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"Sprinkling delicacies in your irises,
Floating gently to sit besides you, and tell a tale or two."
I hold the hands of the sleepless trying to give them
the nudge to the early morn.
Numerous sense my presence as I pull them from the
dark images below the eyelids,to turn off that movie projector.
This task takes floating from individual to individual.
I.
I travel on to a hospital down the road and,
all dreams of death will pour out of their pores, a cancer stank.
I collect the offensive odor and prepare them for the next days givings.
II.
To the no nonsense lawyers and doctors with dreams of surgery.
I send them success in things other then employment; something to cling on.
III.
The little girls teddy bear has fallen off her pillow and I wish to cuddle her;
this untainted perfect vessel without societies fingerprint marks.
But I must move on to the next moonlight windowsill.
IV.
I am moving down the road when I see a wobbly finger, a lost soul.
She is ready to sleep and forget the nights without a roof over her head.
Landing in a wobbly bend, I apply my magic touch and float off.
V. My last visitor is a man I have been watching for many nights, not giving in to sleep.
I crouch and watch him up writing poem after poem, verse after verse cut out.
He turns suddenly and winks at me, a bow required from me.
Even as I settle down when dawn breaks, the image of the man is stuck in my mind.
Floating gently to sit besides you, and tell a tale or two."
I hold the hands of the sleepless trying to give them
the nudge to the early morn.
Numerous sense my presence as I pull them from the
dark images below the eyelids,to turn off that movie projector.
This task takes floating from individual to individual.
I.
I travel on to a hospital down the road and,
all dreams of death will pour out of their pores, a cancer stank.
I collect the offensive odor and prepare them for the next days givings.
II.
To the no nonsense lawyers and doctors with dreams of surgery.
I send them success in things other then employment; something to cling on.
III.
The little girls teddy bear has fallen off her pillow and I wish to cuddle her;
this untainted perfect vessel without societies fingerprint marks.
But I must move on to the next moonlight windowsill.
IV.
I am moving down the road when I see a wobbly finger, a lost soul.
She is ready to sleep and forget the nights without a roof over her head.
Landing in a wobbly bend, I apply my magic touch and float off.
V. My last visitor is a man I have been watching for many nights, not giving in to sleep.
I crouch and watch him up writing poem after poem, verse after verse cut out.
He turns suddenly and winks at me, a bow required from me.
Even as I settle down when dawn breaks, the image of the man is stuck in my mind.
Literature
Goodbye
I want to mutter a million things,
but they’re catching in my throat
And my heart is heavy in my chest,
with a weight that holds a heavy load
This weight is not a pound of gold,
but rather a pound of worthless rocks
And now I’m spitting bits of gravel
as I try to talk
Literature
Crying
Baby cries for the mommy
Boy cries for the attention
Teen cries for the confusion
Man cries for the reality
Senior cries for the regret
Deceased cries for the living
No matter who we are
Powerful or weak
Happy or depressed
Rich or poor
Popular or alone
We all weep together
One way or another
Literature
Stand Against Suicide
I know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe
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I wasn't sure if I should post this poem but I decided to go ahead and do it! x3 I did change up the format a little bit, I don't know what I think about it yet!
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Hey there,
Prettyflour here on behalf of with the critique you requested.
I think the imagery is strong here- especially that first stanza- really sucked me into the story.
Your concept is interesting and the formating suited the words really well. You me entertained from start to finish with a really well written poem that filled with with images being...kind of chased by death, but it was hopeful too.
A well written poem, an impactful one. I don’t have any constructive feedback to offer on this. I like it just the way it is.
Thank you for sharing.
Prettyflour here on behalf of with the critique you requested.
I think the imagery is strong here- especially that first stanza- really sucked me into the story.
Your concept is interesting and the formating suited the words really well. You me entertained from start to finish with a really well written poem that filled with with images being...kind of chased by death, but it was hopeful too.
A well written poem, an impactful one. I don’t have any constructive feedback to offer on this. I like it just the way it is.
Thank you for sharing.