Submissions by Fiftysevenhours
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Moments of the day that take me on my way.
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
422 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
421 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
464 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jan 2020 1:50pm
12th Jan 2020 1:50pm
Star Light
#happiness
#kindness
#strength #hope
#strength #hope
762 reads
13 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Jan 2020 7:50am
10th Jan 2020 7:50am
Deepening shadows
#learning
#SelfReflection
#determination
744 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jan 2020 11:09pm
9th Jan 2020 11:09pm
Minders of moments
#happiness
#hope
#inspirational
684 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Jan 2020 2:03pm
9th Jan 2020 2:03pm
Persistence
Instinct beats it's defiance
Against the violence of silence
The brought thrashing of thought
Pacing its binds of indentured conjecture
Races a heart to tear the traces of it's viens
By the prescense of abscense and the hold of it's lands
It falls to the sands
A wrought form of exhaustion
Caught in the hands of memory
And the salve of their finds
That what is to be
Is the persistence of time.
Against the violence of silence
The brought thrashing of thought
Pacing its binds of indentured conjecture
Races a heart to tear the traces of it's viens
By the prescense of abscense and the hold of it's lands
It falls to the sands
A wrought form of exhaustion
Caught in the hands of memory
And the salve of their finds
That what is to be
Is the persistence of time.
#SelfReflection
564 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2020 12:50pm
3rd Jan 2020 12:50pm
Sustenance..
It's at moments like this, I feed my hands the endless bounds of chores
To cast the winds by the motions of labour
To raise the clouds and their reign of thought
It gives purpose to the passage and meaning of time
It seems to me that it's a question of faith
Faith that in abscenses, anxieties will be subdued
Faith that in concern, curiosity will return
Faith that in distraction, right action will strengthen
For me faith that the night bares a star
Is no different to the faith
That what I hold dear, is near
I have faith that whatever life...
To cast the winds by the motions of labour
To raise the clouds and their reign of thought
It gives purpose to the passage and meaning of time
It seems to me that it's a question of faith
Faith that in abscenses, anxieties will be subdued
Faith that in concern, curiosity will return
Faith that in distraction, right action will strengthen
For me faith that the night bares a star
Is no different to the faith
That what I hold dear, is near
I have faith that whatever life...
#faith
#SelfReflection
593 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2020 5:44pm
2nd Jan 2020 5:44pm
The Kiss
I lean back into the abyss
The grasp of nothingness
And all that exists...
Is everything in time
There is nothing amiss
In the breadth of ness
Nothing awry in the bout of breaths
Within closed eyes and the intrusion of wonder and it's why's
Everything is as it is
For the reason that it is
The continuence of motion
The resolution of action
Is the persistence of this
The define of our line
The passage and kiss of time
The grasp of nothingness
And all that exists...
Is everything in time
There is nothing amiss
In the breadth of ness
Nothing awry in the bout of breaths
Within closed eyes and the intrusion of wonder and it's why's
Everything is as it is
For the reason that it is
The continuence of motion
The resolution of action
Is the persistence of this
The define of our line
The passage and kiss of time
#acceptance
#meditation
627 reads
5 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Dec 2019 00:57am
8th Dec 2019 00:57am
The void
#hope
#evolution
#emptiness #apathy
#emptiness #apathy
863 reads
16 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Nov 2019 12:34pm
24th Nov 2019 12:34pm
Critical
In every meaningful work of hand
The God given expression of mind
In every rapturous emotion
The moment alive
In every birth witnessed
The death passed
A composition of song
Balance and time
In every beat of the moment
Adrift in its depth
The here and the now
The necessity of breath.
The God given expression of mind
In every rapturous emotion
The moment alive
In every birth witnessed
The death passed
A composition of song
Balance and time
In every beat of the moment
Adrift in its depth
The here and the now
The necessity of breath.
#strength
700 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Nov 2019 4:05am
20th Nov 2019 4:05am
Raptures release
I am ravenous as I set to quench hungers fill
Upon the bottomless well of ink
The myriad of clustered threads
Are spun like spiders webs
Across the mines of minds
A perpetual clematis of creeping scenes
Breaking flowers in all the seems
It’s heart stands as the lone Wellingtonia
A giant above the shrouds of trees
The defiance of time will be as a mist
To evaporate with the kiss of light
And burn under the eyes of suns
Flayed, running across the broken red skies of dawn
To rain upon mountain ranges
Brokered with the rising...
Upon the bottomless well of ink
The myriad of clustered threads
Are spun like spiders webs
Across the mines of minds
A perpetual clematis of creeping scenes
Breaking flowers in all the seems
It’s heart stands as the lone Wellingtonia
A giant above the shrouds of trees
The defiance of time will be as a mist
To evaporate with the kiss of light
And burn under the eyes of suns
Flayed, running across the broken red skies of dawn
To rain upon mountain ranges
Brokered with the rising...
#strength
714 reads
8 Comments
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