Submissions by Fiftysevenhours
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm growing..
SELF POEM
Published
1st Apr 2020 7:31pm
1st Apr 2020 7:31pm
Enact
Are we an amalgamation of yesterday's?
If we are, how much are we, the steps we’ve still to lay?
How much sway does the day still have to play?
What does the choice we have yet to make have to say?
For our tomorrow to be ascertained from what we have attained this day;
How can it be that we so often fail to see, just what’s going to be our memory?
Just how free are we to be what we want to see?
How free are we to make the most of what we are, for what we need to be?
From the interspersed cast of our subjective memory, its roll call of...
If we are, how much are we, the steps we’ve still to lay?
How much sway does the day still have to play?
What does the choice we have yet to make have to say?
For our tomorrow to be ascertained from what we have attained this day;
How can it be that we so often fail to see, just what’s going to be our memory?
Just how free are we to be what we want to see?
How free are we to make the most of what we are, for what we need to be?
From the interspersed cast of our subjective memory, its roll call of...
#memories
#choices
#NaPoWriMo2020
471 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Mar 2020 4:20pm
25th Mar 2020 4:20pm
Living Air..
I am alive amongst the wilderness
At peace amongst these holds of trees
Their verdant growth on unknown scenes
Here I can be between the fragments of life's seams
A corporeal bridge to a spiritual home
To run within a sense amongst the presence of a place
The concerto of its climb an ascension of the soul
Those peaks defined and the passage of their kind
That leads me on to see beyond the crowns of trees
To rise above the fight of a physical throne
To exalt on the inhale of this living air..
At peace amongst these holds of trees
Their verdant growth on unknown scenes
Here I can be between the fragments of life's seams
A corporeal bridge to a spiritual home
To run within a sense amongst the presence of a place
The concerto of its climb an ascension of the soul
Those peaks defined and the passage of their kind
That leads me on to see beyond the crowns of trees
To rise above the fight of a physical throne
To exalt on the inhale of this living air..
#nature
425 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Mar 2020 2:00pm
21st Mar 2020 2:00pm
World Poetry Day..
You all have helped me through
Given light and shared insights of your worlds view
Taken time and shared in line the hand of your companionship
I thank you for all you do and every step we've shared.
Given light and shared insights of your worlds view
Taken time and shared in line the hand of your companionship
I thank you for all you do and every step we've shared.
#WritingPoetry
#gratitude
432 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Mar 2020 7:57pm
16th Mar 2020 7:57pm
Closed Eyes
Words are caught in my throat to stand
I hold your hand
Washed in the waters of our goodbyes
I close my eyes
It is in that a part grief but in heart
The hope of peace
In the faces of the lives you’ve touched
The reminder of your ways
You live on here in what you taught
In that you shared
Though you go as you always do
Rising to face the next
A part of you as yet resides
Within the grace of our closed eyes.
I hold your hand
Washed in the waters of our goodbyes
I close my eyes
It is in that a part grief but in heart
The hope of peace
In the faces of the lives you’ve touched
The reminder of your ways
You live on here in what you taught
In that you shared
Though you go as you always do
Rising to face the next
A part of you as yet resides
Within the grace of our closed eyes.
#memories
#memorial
463 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Feb 2020 9:13pm
21st Feb 2020 9:13pm
To touch upon
The cast of life in wetted blood drips
Shared amongst the furrows of memories
Between the burrows of borrowed times
To be still and let those moments felt and unseen
Traverse and manifest in the chests of earth
The undefiled spirit of their fertile seeds
What roots are set may curdle or infuse
But the signs of blood red blossoms
Bud to greet their praise
Below wide open skies
In every flower a universe awaits
To bare such potential when the time is nigh
So I take in the scene of those occasions been
To lead towards those moments...
Shared amongst the furrows of memories
Between the burrows of borrowed times
To be still and let those moments felt and unseen
Traverse and manifest in the chests of earth
The undefiled spirit of their fertile seeds
What roots are set may curdle or infuse
But the signs of blood red blossoms
Bud to greet their praise
Below wide open skies
In every flower a universe awaits
To bare such potential when the time is nigh
So I take in the scene of those occasions been
To lead towards those moments...
#happiness
#love
#strength
#faith
#gratitude
492 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Feb 2020 9:50am
9th Feb 2020 9:50am
And of you..
I close my eyes in sight of those rapturing skies
Before the cover of their felt embrace
Beneath the rained profusion falling to kiss my face
I close my eyes to the onslaught of life and its race
To hold your effortless elegance and its grace
To hear the rhythm of your voice
Carried in the passageway of clouds
To feel the smoothness of your skin
Shower my senses from within
To taste your presence lingering upon the settling of imparted gifts
Delivering the imbued fortitude cast from a heart of gratitude
The thankful view of you
And...
