make the most of this twilight song,
This,
Eve of winter.
Running silent through the frost bitten moor of snow,
Silent, but for her dance,
Playing out across exposed grass.
Out towards,
The stand of cloistered trees.
Who's ruminating branches now near devoid of leaves,
Voice approving trembles from their staves upon her breeze.
It's the sight,
The sound,
The...
#happiness
#winter
#nature #philosophical
#nature #philosophical
248 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Dec 2022 9:31pm
6th Dec 2022 9:31pm
A whisper of winter.
Falling to a thaw,
The cold skies show their calm of snow.
Each flake, disseminating as it settles,
Plays a part in change.
The lingering smoldering earth,
The warmth of summer past and autumn flitting,
Cooling to their touch.
The gesture of their presence leads the way,
Posts the path to stillness.
With the stars emerging from the curtains,
It's a journey to be timely hastened.
Whatever stirs beneath the surface,
It's a time to be mindful.
That the preface is acceptance,
Letting winter have its say.
The cold skies show their calm of snow.
Each flake, disseminating as it settles,
Plays a part in change.
The lingering smoldering earth,
The warmth of summer past and autumn flitting,
Cooling to their touch.
The gesture of their presence leads the way,
Posts the path to stillness.
With the stars emerging from the curtains,
It's a journey to be timely hastened.
Whatever stirs beneath the surface,
It's a time to be mindful.
That the preface is acceptance,
Letting winter have its say.
#winter
#nature
#SelfReflection
262 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Nov 2022 9:29pm
6th Nov 2022 9:29pm
Remains
#love
#strength
#hope #choices
#hope #choices
588 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Aug 2022 10:23pm
30th Aug 2022 10:23pm
Make
What is left to lose,
But the breath abreast my heart.
What is left for fear to take,
That love,
Can not make?
But the breath abreast my heart.
What is left for fear to take,
That love,
Can not make?
#love
402 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Aug 2022 9:42pm
26th Aug 2022 9:42pm
Direction
Now here,
Is the reference of nowhere.
The point of attraction,
The pivot of direction.
Now here, Is somewhere,
To begin.
A sense of place, To face,
The absence, within.
Is the reference of nowhere.
The point of attraction,
The pivot of direction.
Now here, Is somewhere,
To begin.
A sense of place, To face,
The absence, within.
#SelfDiscovery
308 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2022 11:00am
23rd Aug 2022 11:00am
A necessity of peace.
The feeling brings unease,
A restlessness,
Like countless leaves tormented in the breeze.
A ceaseless, endlessness,
Which dresses every shadow,
Every tone, every moment born.
I know that now, more than ever.
For every seconds toll,
And every miles scrawl,
For every scratch, gift and scar.
This feeling, a kin of pain, of loss, of love,
Is ingrained within.
Is the flight and fight,
Is the presence and the sense,
The breath and the twist of light.
This feeling,
Unbidden and untaught,
Smothered and re-wrought, ...
A restlessness,
Like countless leaves tormented in the breeze.
A ceaseless, endlessness,
Which dresses every shadow,
Every tone, every moment born.
I know that now, more than ever.
For every seconds toll,
And every miles scrawl,
For every scratch, gift and scar.
This feeling, a kin of pain, of loss, of love,
Is ingrained within.
Is the flight and fight,
Is the presence and the sense,
The breath and the twist of light.
This feeling,
Unbidden and untaught,
Smothered and re-wrought, ...
#peace
348 reads
5 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Aug 2022 11:52pm
15th Aug 2022 11:52pm
Goodnight
It's these,
Those quiet, turns.
Their transitions and banked uncertainties.
The paused plays,
Deaths and rebirths along life's ways.
The moments surfaced,
The experience, kindled.
The light of essential nature,
The intrinsic reflection dancing along the water's skin.
Expanding across ripples, fire merges within.
This day, closing on the peaceful scent of willow,
Settles in its supple subtlety
A sense of peace in the warmth of night.
Those quiet, turns.
Their transitions and banked uncertainties.
The paused plays,
Deaths and rebirths along life's ways.
The moments surfaced,
The experience, kindled.
The light of essential nature,
The intrinsic reflection dancing along the water's skin.
Expanding across ripples, fire merges within.
This day, closing on the peaceful scent of willow,
Settles in its supple subtlety
A sense of peace in the warmth of night.
#hope
#environment
#SelfReflection
393 reads
6 Comments
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