Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
25th Apr 2025 9:34pm
25th Apr 2025 9:34pm
Terrenes
25/30
Terrenes
Rarely had real life stars
guiding me as I maturated
from a curious boy to
confusion then awake
1 or 2 along each decade
Or so pointing out
a lane, not necessarily
THE PATH
However, the beacon
lighthouse at a jetty’s
end always ever there
Mom
(and her Mom)
Both candles
wicks to short to keep lit
cremated
their wit & wisdom
cemented
I like to believe I can capture
a glimpse, a wisp of
a soft chuckle between
breezes – cool...
Terrenes
Rarely had real life stars
guiding me as I maturated
from a curious boy to
confusion then awake
1 or 2 along each decade
Or so pointing out
a lane, not necessarily
THE PATH
However, the beacon
lighthouse at a jetty’s
end always ever there
Mom
(and her Mom)
Both candles
wicks to short to keep lit
cremated
their wit & wisdom
cemented
I like to believe I can capture
a glimpse, a wisp of
a soft chuckle between
breezes – cool...
#family
#myself
#mystery
#spiritual
#stars
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
24th Apr 2025 3:17am
24th Apr 2025 3:17am
by the ocean with you
Delicate breezes
ruffle blonde sea-salted hair
cool wind on warm skin
You smile like the ocean
infinity exhales
Memories live here
made of sweet sunlit bubbles
and pure smiles
Let me take some photographs
pin down all these small moments
I want this to last
beyond sunset's warm goodbye
today's history
Eyes closed, I breathe everything
I cannot capture today
ruffle blonde sea-salted hair
cool wind on warm skin
You smile like the ocean
infinity exhales
Memories live here
made of sweet sunlit bubbles
and pure smiles
Let me take some photographs
pin down all these small moments
I want this to last
beyond sunset's warm goodbye
today's history
Eyes closed, I breathe everything
I cannot capture today
#childhood
#family
#love
82 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2025 11:05am
23rd Apr 2025 11:05am
frozen
I'm frozen in time
immovable
forever the same in your eyes
Time passes
poison ivy grows
where love once bloomed
Do you remember me
as anything more than
a rebellious child searching for freedom?
Will I ever be anything more
than a mistake of fate
that you wish died at birth?
I've spent my whole life
defying the odds
stacked against me
But I'm only useful if I'm useful
and I've never been useful
by the standards you've set
I try and hold on to better...
immovable
forever the same in your eyes
Time passes
poison ivy grows
where love once bloomed
Do you remember me
as anything more than
a rebellious child searching for freedom?
Will I ever be anything more
than a mistake of fate
that you wish died at birth?
I've spent my whole life
defying the odds
stacked against me
But I'm only useful if I'm useful
and I've never been useful
by the standards you've set
I try and hold on to better...
#betrayal
#family
#relationships
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
21st Apr 2025 3:55am
21st Apr 2025 3:55am
Easter
Late night poetry --
Inertia has struck again
or maybe it's just the chocolate
or the comfort of this couch
Sitting with all my kids
and their significant others
watching - of all things -
The Prince of Egypt.
They always loved the humour
the animation
the music...
I made them come to church
for the last time today.
I don't expect belief or reverence
-- don't have much of that myself --
They're finding their own
versions of faith now
maybe
Just wanted them to remember
the...
Inertia has struck again
or maybe it's just the chocolate
or the comfort of this couch
Sitting with all my kids
and their significant others
watching - of all things -
The Prince of Egypt.
They always loved the humour
the animation
the music...
I made them come to church
for the last time today.
I don't expect belief or reverence
-- don't have much of that myself --
They're finding their own
versions of faith now
maybe
Just wanted them to remember
the...
#Easter
#family
#religion
67 reads
7 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 5:36pm
19th Apr 2025 5:36pm
Gramophone Records
19/30
Gramophone Records
Rarely did I receive even a tiny tidbit of history
World War Two took a heavy toll on many
Okinawans looking like the enemy
forced to speak their language
on the spot, killed if caught
Okinawan
To this day, my Sister adamantly says
we are Japanese.
