Submissions by Grace (IDryad)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
A Child of Autumn
I wander in the heart of October's breath
listening to the mountains sigh
as in dreams as in a distant birth
I wander the misty sky
whispers of tune gold leaves flutter
the moon convenes with shadows
I as a wandering whisper of past laughter
walk and ripples the tranquil water
rain as dew from shades of soft rusts
fall down crags with muffled music
tones of blue gossamer waltz in Grace
autumn colours with time that drips
softly as silken linen fall
from up above to the ground
a figure a naiad a thought...
listening to the mountains sigh
as in dreams as in a distant birth
I wander the misty sky
whispers of tune gold leaves flutter
the moon convenes with shadows
I as a wandering whisper of past laughter
walk and ripples the tranquil water
rain as dew from shades of soft rusts
fall down crags with muffled music
tones of blue gossamer waltz in Grace
autumn colours with time that drips
softly as silken linen fall
from up above to the ground
a figure a naiad a thought...
#birth
#dreams
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Over in a Distant Shore
Dreamers we were sighing as whispered winds
travelling with hands reaching playful drifts
our hopes whimsical unreachable as shadow dancers
mere whispers in air kisses like spectral gifts
before you left in twilight's hush sleepy eyes
looking towards the setting sun, sea kissed sky
bittersweet in life's lessons Soul learnt to fly
bathed in moonlight's shiny magic dusts
to have been cradled in that moonlight
to have rode on that foamy sea crests
laughter could have been our delight
our hearts together in shimmering...
travelling with hands reaching playful drifts
our hopes whimsical unreachable as shadow dancers
mere whispers in air kisses like spectral gifts
before you left in twilight's hush sleepy eyes
looking towards the setting sun, sea kissed sky
bittersweet in life's lessons Soul learnt to fly
bathed in moonlight's shiny magic dusts
to have been cradled in that moonlight
to have rode on that foamy sea crests
laughter could have been our delight
our hearts together in shimmering...
#death
#memorial
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2 Comments
Rivers of Life
I drown in the blackhole of memories
hearts break down as porcelain whispers echo
the hurt as a delicate origami unfurled
swirled as in a whirlpool crumpled and torn
your lies are as a cuckoo's call
empty echoes, shadows fighting the night
threads of my trust now frayed
swept away by my tempest of sorrow
hearts break down as porcelain whispers echo
the hurt as a delicate origami unfurled
swirled as in a whirlpool crumpled and torn
your lies are as a cuckoo's call
empty echoes, shadows fighting the night
threads of my trust now frayed
swept away by my tempest of sorrow
#disappointment
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Defining the Difference
she gazed uncomprehending
at the star stuck on the arrow
stopped sharply from falling
to the flooded ground below
the twinkles from the sky's gone
the greyness seems permanent
no subtle colours between the tone
and rainbows struggle not to be alone
relax inhale and exhale
stop stay in one place
drifting in boats without sails
is not an epitome of peace
breathe...
at the star stuck on the arrow
stopped sharply from falling
to the flooded ground below
the twinkles from the sky's gone
the greyness seems permanent
no subtle colours between the tone
and rainbows struggle not to be alone
relax inhale and exhale
stop stay in one place
drifting in boats without sails
is not an epitome of peace
breathe...
#anxiety
#strength
123 reads
10 Comments
Frozen
pathway halfway to Eden
strewn by photographs love sown
on tracks half hidden
by memories still so vibrant
hurts and scabs on hearts
picked clean to bleed again
if only to realise it hurts
just as much as when it begun
the year is almost over my dear
our seventh book completed
I pushed the wheelbarrow
and wrote the book
strewn by photographs love sown
on tracks half hidden
by memories still so vibrant
hurts and scabs on hearts
picked clean to bleed again
if only to realise it hurts
just as much as when it begun
the year is almost over my dear
our seventh book completed
I pushed the wheelbarrow
and wrote the book
#love
#memories
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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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DU Poetry : Submissions by Grace (IDryad)