#poems of life

[getcareless]

Triolet Poem #39

I guess this is the waiting game, so I'll be stationed. By the tree, You will not find me chasing fame. I guess this is the waiting game; a subtle switch or stay the same. This is the time to wait and see, I guess this is the waiting game. So I'll be stationed by the tree.

"By The Tree", JEP

[marianadelmarrr]

Maritime forest

We synchronize the children with our polyrhythmic afrobeat

Transfixed,

Our eyes as their anchor,

Ardent eyes burn darker,

our ancestors living through us, Yang feels it.

Yang’s presence speaks for itself.

A fire burning in the forest, arousing envy, most of us don’t burn bright anymore,

Yang a real man with a real life who knows pain, misery, anger but also joy, healing, control, wisdom, and balance. He raps and sings in any space, he’s not afraid of mortal things. He implants seeds into the mortal youth, they’ve lost their minds in a sad existence, they’ve never burned like Yang.

Life’s more beautiful when you can scat amongst the forest fires.

Only Yin truly understands his scat. Yang guards her from the cold breeze he can feel is approaching Yin twenty miles away.

Yin knows anger and defeat but sings to heal herself and the earth, to bring it back to its knees, birds singing, peace. She hums by the water. The earth bends to her will after years of suffering. The children can blossom under the cold day, some call her mother, some call her Yemaya, often forgetting where they come from.

Yin and Yang’s love burns,

Water and fire come alive

In this maritime forest,

They feed each other for generations,

They will feed you…

-Mariana

[marineashnalikyan]

[rieroe]

I’m sorry I never got the chance to make you a painting. I would paint your favorite thing, I’m also sorry I never found out what your favorite thing is.

[pathlesswandering]

Confessions

I want someone to love me

Because I can’t admit

That I won’t live the dream I’ve dreamed

Ever since I was a kid

I think I’d sell my liver

And parts of my own soul

If it meant you’d love me

I’d let you have it all

I want to be the one you pick

Even if you pick me last

But I’d die to be the one you pick

Without having to ask

And it gets worse as time goes on

I cant wait even describe

The way I wish that I’d be seen

By anyone with eyes

[lionsheartpoetssoul]

“Back On Neil Ave”

Sunday morning and I’m alone again,

Shuffling around my empty apartment.

I sit and think of another life of other potential,

Of grocery shopping together as it rains.

I push the cart even though it squeaks,

You read the list off in a singsong voice.

You talk about making candied jalapeños,

I groan and wonder aloud how that’ll taste.

Oh but you’re my honey hearted man you say,

You laugh so softly and I smile slowly.

In this life we have never been cruel,

And I went to therapy early and got sober.

In this life we never said anything terrible,

And on this morning I’m not alone.

[poetryforall]

[thoughtcascades]

idk how to flirt but i can make things awkward if you're into that

[usefulquotes7]

[omneco]

[resqectable]

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

Sylvia Plath

[getcareless]

Generated

Generated by you

these parts stayed too long

and I’m going to the moon.

I left with too many white lies.

It’s over.

Your face tells it all;

about last night and

about your lips.

My mind and my space went all in it.

Spirited away, I felt the stars.

Oh, I’m not an actor but I’ll be

anyone you want me to be.

JEP

[perfectfeelings]

I stopped explaining myself when I realized people only understand from their level of perception.

Unknown

[stay-close]

Please stop destroying what is left of your heart by constantly thinking about things that have broken you.

Unknown

[futuristic-koala]