The Rain Pt. 2 - poem by Scott Schear (rain, homeless, free verse) One Cleveland Junior High School. Poets I Follow Embracing sunset, Feet on cool grey sand, Waves washing over sandcastles, Carefree thoughts, Against the Wall. The Hands Pt. 3. Overland Park 4/13/14. The Hands Pt. 2. The Hands. The First Step. By Poets I Follow 4/6/14. Futures Not Yet When. Trust is Vulnerable. The Cycle. My Selves. The Bindings. Learn or Die. Emotionelle. Access Denied. Alone. In a Harsh World. Woman Lovely. Edit Post ‹ A Blue Horse and Flowers — WordPress. By Poets I Follow 3/30/14. Less Than Half My Age. "Why Do I" by Hannah G. Times, Days and Moments. Plaything by Arabella Song. As Gentle as a Beloved's First Tentative Kiss. The Not Dead Again Project. A Poet's Fear.
A Poet’s Fear The crickets chirp a poet’s lament Minor chords of rejection My room is light but I can’t see Through the darkness of my torment Reaching out to bear my heart Wanting only to create beauty My object takes a sidelong glance And then always turns to depart What the hell were you thinking I hear that nagging voice Why’d you think you’re good enough Then I feel my heart sinking I awake once more at 4 o’clock So I can check my phone There isn’t anything new for me Just a murdered fantasy outlined in chalk Then I resolve not to look again Of course it’s a hollow promise At 6 AM I have my phone Like an alcoholic I’m unable to abstain.
What Might Be/The Rack is not Ruin. We Too Are Leaves. Leaning back against her roots It’s quite a different view Straight out her branches reaching Relax awhile they’re teaching Pendulating from their anchors Compassing tiny arcs Motivated by the breeze And shades of green describing these Meandering the shadows move Like dancers on a stage Accompanied by song birds And silence sung instead of words Bursts of light within the shade Flickering on like stars Never in the same shape twice And yes dying now would suffice There is wisdom in her patterns While looking up a tree She doesn’t plan her growing She’s the witness to her knowing Pendulating from our beliefs Compassing all our thoughts Motivated by our needs And with our shades we’re just like leaves Like this: Like Loading...
No Highlighter? If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda I want you to know one thing.
You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. The Bride's Ballade. Blind Propagation. If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda I want you to know one thing.
You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. The Same Game. The Same Game There’s a little girl inside my heart And there’s a little boy too Desperate for each other’s love But for all the grief that they’ve been through There is a chord that’s connecting them But it’s really just a thread Much to frayed to bear a load Those times and what was done and not said They need each other the boy and girl Which they can’t seem to admit A continent between them Allows them not to commit To looking inside at who they are Behind their walls erected Taking peeks over the tops Crippled by fear of being rejected So there they sit alone and in pain Raggamuffins just the same With no umbrellas for the rain Neither are tired of their game Like this: Like Loading...
Ode to Nature's Elegy. Ode to Nature’s Elegy Dormant branches hanging know What escapes the best of minds The rolling river understands Where the heart cannot go Things that math cannot glean Rock have figured out The riparian has witnessed many times What man has never seen As souls we are creative It is our greatest strength Not just what we paint or write But how to love and give A mother and her child The bond so tightly bound Butterflies and freebirds Their passions all so wild.
