Submissions by Grace (IDryad)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
Let Winter Leave
let winter leave from the world
let whiteness turns to pink
listen to my heartbeat turn to words
and let the spoken words sink
lets ask the clouds to pick the snow
lets call the music of magic
lets dance in the circle of the glow
be just us in the magical music
let the night just flow
allow us to just follow
where the rhythm will bring us
behind the sun east of the moon
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=itGK6s3nN4s
let whiteness turns to pink
listen to my heartbeat turn to words
and let the spoken words sink
lets ask the clouds to pick the snow
lets call the music of magic
lets dance in the circle of the glow
be just us in the magical music
let the night just flow
allow us to just follow
where the rhythm will bring us
behind the sun east of the moon
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=itGK6s3nN4s
#FallingInLove
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A Journey under Moonlight
I didn't know his name, I still don't
but I chased him through incarnations
beneath the moon's soft and silvery glow
I journeyed from a child to a woman
a solitary figure travelling steady and slow
preferring the night cos the timeless space
placed me under its velvet embrace
the shadows dim against the grey
a wanderer's heart beats with the impossible
the perfection of twilight sculptured
in the dappled shadows of symmetrical trees
yet missing that name that beckoned
like twinkles of shared dreams...
but I chased him through incarnations
beneath the moon's soft and silvery glow
I journeyed from a child to a woman
a solitary figure travelling steady and slow
preferring the night cos the timeless space
placed me under its velvet embrace
the shadows dim against the grey
a wanderer's heart beats with the impossible
the perfection of twilight sculptured
in the dappled shadows of symmetrical trees
yet missing that name that beckoned
like twinkles of shared dreams...
#LifeCycle
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Sometimes when it Rains
Under the shadow of the old brick wall
I stood still with memories to recall
watching within where a girl stood alone
tears in her eyes, confusion marred decisions
she stood there hugging herself tight
sometimes caught by cars passing light
that day the rain fell on the indifferent sidewalk
as whispers of birds flying by in flocks
the rain fell on her battered shoes
as if trying to wash away her darkest blues
she stood trembling, watched the world in fear
wishing to reach out but nobody cared or saw her
derisive...
I stood still with memories to recall
watching within where a girl stood alone
tears in her eyes, confusion marred decisions
she stood there hugging herself tight
sometimes caught by cars passing light
that day the rain fell on the indifferent sidewalk
as whispers of birds flying by in flocks
the rain fell on her battered shoes
as if trying to wash away her darkest blues
she stood trembling, watched the world in fear
wishing to reach out but nobody cared or saw her
derisive...
#memories
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Lovers Whisper
Words
spoken softly
whispered on the cool breeze
secrets of the heart unfold
moonlight dreams
spoken softly
whispered on the cool breeze
secrets of the heart unfold
moonlight dreams
#FallingInLove
#WritingPoetry
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Whispers of Eternity
feeling your presence in quiet moments
closing my eyes and shadows play
your voice from behind curtains
again touch my heart's gentle beat
time has claimed your mortal coil
riddled with disease decaying
while you bravely smile
taking in life bravely loving
watching stars twinkle in the night
searching maybe the eyes are yours
the pain of missing you chest tight
always present behind the shadows
there are whispers of eternity
behind the closed door
I peek out opening it ever so...
closing my eyes and shadows play
your voice from behind curtains
again touch my heart's gentle beat
time has claimed your mortal coil
riddled with disease decaying
while you bravely smile
taking in life bravely loving
watching stars twinkle in the night
searching maybe the eyes are yours
the pain of missing you chest tight
always present behind the shadows
there are whispers of eternity
behind the closed door
I peek out opening it ever so...
#love
#memories
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Cracks on the Sidewalk
my love you dwell in the garden of my heart
you hold me in your arms so tight
warmth of your heart love burning bright
as blooms in the morning light
my love your laughter is like a balm
a poultice on past wounds
leading me to a peaceful calm
saving me before I drown
if there are cracks
on the sidewalk of our life
we make sure our hearts' intact
wrapped within our internal light
you are my symphony of dreams
with every words we weave
every note of music danced to
its a vow to never give up
you hold me in your arms so tight
warmth of your heart love burning bright
as blooms in the morning light
my love your laughter is like a balm
a poultice on past wounds
leading me to a peaceful calm
saving me before I drown
if there are cracks
on the sidewalk of our life
we make sure our hearts' intact
wrapped within our internal light
you are my symphony of dreams
with every words we weave
every note of music danced to
its a vow to never give up
#love
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What is Grief
Grief is when you start to not care
not see the bright among the grey
when the door closes and stay shut
no feelings just the need to cut
Grief is when you choke on your words
your throat close up and shut out air
pain in your joints sharply going inward
you wait for nothing stillness everywhere
so what is grief
grief is when you lose yourself in losing someone
losing your thoughts in what might have been
jumping into a pinhole get buried without a marker
Grief just is.
