Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 9:59am
7th Apr 2025 9:59am
Memories
It was almost buried in the sand.
I remember the sunny sky and his hand.
It feels like I took so many things for granted.
All the memories I had above.
I was a kid and had almost all I wanted.
And yearned for the things I never had.
Like he smell of sand in the air.
And my long,dark brown hair.
I remember just having fun.
No stress,and no need to run.
But sometimes,you don't miss something until you lose it.
If only I could be a kid once again.
I would feel better than a changed man.
I remember the way we...
I remember the sunny sky and his hand.
It feels like I took so many things for granted.
All the memories I had above.
I was a kid and had almost all I wanted.
And yearned for the things I never had.
Like he smell of sand in the air.
And my long,dark brown hair.
I remember just having fun.
No stress,and no need to run.
But sometimes,you don't miss something until you lose it.
If only I could be a kid once again.
I would feel better than a changed man.
I remember the way we...
#hope
#memorial
#nostalgia #uplifting
#nostalgia #uplifting
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 10:46am
5th Jan 2025 10:46am
Letter To You
I am writing a letter today.
For a person I used to know by name.
I am writing to see if you are well.
I hope I find you happy,swell.
Let me write this letter in ink.
I'll stamp it and begin to think.
Maybe this letter will find you one day.
Years later,on a sunny day.
Maybe you will read my cursive and smile.
And remember our memories,that lasted a while.
I'm gonna add in cursive ink.
I'll stamp it in a blink.
I'll add in all my love and appreciation.
For our friendship,a whole another nation.
For...
For a person I used to know by name.
I am writing to see if you are well.
I hope I find you happy,swell.
Let me write this letter in ink.
I'll stamp it and begin to think.
Maybe this letter will find you one day.
Years later,on a sunny day.
Maybe you will read my cursive and smile.
And remember our memories,that lasted a while.
I'm gonna add in cursive ink.
I'll stamp it in a blink.
I'll add in all my love and appreciation.
For our friendship,a whole another nation.
For...
#happiness
#memorial
#nostalgia
#sadness
#uplifting
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Feral
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 11:36pm
8th Dec 2024 11:36pm
westling
The sun was high when you were called
to your final work;
the flame spiral reaching the center of its journey and
- releasing -
Tonight,
when the Sonoran coyotes gather in the liminal
light of dusk, they will sing the names of the dead
with their eyes full of stars and their mouths full of blooms.
This time,
you will be among them - as something new.
As name, as spirit, as coyote yourself
flowing into sacred song.
As for we who remain - our hearts,
heavy with the grief that is unhomed Love,
will find our...
to your final work;
the flame spiral reaching the center of its journey and
- releasing -
Tonight,
when the Sonoran coyotes gather in the liminal
light of dusk, they will sing the names of the dead
with their eyes full of stars and their mouths full of blooms.
This time,
you will be among them - as something new.
As name, as spirit, as coyote yourself
flowing into sacred song.
As for we who remain - our hearts,
heavy with the grief that is unhomed Love,
will find our...
#death
#love
#memorial
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Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 2:32am
23rd Nov 2024 2:32am
I Still Don't Like Kerouac, Papa
When your father dies of an opioid overdose,
your stepmother will call
at 1:27pm on a gray and freezing January afternoon.
She can't articulate much of anything,
or you can't hear much of anything
or all words are caught and suffocated into a quantum vortex
because you can't remember being told
"your father is dead, and he died from an opiate overdose,"
you only remember suddenly knowing, as the truth
rises from its depression cave
stretches its long limbs,
complains about its back,
puts on thermal long johns, ...
your stepmother will call
at 1:27pm on a gray and freezing January afternoon.
She can't articulate much of anything,
or you can't hear much of anything
or all words are caught and suffocated into a quantum vortex
because you can't remember being told
"your father is dead, and he died from an opiate overdose,"
you only remember suddenly knowing, as the truth
rises from its depression cave
stretches its long limbs,
complains about its back,
puts on thermal long johns, ...
#death
#father
#grief
#heroin
#memorial
537 reads
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cabcool
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 3:31pm
19th Nov 2024 3:31pm
2024 November Poems >> i fathom not why He should choose the least
No. 08
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song, ...
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song, ...
#death
#grief
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
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2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 9:41am
22nd Oct 2024 9:41am
Injustices of being a lizard (collaboration with AfterSexDilemma)
Their cold blooded,
In need of heavy thick air
Something in their conscious now
To summon them, I would not dare!
Serpents tongues and leathery skin
Reflections of fearful eyes
Don't come to close,
Possession begins,
When they hypnotize!
Camouflaged in the night.
Absorbing sunlight.
The heat of a solar flare.
Dogging the cows,
Their blood boiling now.
Chasing the innocent hare.
The eyes of insight.
Intelligence and know how,
The bonding begins.
Emotions planted and plowed.
Inside...
In need of heavy thick air
Something in their conscious now
To summon them, I would not dare!
Serpents tongues and leathery skin
Reflections of fearful eyes
Don't come to close,
Possession begins,
When they hypnotize!
Camouflaged in the night.
Absorbing sunlight.
The heat of a solar flare.
Dogging the cows,
Their blood boiling now.
Chasing the innocent hare.
The eyes of insight.
Intelligence and know how,
The bonding begins.
Emotions planted and plowed.
Inside...
#animals
#grief
#memorial #rhyming
#memorial #rhyming
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AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 4:56pm
21st Oct 2024 4:56pm
The Injustices of being a lizard(collab w/ Vision_of_insanity)
They're cold blooded,
In need of heavy thick air
Something in their conscious now
To summon them, I would not dare!
Serpents tongues and leathery skin
Reflections of fearful eyes
Don't come to close,
Possession begins,
When they hypnotize!
