Five Minute Poetry ~Disjointed~

My writing muscles are weak

Aching in my sleep

Looking glass

Sparkles never last

Bubbles pop

flat dreams turn

colorless

Rhythm missing dirge

seeps up from the past

in an empty glass

appearing real

these fantasies turn

Were you here?

Never can I say I didn’t try

to remind myself not to cry

As Shakespeare words play upon

my dreams through the cracks

of my mind,

to love and die

a midnight dreary

comes not my knight to

dry my eyes

Concubines of time between dry pages

Words slip past

stop the madness

get out of the future

relax into the now

too much dreaming

too much regretting

too much heart pounding believing.

 

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Yay…please leave a comment with the title for the poem below the picture and how long you think it took me to write it.

It’s Friday…fun day…glad it’s not a Monday 🙂

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We grow

We change

We remain the same

All of our yesterday’s go up

In flames

Tomorrow is a gaping hole

Not sure what it might hold

Take a leap

Stand up straight

Eyes of love look deep

Within

Its faith

That’s what it takes

To win

At this game

We call life

 

It sits there in the back,

Crowding out love and joy

Reminding you what you had

all you’ve lost

what could have been

but never was

There it waits hidden beneath a memory

burns to the touch

a blink of an eye,

hopes turn to ash,

cold and dry,

the past,

you should be free

but it won’t leave,

coloring everything

there is no getting over it,

grief does not leave

it is the unwanted guest

who comes to stay.

My love of Poetry

Writing poetry is personal and it is healing. My belief is that it does not have to be great or universal but it certainly should be your own truth. I started writing really bad poetry around the age of twelve. Writing and reading enabled me to work through the trauma, abuse, abandonment and I am forever grateful. And that is why I share what I write.

I love writing poetry for the emotional release and personal revelations it has given me. So the poem I wrote this morning may not be something that speaks to you or that you will even like. But maybe there is one other person who will read it and can relate to the words that I wrote this morning.           Choose to be happy…we can if we try 😉

 

 

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Sunshine

Burns my eyes

Reminds me of

Oh light of mine,

I walk alone in twilight

Escape the past

Distraction does not last

Open eyes reality melts

A deep abyss the past

Release the hold

It has on my soul

From hands gone cold

Burning bright

Sparks of light

Keep me up at night

Remember when’s

once whispered

carried away

on

hallowing winds

Wings of prey

Consume

 my mind

Unheard,

Little lies

We tell ourselves of better times

When all along it was a different song,

hummed along

truth settled

underneath

it’s what we do

To survive