...
not see the bright among the grey
when the door closes and stay shut
no feelings just the need to cut
Grief is when you choke on your words
your throat close up and shut out air
pain in your joints sharply going inward
you wait for nothing stillness everywhere
so what is grief
grief is when you lose yourself in losing someone
losing your thoughts in what might have been
jumping into a pinhole get buried without a marker
Grief just is.
...
#grief
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He Said...
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/385793-the-weakness-of-we/
#memorial
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Who Lives there Now
Who lives there now
the house where you once stood
and watched the doe and deer
come to your lawn to feed
who lives there now o' Soul
the place you tended Zena
when she was old and ill
and where Blue lies under the sod
Four years dear beloved Soul
you’re not truly gone
in the whispers of my poems
you will never be forgotten
For love knows no distance
nor realms of dead or life
your spirit won’t fade
your memory is laid in the ink of my heart
...
the house where you once stood
and watched the doe and deer
come to your lawn to feed
who lives there now o' Soul
the place you tended Zena
when she was old and ill
and where Blue lies under the sod
Four years dear beloved Soul
you’re not truly gone
in the whispers of my poems
you will never be forgotten
For love knows no distance
nor realms of dead or life
your spirit won’t fade
your memory is laid in the ink of my heart
...
#memorial
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Fugging Flu
I was struck down with flu
when the world once vibrant
was shadowed by fear
as a certain virus danced in the air
whispers of illness crept in
strewing fearful frightening scenes
shadows grim eclipsed all hopes
bring out your dead
faces masked with strips of material
everything felt so dreadfully surreal
eyes darted into everyone’s faces
are you ill, are you contaminated
my kin put to sleep
my other kin went to slumber
all never to awaken
ending in a common grave for victims
I prayed not...
when the world once vibrant
was shadowed by fear
as a certain virus danced in the air
whispers of illness crept in
strewing fearful frightening scenes
shadows grim eclipsed all hopes
bring out your dead
faces masked with strips of material
everything felt so dreadfully surreal
eyes darted into everyone’s faces
are you ill, are you contaminated
my kin put to sleep
my other kin went to slumber
all never to awaken
ending in a common grave for victims
I prayed not...
#faith
#illness
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Whispers of the Dawn
gentle sighs in morning light
whispers so incessantly bright
waves that lap the shore
while waking dreams still linger
each waves seem to tell a story
lullabies of kingdom ocean deep
sea embraces the avid listener
the grace of soul living near
salty air a sweet perfume
invigorates as gossamer balm
the sounds of beautiful nature
a symphony so peacefully calm
I stand here with the world awake
assured of life for the day
an island paradise just beyond the city
and today I'm happy and contented
whispers so incessantly bright
waves that lap the shore
while waking dreams still linger
each waves seem to tell a story
lullabies of kingdom ocean deep
sea embraces the avid listener
the grace of soul living near
salty air a sweet perfume
invigorates as gossamer balm
the sounds of beautiful nature
a symphony so peacefully calm
I stand here with the world awake
assured of life for the day
an island paradise just beyond the city
and today I'm happy and contented
#happiness
#SelfReflection
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Dark World Within
a fate indescribable in a world in ruins
silence echoes where laughter once peals
grey skies over chaos remnants
in slumbering sleep the world that was
in cities of wandering ghosts
shrouded in clouds and memories
lost as in roads overgrown
nature return in its natural claims
Vibrant gardens replaced by despair
birds song now brittle in decay
seeds of discontent sowed in pathment cracks
roving around without feathers
the night is pierced by no stars
not aglow within ashes
whispers in a world reborn ...
silence echoes where laughter once peals
grey skies over chaos remnants
in slumbering sleep the world that was
in cities of wandering ghosts
shrouded in clouds and memories
lost as in roads overgrown
nature return in its natural claims
Vibrant gardens replaced by despair
birds song now brittle in decay
seeds of discontent sowed in pathment cracks
roving around without feathers
the night is pierced by no stars
not aglow within ashes
whispers in a world reborn ...
#dreams
#ghosts
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Grace (IDryad)