Category: Poetry (Page 31 of 36)

If today is but a reflection of time
Spent longing and searching for more,
Would you grasp me and hold me forever
As if you had never known me before?

If I say that pain lasts forever,
That memories are wishes come true,
Would you still hold onto the day that ended the way
That this time with me was cherished by you?

If fate turned today to forever,
With tomorrow an end that we knew
Would you choose to be eternally grateful
If I spent this forever with you?

There just doesn’t seem to be enough time
To change the things that I have ruined
Time with.
There just aren’t enough ways to say enough times
Or do enough things to end the pain I’ve spent
Time with.

If memories mold us forever
If the footprints behind choose the path up ahead
What hope do we have in the walking
Perhaps the living are already dead?

We ignore all the love left in passing
Instead it’s the pain that we choose,
Yesterday becomes our eternal today
Such comfort where nothing gets soothed.

I just hope today is enough time to know
Enough time to grow beyond the things we kill
Time with
It’s just long enough I hope I’ll know
How to show my love with those that I spend
Time with.

I am at that point
I see over the ledge into the end of nothing
The darkness, pure and hateful
Encompasses all beneath me, all that I surround.

I feel but a faint breeze,
A stirring in the silence that enshrouds me
Such silence that makes this breeze remarkable
But a drop of water is an ocean to a thirsty man.

I reach out for you, you respond
You hold me tightly to your breast,
You give me pause to see but a single point of light
You give me hope to be so much more.

Such light, the darkness fades,
Such warmth, the comfort of this moment,
And I step back from the ledge,
There is no need to seek its prescription.

And I feel love, I feel loved
I am love, I give love,
Such things are never to be forgotten,
Such things are never to be lost.

And as you let go, your smile shall never fade
For it is you, it is love,
It has saved me, it has taught me
And I can never let it go.

I sleep but not to rest
I pause but not to think
I eat but not to be nourished
I pray but not to find forgiveness.

I grab a hold but not to hold on
I take a seat but not to rest
I long to be but all to you
I seek those things that cannot be found.

I find victory in all defeat
I find defeat in every win
I drink in all but do not thirst
I see the light as all light fades.

I am hopeless I am hopeful
I am so happy I can cry
I am so lonely I need to be alone
I am so right that I know that I am wrong.

I am hopeless, lost, and have never had more hope or been more found.

You came to me as if in a dream,
And scolded my innocence, disciplined my naivete,
You pushed me into some beckoned call,
And whispered softly words I cannot recall.

That look, that look,
That eager look that haunts me still,
You took what you wanted, you gave nothing more,
You had certainly sung this song before.

In the blink of an eye, in the sound of a gasp,
My world became distorted, such things became a blur,
You came as did I, you went as did I,
Some things will never be the same.

This blade of grass I hold
Or does this blade of grass hold me?
Such divinity in its simplicity,
Such simplicity is its divinity,
To be held by such a thing
Is to see life as it is meant to be lived.

A breeze takes hold of this part of me
This part of me that is free
And whisks it away in such abiding revelry
To go where Being says it must,
To be as time shall make it be,
Without complaint it rides the wave
And seeks to be no other place.

For what is a tree if not part of me?
What is this blade of grass if not me?
What is it that defines that what the wind does hold?
There is not one Being in this place
Who is a sum of the parts that make it seem to be
Who we are is the force that holds these parts as one,
Who makes those parts the simple word: “me”.

So, you want to push me over?
Knock the wind out of me?
Bring it on, work the bag,
And see that what you think you know and what is real are vastly different.

You think you own me?
That somehow I owe you the very air I breathe?
I owe you, that is certain,
But the price you request is certainly not the price I can pay.

So, you can take me or you can leave me,
but choose all the same,
And either accept or deny,
For the sun does not change colors at the whims of those who deem it must.

I am me, not you or your vision
You are you, not me or what I think should be,
So either we can let go of things
Things that aren’t or or things that are, things that were or things that aren’t.

Let go we must.

She stares at me, this thing
that warrants no reply,
True warmth grasps and takes hold,
in a way I can’t deny.

I hear her call, and beckon me,
beyond what I can endure,
In truth such warmth is in me,
It’s the rest that stays impure.

A sultry pose, a warm embrace,
A tender kiss that leads to sin,
It’s the lustful sounds of pending night
It’s the me that cannot win.

She tests me, holds me, conquers me,
A test of wills indeed,
And as I fall to take a breath,
It’s the me that won’t succeed.

To find this dream of mine,
Is to find the crystal clear waters of eternity
Wrapped in some forgotten tapestry
To which mine eyes can only see.

This is not but to the morrow that one can sense it
That one can feel the end of all things,
Lost in the desires that make poets weep,
Is the truth that can finally release these bounds of hell to heaven.

Take such a swim in this unrelenting memory
To beg of time to be in such replay
Do over those things that pain us so
I’d rather to be forgotten than to be remembered in such a way.

You cannot put your sweet head on my arm,
For to sting your mind so is to torture your soul
Such is relapse in some scene of swift tragedy,
Is such a delay of the sun from peeking beyond its horizon.

Formidable is the dew that settled on the hard ground this night,
Yet none compares to the light of Apollo’s love
Hold such light until it burst forth from all of you,
And do not let the darkness find your heart.

Do take my arm in yours, do feel my form before it dies,
Do hold the clouds before your eyes the brief time they are there,
Find that which is the love that you yourself have asked for,
And find you may never need ask again.

i do feel that which i should not
such a time cannot be left unnoticed
for it owns us all, treats us to such ecstasy,
and then shows us such things are but nothing.

to feel such fluttering on my crown
to feel such spring from within my root,
is to feel nothing but what is intended
and to see intent in all that i feel.

from this heat to cold
from this life to the next
to seek beyond such an invisible wall
is to peek around into the end of infinity.

alive! this is alive!
for the gaps between the stars above
create the space to serve their existence
the pain shall be endured by each of them.