#oregon poetry

[sarahsinferno]

I watch from the edges of eternity,

a silent witness to your stumbling steps,

your heart full of questions

as you navigate the labyrinth

of your uncharted existence.

unnamed/unfinished- S.T. 2021

[adrnlopz]

Meant To Be

If we’re meant to be, one day we will be.

Till then, I’m going to let you be.

Approach you as a friend because that’s all I can be.

Even though I carry feelings for you within me.

When I think, hear, or see you, they spark up instantly.

But I have to remain strong; I can’t let it get to me.

So I kick back with the homies, smoke some weed,

And not think about how it used to be.

- Adrn Lopz: My Heart & Mind

[peacefulbagofbones]

~ living for the hope of it all

[complexparadise]

lovesick,

couldn’t help thinking of what it was like to love you.

even if i did alone to pass by,

the world ended consuming the mind.

yet, it all faded cause of you.

sick with love,

so ill that i ache.

if only these things worked.

[lagalerieonline]

“the drive

won’t take long;

only 17 miles

to go.”

[sherrylephotography]

@sherrylephotography 4/25/22

A golden gem on the horizon

[anulativxx]

— Oceanside, OR

[svamppp]

The land shouldn't stay stagnant,

Every part of the earth needs room to move, to grow, to breathe.

Here we can never walk the same path as before,

Here the wind erases any lines you draw in the sand.

So none of this will be the same again.

The land will restore itself, The songs we sing releasing into the wind,

Your worries swept out to the sea.

There are specks of sand left in our souls.

So I will never be the same again,

The world now holds new meaning.

[felixayala]

"Loving me isn't easy, I have sharp edges, I have missing parts."

Model @salvajekitty

[silenceisgoldenbutductapeisilver]

Insta: 80cansofworms

[nicole-alexandria]

“I know, you never intended to be in this world. But you're in it all the same.

So why not get started immediately. I mean, belonging to it.

There is so much to admire, to weep over. And to write music or poems about.”

—Mary Oliver

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Nicole Alexandria

[adrnlopz]

That's Not Him

I express myself better with a pen,

Letting the words flow as they tend,

To the pain and sadness I carry within.

What’s he talking about? That’s not him.

Blinded by the light that my aura gleams,

The result of darker times I used to breathe.

Can’t blame, I tend to not share,

Conservative with my life.

You never know when evil cares.

- Adrn Lopz: My Heart & Mind

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Oregon Winter

Jeanne McGahey

The rain begins. This is no summer rain,

Dropping the blotches of wet on the dusty road:

This rain is slow, without thunder or hurry:

There is plenty of time – there will be months of rain.

Lost in the hills, the old gray farmhouses

Hump their backs against it, and smoke from their chimneys

Struggles through weighted air. The sky is sodden with water,

It sags against the hills, and the wild geese,

Wedge-flying, brush the heaviest cloud with their wings.

The farmers moved unhurried. The wood is in,

The hay has long been in, the barn lofts piled

Up to the high windows, dripping yellow straws.

There will be plenty of time now, time that will smell of fires,

And drying leather, and catalogues, and apple cores.

The farmers clean their boots, and whittle, and drowse.

"Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle... And Other Modern Verse" - compiled by Stephen Dunning, Edward Lueders, and Hugh Smith

[clover-will]

[sherrylephotography]

@sherrylephotography 5/25/22

Simmering deep blue with a whisper of gold. Day folds into night.

Astoria Oregon, USA

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