Submissions by Fiftysevenhours
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm growing..
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Aug 2022 9:27am
12th Aug 2022 9:27am
Remains
Breathing life into the face of death,
Clinging to the chests compression,
With each, emotive, compulsion.
Calling out,
Through the abstract stillness of the void,
The crowded silence of the moment,
The growing, deepening, absence.
Futile gestures of the present,
Holding what you were to ransom.
Knowing,
It's not, who, you are.
That change, in all its forms can not hide,
Can, not,
Hide,
The truth, the matter, that you matter.
That you've always,
Mattered.
Change, can not hide what you impart,
For who...
Clinging to the chests compression,
With each, emotive, compulsion.
Calling out,
Through the abstract stillness of the void,
The crowded silence of the moment,
The growing, deepening, absence.
Futile gestures of the present,
Holding what you were to ransom.
Knowing,
It's not, who, you are.
That change, in all its forms can not hide,
Can, not,
Hide,
The truth, the matter, that you matter.
That you've always,
Mattered.
Change, can not hide what you impart,
For who...
#grief
#hope
#death
319 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Oct 2021 12:01pm
30th Oct 2021 12:01pm
Early Winter
The cold of death unwarmed by fire,
Stokes burning where life, where breath,
Now perspired, has left.
The touch of death, cold and calling,
Sows love to fall upon the earth,
Sows seeds of strength to rise from their last breath.
To part respects and prayer in autumns offering
To the altar of their birth and flare,
To a backwards stare down the road of an early winter's long despair.
Where no hope nor promise,
Where no safe harbour can ease or spare,
The hold of a love, stripped raw and bare.
Stokes burning where life, where breath,
Now perspired, has left.
The touch of death, cold and calling,
Sows love to fall upon the earth,
Sows seeds of strength to rise from their last breath.
To part respects and prayer in autumns offering
To the altar of their birth and flare,
To a backwards stare down the road of an early winter's long despair.
Where no hope nor promise,
Where no safe harbour can ease or spare,
The hold of a love, stripped raw and bare.
#love
#death
#travel
768 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th May 2021 1:05am
12th May 2021 1:05am
Into the trees
Burnished in a heartbeat,
Capillaries rage,
An open fire, flushed upon skin.
Their flames,
A mirage of stretching sinewe,
Of igniting muscles,
Consuming oxygen as it's drawn.
Throwing the body on.
In the only way, that makes sense,
Compelled to wrench oneself,
Across the apparent void of emptiness.
That the energy imparted as the river parts,
Takes trust in the ground of some far off land,
And it's sound;
Speaks of the same song,
As the essence of that essential spirit,
Taking flight within the shattered light, ...
Capillaries rage,
An open fire, flushed upon skin.
Their flames,
A mirage of stretching sinewe,
Of igniting muscles,
Consuming oxygen as it's drawn.
Throwing the body on.
In the only way, that makes sense,
Compelled to wrench oneself,
Across the apparent void of emptiness.
That the energy imparted as the river parts,
Takes trust in the ground of some far off land,
And it's sound;
Speaks of the same song,
As the essence of that essential spirit,
Taking flight within the shattered light, ...
#nature
#SelfReflection
471 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2021 10:45pm
30th Apr 2021 10:45pm
Unknowable motion
#NaPoWriMo2021
668 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Apr 2021 10:13am
24th Apr 2021 10:13am
Dark Bequeather
A gift settles upon the ground,
Cast from blue skies all around.
Not a sight is seen of its dark bequeather,
But the gentle quiver of the feather,
Held now between my thumb and forefinger.
I know I am richer for your encouragement,
Stronger,
For your presence.
Safer,
For your reminder that your watching over,
Even when your nowhere, to be seen.
Except,
Now here,
A sign of you rolls between my thumb and forefinger.
You are known,
As well as felt,
You are seen as I day dream,
Walking amidst the recollection of...
Cast from blue skies all around.
Not a sight is seen of its dark bequeather,
But the gentle quiver of the feather,
Held now between my thumb and forefinger.
I know I am richer for your encouragement,
Stronger,
For your presence.
Safer,
For your reminder that your watching over,
Even when your nowhere, to be seen.
Except,
Now here,
A sign of you rolls between my thumb and forefinger.
You are known,
As well as felt,
You are seen as I day dream,
Walking amidst the recollection of...
#love
#spiritual
#NaPoWriMo2021
457 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Apr 2021 10:37pm
18th Apr 2021 10:37pm
Permeating.