Camouflaged in the night.
Absorbing sunlight.
The heat of a solar flare.
Dodging the cows,
Their blood boiling now.
Chasing the innocent hare.
The eyes of insight.
Intelligence and know how,
The bonding begins.
Emotions planted and plowed.
Inside...
In need of heavy thick air
Something in their conscious now
To summon them, I would not dare!
Serpents tongues and leathery skin
Reflections of fearful eyes
Don't come to close,
Possession begins,
When they hypnotize!
Camouflaged in the night.
Absorbing sunlight.
The heat of a solar flare.
Dodging the cows,
Their blood boiling now.
Chasing the innocent hare.
The eyes of insight.
Intelligence and know how,
The bonding begins.
Emotions planted and plowed.
Inside...
#animals
#grief
#memorial
160 reads
5 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 9:59am
7th Oct 2024 9:59am
Childhood Memories
if I could live there just one day.
I would go back to happy times and sway.
I would visit stormy winters with friends.
Visits at the beach,make amends.
When I was young and nobody pretends.
We would travel to far away lands using our imagination.
And we would stay together like a whole another nation.
We would be safe in our own station.
Of friendship,love,desparation.
Like the day I were sad and you told me a joke.
I didn't get it,but it gave me hope.
It cheered me up and dried my tears.
But eventually,I had...
I would go back to happy times and sway.
I would visit stormy winters with friends.
Visits at the beach,make amends.
When I was young and nobody pretends.
We would travel to far away lands using our imagination.
And we would stay together like a whole another nation.
We would be safe in our own station.
Of friendship,love,desparation.
Like the day I were sad and you told me a joke.
I didn't get it,but it gave me hope.
It cheered me up and dried my tears.
But eventually,I had...
#childhood
#hope
#memorial
#sadness
#uplifting
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
15th Jun 2024 3:53am
15th Jun 2024 3:53am
Sixes and Sevens
This was the year they should have been walking across stage
Caps and gowns with smiles and cheers all around
This was supposed to be the year they were going to graduate
Instead
We still reel over what happened on that dreadful day
This was the summer they were supposed to spread their wings
Off to adventures, like falling in love or going away on vacation
Some would have been heading to college for higher education
Instead
We’re left wondering with what could have been
No parent should ever have to bury a child ...
Caps and gowns with smiles and cheers all around
This was supposed to be the year they were going to graduate
Instead
We still reel over what happened on that dreadful day
This was the summer they were supposed to spread their wings
Off to adventures, like falling in love or going away on vacation
Some would have been heading to college for higher education
Instead
We’re left wondering with what could have been
No parent should ever have to bury a child ...
#grief
#heartbroken
#memorial
256 reads
9 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
22nd May 2024 00:42am
22nd May 2024 00:42am
at the end of a day
the days end flares like the
expression on a dog's face
trapped on the highway
knowing the jig is up as an
eighteen wheeler approaches
as I settle in for the evening,
nothing more than a mole in a
burrow
laying here smoking
these worn down old
bones into oblivion
I think about writers I
have loved:
Fante
Hemingway
Carroll
Sexton
Kerouac
I wonder where they
have gone
and what they are doing
right now
expression on a dog's face
trapped on the highway
knowing the jig is up as an
eighteen wheeler approaches
as I settle in for the evening,
nothing more than a mole in a
burrow
laying here smoking
these worn down old
bones into oblivion
I think about writers I
have loved:
Fante
Hemingway
Carroll
Sexton
Kerouac
I wonder where they
have gone
and what they are doing
right now
#memorial
#tragedy
199 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
24th Apr 2024 2:50am
24th Apr 2024 2:50am
Unreasonable
It’s tough to deal with people who are difficult
They try your patience, they try your nerves
And though you may try to put yourself in their shoes
Your intuition should let know they’re being absurd
Unreasonable people are just blind to plain logic
They fail to see the irony, let alone their hypocrisy
And if you try to use reason and rationality with them
They are sure to erupt and be enraged by the audacity
They will use sarcasm and wit to deflect or avert
Trying to belittle you with their superior knowledge
But you’ll feel there...
They try your patience, they try your nerves
And though you may try to put yourself in their shoes
Your intuition should let know they’re being absurd
Unreasonable people are just blind to plain logic
They fail to see the irony, let alone their hypocrisy
And if you try to use reason and rationality with them
They are sure to erupt and be enraged by the audacity
They will use sarcasm and wit to deflect or avert
Trying to belittle you with their superior knowledge
But you’ll feel there...
#LifeStruggles
#memorial
#patience
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2 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 2:36am
7th Apr 2024 2:36am
Embracing The Aquatic - Heat 3
If we pay to use
the neighborhood pool,
you will join the swim team.”
A parental edict
we thought was real mean.
Getting up early
on Summer-break day's
Mounting old, purple
Schwinn bicycle,
slowly, reluctantly peddling…
sloth off to practice
for a Saturday meet
Beach towel, goggles
dangling ‘roun neck.
Wearing too brief,
light/darker blue-striped Speedo.
Splashers’ mandated
racing suit…
that if worn today,
would get me arrested.
Greeted each day
by smiley Coach Butch...
the neighborhood pool,
you will join the swim team.”
A parental edict
we thought was real mean.
Getting up early
on Summer-break day's
Mounting old, purple
Schwinn bicycle,
slowly, reluctantly peddling…
sloth off to practice
for a Saturday meet
Beach towel, goggles
dangling ‘roun neck.
Wearing too brief,
light/darker blue-striped Speedo.
Splashers’ mandated
racing suit…
that if worn today,
would get me arrested.
Greeted each day
by smiley Coach Butch...
#childhood
#water
#memorial #sports
#memorial #sports
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