Guessing it is more fashionable
we STILL look the part
I used to fill out forms and go with that
if I thought I would benefit
Now days, it’s either or
Asian or White
I kind of can glue a mish-mash lore
of...
Gramophone Records
Rarely did I receive even a tiny tidbit of history
World War Two took a heavy toll on many
Okinawans looking like the enemy
forced to speak their language
on the spot, killed if caught
Okinawan
To this day, my Sister adamantly says
we are Japanese.
Guessing it is more fashionable
we STILL look the part
I used to fill out forms and go with that
if I thought I would benefit
Now days, it’s either or
Asian or White
I kind of can glue a mish-mash lore
of...
#family
#historical
#memories
57 reads
1 Comment
marina2020
Rain Woman
Rain Woman
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 1:03am
14th Apr 2025 1:03am
Games
One of my favorite pastimes is games
Board games, video games, card games
Almost anything you can think of
They are a perfect escape
From super easy to extremely complex
It's hard to find a game I do not enjoy
I love the adventure they take me on
And the endless laughter with friends and family
We get into so much shenanigans
And create many inside jokes
Some games I enjoy all by myself
With a cup of tea, a snack, and my heated blanket
Either way, games make the perfect vibe
Board games, video games, card games
Almost anything you can think of
They are a perfect escape
From super easy to extremely complex
It's hard to find a game I do not enjoy
I love the adventure they take me on
And the endless laughter with friends and family
We get into so much shenanigans
And create many inside jokes
Some games I enjoy all by myself
With a cup of tea, a snack, and my heated blanket
Either way, games make the perfect vibe
#family
#friendship
#passion
50 reads
1 Comment
JohnWilksLincoln
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 6:38pm
8th Apr 2025 6:38pm
To My Grandmother
Throughout the past couple of months, I’ve been watching my grandmother’s health fluctuate vastly. I enter her room and don’t know whether to expect a natural or forced smile. I’ve seen tears roll down her face as she tries to remain strong, knowing her time is limited. The pain has become simply unbearable. I find myself weak in these moments. Something so important to me but far outside of my ability to help.
So what do you do?
Do you sit back and watch as the woman who has shown you nothing but love since birth die? Do you acknowledge the reality and make the most...
So what do you do?
Do you sit back and watch as the woman who has shown you nothing but love since birth die? Do you acknowledge the reality and make the most...
#death
#family
#hope
#illness
#love
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Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 2:04pm
8th Apr 2025 2:04pm
Effects / affects
08/30
Effects / affects
Yesterday, I rec’d a medium sized Postal Box of a fair weight, weighted.
My Mom’s treasure, or the treasures my Sister thought, I’d keep ~
Mostly old photos of me, my siblings……..family.
Marine Corps Depot 10 year and 20 year pins – her awards for her Civil Service.
From the photos she saved, I could tell she was well loved.
She used to tell me how she (bragged) tell the Colonel about her son who
Joined the US Air Force.
Many a photo, I NEVER KNEW.
Also, photos of an ex and her kids. I also...
Effects / affects
Yesterday, I rec’d a medium sized Postal Box of a fair weight, weighted.
My Mom’s treasure, or the treasures my Sister thought, I’d keep ~
Mostly old photos of me, my siblings……..family.
Marine Corps Depot 10 year and 20 year pins – her awards for her Civil Service.
From the photos she saved, I could tell she was well loved.
She used to tell me how she (bragged) tell the Colonel about her son who
Joined the US Air Force.
Many a photo, I NEVER KNEW.
Also, photos of an ex and her kids. I also...