Before the cover of their felt embrace
Beneath the rained profusion falling to kiss my face
I close my eyes to the onslaught of life and its race
To hold your effortless elegance and its grace
To hear the rhythm of your voice
Carried in the passageway of clouds
To feel the smoothness of your skin
Shower my senses from within
To taste your presence lingering upon the settling of imparted gifts
Delivering the imbued fortitude cast from a heart of gratitude
The thankful view of you
And...
#love
#strength
#gratitude
#admiration
#determination
483 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2020 9:53pm
30th Jan 2020 9:53pm
Cleansing of fire
#fire
#shadows
#rebirth
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
1013 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
26th Jan 2020 11:12am
26th Jan 2020 11:12am
Through the mire..
Fresh from the drawn curtains of a pastel dawn
The sun hides behind the massing clouds of day
Water lapsed legs are rubbed in the velvet of silt
Giving way to the fray and territory of notion
In a sense a dressed devotion;
The now is where we stand before
This time, this here, is all we have..
The past behind the futures advance
That fucking met-a-phorical door..
It’s frame is barred in the intern of an open floor
As we set what rises in its wrapping
The present is the moments gift
A man, his dog, wet boots, and...
The sun hides behind the massing clouds of day
Water lapsed legs are rubbed in the velvet of silt
Giving way to the fray and territory of notion
In a sense a dressed devotion;
The now is where we stand before
This time, this here, is all we have..
The past behind the futures advance
That fucking met-a-phorical door..
It’s frame is barred in the intern of an open floor
As we set what rises in its wrapping
The present is the moments gift
A man, his dog, wet boots, and...
#strength
#sun
#clouds
#nature
#nonfiction
440 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Jan 2020 10:41pm
24th Jan 2020 10:41pm
What if..
What if under these starlit scenes...
She left the chains?
What if, she left her familiar hold
And wrapped her hand on mine
What if under the masks of flushed nights...
She were to stand as in my dreams
What if the gifted wishes of falling stars
Really mean this time is ours..
What if, what if, all along
The place was mine to move my hand and find..
She left the chains?
What if, she left her familiar hold
And wrapped her hand on mine
What if under the masks of flushed nights...
She were to stand as in my dreams
What if the gifted wishes of falling stars
Really mean this time is ours..
What if, what if, all along
The place was mine to move my hand and find..
#dreams
#sky
#night #nature
#night #nature
397 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jan 2020 00:53am
21st Jan 2020 00:53am
The wrap of night...
In the deepening hold of shadows fold
The chase of day has given way
At last we greet the rest of night
To lay upon the time of sleep we meet
Our weft off arms and twine of fingers
Loose their hold on lingering threads
The shreads of fraught thoughts
Set to last rights in the trickle of nightly whispers and their tickle
We give life to the quarry of dreams we seek
And share comfort in the embrace
The kiss of warmth and thought
The presence of the heart
That we find waiting in the wrap of night to wind.
The chase of day has given way
At last we greet the rest of night
To lay upon the time of sleep we meet
Our weft off arms and twine of fingers
Loose their hold on lingering threads
The shreads of fraught thoughts
Set to last rights in the trickle of nightly whispers and their tickle
We give life to the quarry of dreams we seek
And share comfort in the embrace
The kiss of warmth and thought
The presence of the heart
That we find waiting in the wrap of night to wind.
#kindness
#dreams
#sleep
400 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Jan 2020 8:51am
15th Jan 2020 8:51am
Truth to mill
The last of the final harvest
It's grain as yet unmilled
Standing in the thrashing hall
It's thoughts lay partially spilled
Amongst the last of spent husks
The fragments of shattered stalks
They listen to the rushed winds talk
Through the vented walls barrage
Of autumn storms and winter days
As I face the malaise of final thought
In longer setting days now brought
I set the of stone once more to turn
And from the spin of labour spill
The last weight of flour and truth to mill.
It's grain as yet unmilled
Standing in the thrashing hall
It's thoughts lay partially spilled
Amongst the last of spent husks
The fragments of shattered stalks
They listen to the rushed winds talk
Through the vented walls barrage
Of autumn storms and winter days
As I face the malaise of final thought
In longer setting days now brought
I set the of stone once more to turn
And from the spin of labour spill
The last weight of flour and truth to mill.
#SelfReflection
438 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jan 2020 1:50pm
12th Jan 2020 1:50pm
Star Light
#happiness
#kindness
#strength #hope
#strength #hope
738 reads
13 Comments
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