Tagged: poem

Hospital 0

Appointment

They are full today. It is a blocked date. We are dying to get in, everyone is dying; there is no room for death with nurses on vacation, so you’ll have to wait for...

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The Room

In the heart, there is a room That holds your deepest, darkest gloom. Inside that gloom there is a fright That your soul is no longer in sight. You cannot see quite who you are,...

Penguin Stare 0

Kill It

Sound Screams Fear postpone charlatan reactions to justice leaping into disastrous victory lies; even the good ones that create a vortex of honey in the pit of your stomach when the getaway is Scott...

Seaside Cliff 0

Curiosity

Gongs ring, serenity in a temple Mountains, ruins, waterfalls Lost in timelessness, the depths of a dream Tender hues looking through a prism Paths moving soft light, angle unfolds Rippling water, secrets are told...

Peaks 0

Peaks

The time has grown long. Many have stopped climbing and headed back down. Some have just decided to settle on the spot where they grew tired. And now, two more have chosen utterly different...

Bulbs 2

Rooms

room of light balls room of candles room of bluebells bluebird then the images disappear as they are wanted to more by URSULA RABAR BABIC

affliction poem 0

Drunk

Poem   Your lips – red as wine. The wine I drink every night and day – sweet, divine! I see tears on your cheeks- wet, burning your pallid skin. Little smile, sad and...

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Hey How About

Happily ever after? Let’s test that theory Further along Short woes Fill out the long form The dénouement is a laser show For the blind Tapestries seem to hang better Under stars Finally things...

Road, poem about liberation 1

Onwards

Poem My mind’s just beginning to settle Realizing this life is but an odyssey So I’m walking towards eternity Leaving behind whispers in each taken step This, I am sure, is true reincarnation I...

After The End 0

After The End  

Set me down in the ashes After the end of things. When the clocks have accepted their stillness. With cool silences stretching unfettered overhead. We could send our stories elsewhere, Off where they keep...

The Sea and Me 1

What It Takes

Stop waiting. You already have what it takes. Too often we live in procrastination Too often we forget to find meaning A chance to grow A chance to succeed A chance to taste sweet...

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The Weight

I was hollow shadows holding onto four hours of sleep and Ambien, wearing sunglasses inside, under excruciatingly dim lights. My eye sockets sinking into my cheekbones. People would visit my mom’s hospital room with...