#family
#historical
123 reads
6 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 11:57am
4th Apr 2025 11:57am
simple perfection
4 of 30
I felt so beautifully alive
blanket over shoulders
sitting criss-cross applesauce
beneath a diamond-studded velvet sky
as smoke drifted upward in twisting tendrils
flames dancing wild attendance
marshmallows burning to a delicious crisp
sizzling on the end of sharpened sticks
& my father's laughter
as we all gathered around the campfire
mom's embarrassed giggles
teased out of her habitual cautious demeanor
{only daddy held that power}
it signaled freedom
a moment slipped outside...
I felt so beautifully alive
blanket over shoulders
sitting criss-cross applesauce
beneath a diamond-studded velvet sky
as smoke drifted upward in twisting tendrils
flames dancing wild attendance
marshmallows burning to a delicious crisp
sizzling on the end of sharpened sticks
& my father's laughter
as we all gathered around the campfire
mom's embarrassed giggles
teased out of her habitual cautious demeanor
{only daddy held that power}
it signaled freedom
a moment slipped outside...
#beauty
#confessional
#family #nature
#family #nature
100 reads
2 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 2:53am
3rd Apr 2025 2:53am
Me, Part One: Beginnings
I remember
exactly
nothing.
Which is to be expected, of course.
I have no recollection
of screaming my way into existence
on a snowy night.
All I know is that I arrived
just in time
for my dad to make it to hockey –
or, so legend has it.
But here are the few facts I have gleaned:
Three homes in about two years –
young family in transition.
A feisty older brother
And an even older sister
with a newly broken leg in a cast upon my arrival.
She says mom couldn’t/wouldn’t get out of bed...
exactly
nothing.
Which is to be expected, of course.
I have no recollection
of screaming my way into existence
on a snowy night.
All I know is that I arrived
just in time
for my dad to make it to hockey –
or, so legend has it.
But here are the few facts I have gleaned:
Three homes in about two years –
young family in transition.
A feisty older brother
And an even older sister
with a newly broken leg in a cast upon my arrival.
She says mom couldn’t/wouldn’t get out of bed...
#childhood
#family
#SelfReflection
88 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 3:29am
21st Mar 2025 3:29am
if it feels like...
I read a poem
by one of my favourite poets
Home
It made me think of you
it made me want to cry
it reminded me of all the
wrongness
in my life
and how there is nothing
I can do to make it right
I have never
and will never
feel like I'm enough
because I never have been
for anyone that's
claimed to love me
I am always the wrong thing
and you can't tell me otherwise
when your actions have neon lights
and your words have lost their voice
in this limbo of...
by one of my favourite poets
Home
It made me think of you
it made me want to cry
it reminded me of all the
wrongness
in my life
and how there is nothing
I can do to make it right
I have never
and will never
feel like I'm enough
because I never have been
for anyone that's
claimed to love me
I am always the wrong thing
and you can't tell me otherwise
when your actions have neon lights
and your words have lost their voice
in this limbo of...
#family
#LifeStruggles
#UnrequitedLove
142 reads
8 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
20th Mar 2025 7:02pm
20th Mar 2025 7:02pm
desolation road
this house holds secrets
despite its blown out windows
no doors or locks
floorboards that refuse to creak
& a ceiling of brooding sky
but the wind howls through the halls
where memories drift
from wall to crumbling wall
untethered
but not free to depart
dust builds in corners
untouched
where thoughts once swirled
now fallen
listless & forgotten
fingers clutch a trembling match
as flame flickers in anticipation
determination wavers
turn it all to kindling...
or blow...
despite its blown out windows
no doors or locks
floorboards that refuse to creak
& a ceiling of brooding sky
but the wind howls through the halls
where memories drift
from wall to crumbling wall
untethered
but not free to depart
dust builds in corners
untouched
where thoughts once swirled
now fallen
listless & forgotten
fingers clutch a trembling match
as flame flickers in anticipation
determination wavers
turn it all to kindling...
or blow...
#choices
#confessional
#family #sadness
#family #sadness
132 reads
12 Comments
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