You can find anything if you're looking for something.
You can read everything and hear,
Nothing.
You can listen so intently,
It falls as silence upon your ears.
It's taken years to realise,
To stop chasing fears.
I hear the stillness now,
Feeling the touch of the currents pull,
Edging on calmness,
Poised in transition.
Knowing it always seems to rise,
At once in leaps and bounds.
So before the surface breaks,
The circling reflections ripple,
Retracing the grounds.
It always comes round. ...
You can read everything and hear,
Nothing.
You can listen so intently,
It falls as silence upon your ears.
It's taken years to realise,
To stop chasing fears.
I hear the stillness now,
Feeling the touch of the currents pull,
Edging on calmness,
Poised in transition.
Knowing it always seems to rise,
At once in leaps and bounds.
So before the surface breaks,
The circling reflections ripple,
Retracing the grounds.
It always comes round. ...
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
#NaPoWriMo2021
388 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Jan 2021 11:09am
6th Jan 2021 11:09am
Emerging
#nature
#SelfReflection
#philosophical
629 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Dec 2020 1:29am
7th Dec 2020 1:29am
A Silver Accent
When you touch
It is the emptiness of your form that
smothers the manifestation of sight.
You are the tendrils of life
That weave between the plumes of smoke rising from an open, smouldering, fire.
The provocation of a scent, as it evaporates to saturate the mind.
There is no place that I can find,
Where your wind has not caressed.
No rest, to escape the absence felt.
Irrespective of my labouring chest.
I pause upon the precipice of perception
That is formed in your consideration.
An entire nation of thought transpiring
An...
It is the emptiness of your form that
smothers the manifestation of sight.
You are the tendrils of life
That weave between the plumes of smoke rising from an open, smouldering, fire.
The provocation of a scent, as it evaporates to saturate the mind.
There is no place that I can find,
Where your wind has not caressed.
No rest, to escape the absence felt.
Irrespective of my labouring chest.
I pause upon the precipice of perception
That is formed in your consideration.
An entire nation of thought transpiring
An...
#winter
#nature
#IMissYou #philosophical
#IMissYou #philosophical
482 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
15th Sep 2020 10:06pm
15th Sep 2020 10:06pm
Magic of our living
#nature
#WritingPoetry
#magic
577 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jun 2020 5:44pm
24th Jun 2020 5:44pm
Celestial beings
I have lost track of all the paths I've trod
Of all the steps I've laid
Of all the sunsets I've seen bled
And of all the night fasts broken served on the platter of a breaking dawn's sky
I have never counted the rain drops shed from the brink of a clouds dark sigh
Nor tallied the winds kiss brushed across my neck
Never have I felt the need to score the days or the settling warmth of the sun's rays.
For all of these
Like the countless leaves
Are moments of affinity
Redressed regressions of endless memories
They've always been apart of me ...
Of all the steps I've laid
Of all the sunsets I've seen bled
And of all the night fasts broken served on the platter of a breaking dawn's sky
I have never counted the rain drops shed from the brink of a clouds dark sigh
Nor tallied the winds kiss brushed across my neck
Never have I felt the need to score the days or the settling warmth of the sun's rays.
For all of these
Like the countless leaves
Are moments of affinity
Redressed regressions of endless memories
They've always been apart of me ...
#love
#dreams
#nature #TruthOfLife
#nature #TruthOfLife
701 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jun 2020 4:00pm
13th Jun 2020 4:00pm
No matter how long..
When you have lived for so long
Endured for so long
That you touch what you believe
could only ever be laid in song.
What can you do, but go on?
For however long
Knowing you've touched a living song
And the song no matter how long
Always calls you on..
What can you do, but go on?
That no matter how long
Hanging in a bated breath
You'll always hold that song..
That no matter how long
In the rhythm of its touch
You'll always feel that song..
That no matter how long
Residing...
Endured for so long
That you touch what you believe
could only ever be laid in song.
What can you do, but go on?
For however long
Knowing you've touched a living song
And the song no matter how long
Always calls you on..
What can you do, but go on?
That no matter how long
Hanging in a bated breath
You'll always hold that song..
That no matter how long
In the rhythm of its touch
You'll always feel that song..
That no matter how long
Residing...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#emotional #emotions
#emotional #emotions
486 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jun 2020 5:47pm
1st Jun 2020 5:47pm
Inseparable
#love
693 reads
4 Comments
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