#poem 12

[sorry-im-paranoid]

I cannot comprehend how you do not want

To soar the sky on tawny feathered wings

And see the land below you, spread out

Like a puzzle you have solved

Knowing that you, you of all people,

Are above the problems of others

Feel the wind on your face, tears in your eyes

Until they spill over and freeze on your cheeks

The wind whips away your laughs, tears the breath from your lungs

Mouth goes dry, limbs go numb

Your body is no longer yours to control, to love or to hate

Except for your wings, the wings that keep you suspended

And may someday bring you back down to Earth

Where your body and your problems become real again.

I cannot comprehend how easily you dismiss my dream.

[dragonfootprintsprose]

April 2023 Poem a Day Challenge #12

As much as I love romantic language in poems, and romanticism, it has it’s sides, it’s sense and sensibility. I was just thinking about healthy cynicism in this one, and of course-- you don’t have to romanticise something to appreciate it. That can actually do more harm than good to your relationship with the thing/person by causing a real disconnect. I thought about how very intelligent and even empathetic dog and cat owners love their pets but often don’t understand them and therefore punish them for things like “bad intent” that animals just don’t have, according to the most current research about what dogs and cats can understand and cognate. I do not love the language of my poem here, but it’s definitely a quick idea quaggleflack. 

[percybysshe]

years of you

you smell like lazy afternoons laugh like birds singing in the haze of the morning i could fall in your eyes and never find solid ground again i could live within you, in your smile like home in your arms like safety nets if you let me love you, let me love you like summer nights and fireflies like autumn rains and apple pie a love like winter storms and cold, dark nights spent warm beside one another like the spring blossoms trailing lazy in the breeze, like bright blue skies and a promise not to leave

[thehermitpoet]

letting go

frayed at the edges

fraying more as she picked

and picked

and picked at it

she pulled free

almost all of the threads

unravelling the knots

pulling apart the entire tapestry

unravelling the memories

returning them

to their individual threads

hoping that

the pain would lessen

without a concrete picture

to anchor to 

that the sorrow

would be cast

into the air

[a-moth-but-smarter]

How to spell the words?

I am never sure

What does the internet say?

It says I’m a turd

Thanks internet

[eutrophying]

Deleting

When it's hard to remember

It's hard to

Let go

Of anything

No matter how small

No matter how much it feels like garbage

When I was a child I'd collect trash from the ground

It was hard to see

Something discarded

Sometimes I feel discarded

Like trash

Tainted

Filled with a rottenness that cant be purged

And still

When I throw things away

They linger

In my fingers

And then I'm god

Saying good bye

Before I rid myself of something

No one wants

You can find me in the landfills

You can find me by the dumpsters

Looking for whats been tossed away

That someone should've tried to save

[dreadfu1beautiesblog]

Crazy Beautiful Life (Poem #12)

Waking up, Not knowing what happened the day before.

Being beautiful, Just the way you are.

Having long 'n crazy night. Waking up beside someone you don't know, Or on the bathroom floor. Not knowing where you are.

Having fun, Just being with friends. Getting into trouble.

Living life to the fullest. Not knowing if you're gonna die the next day.

Ride or die. Ride into the sunset, As the sun sets and the moon is high.

Never sleeping, As long as the moon is held high, In the night sky.

Living a crazy beautiful life.

Trying new stuff. Living a new way. Never sleeping. No time for stopping, As long as we're still livin'.

Living this crazy beautiful life.

[citizenwriter]

& the truth is my heart is in the stars you are my sun & I am your moon

excerpt; Citizenship #12