Death
Today someone died
You might have known them
But maybe not
Anyone could have known them
But maybe no one at all
But for all we know they died
And they're gone forever
Contemplative poems
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Perfect
Being flawed,
It's only human.
So alien are those,
Who have no compassion.
Commands should be followed,
Because of respect.
Not a deep fear,
Of becoming a reject.
Fairytales end,
With a happy pair.
But all hearts will,
Continously shed tears.
Endings can never,
Truly come.
Until I'm below ground,
And life's finally done.
Opposites
Drops of water,
Flowing seas.
Those who weep,
The happy.
A flickering match,
Burning countries.
Sorrows and worries,
So carefree.
Loving a memory,
So full of detest.
Holding a flower,
So lifeless.
A plate of food,
Empty stomach.
A helping hand,
For trouble.
Random rhymes
Eye capturing,
Yet deceiving.
Soul,
Madness,
Whole,
Disaster.
Heart entrapped,
Mind enraptured.
Unknown,
Feelings,
Just utter,
Longing.
Loving,
Leaving.
Sad,
Endings,
Parallel
Complements,
Praise,
Rare to attain.
Achievements,
Rewards,
Hard to sustain.
Doubt,
Dispair,
Not too uncommon.
Delight,
Happiness,
Long forgotten.
Ice,
Freezing,
Yet comforting.
Fire,
Two opposites
Faint music,
In the distance.
Drawing closer,
To my existence.
A worthless creation,
Cast away.
Returning now,
Revenge at bay.
Velvet curtains,
Silk sheets,
A life of riches,
And luxury.
Compared to these,
Pitiful beings.
Yet no one around,
To so much as see us.
Comparison
Trees,
To wind,
They tilt.
Flowers,
To drought,
They wilt.
Skin,
To soil,
It wears.
Mind,
To madness,
It tears.
Flames,
To water,
They drown.
Smiles,
The moon
Creating clones,
That resemble,
None.
Hiding beauty,
Show by only,
One.
Replacing warmth,
Bringing only,
Reflections.
Lighting up,
A dark sheet,
In fractions.
Holding no,
Real truth,
Or meaning.
Just to fill,
Light
It floods a room,
Exposing lies.
It shows you that day has arrived.
It chases shadows,
It reveals dreams,
It shows you what darkness cannot see.
It pierces the clouds,
That cover us.
Burning all I have to trust.
Be gone, light,
From this dark heart.
I have too many hidden scars.
Don't show them,
What I have concealed.
For I will drown in my own tears.
At Rosa Parks Commons
I could have sworn
the child was not
going to cry
when I told her
to stop chewing
on her fingers
and stay close so
I can see her
but yeah she cried
and yeah she screamed
and she stood on
the equipment
of the playground
looking like she
wanted to hitch
a ride out of
Ceremony
As he stumbles on the bus
he proclaims to the driver,
“I drank her under the table!”
How does one “drink” an
other; consume this other?
What role, the table, under which
his Passions play?
I do not wish to forsake this one or this other,
though I swear I do not know them.
I only know he stands, arms outstretched,
holding bus stanchions across the aisle
in cruciform stance.
I tell myself it is so he will not fall.
What if it is so he will not rise?
Canis
That stray dog
You know
That one folks take
enough liking to
it never goes feral
On occasion tossed a scrap
Here and there water left
in bowls to lap as that dog tramps
in and about the domestic yet
without any urge to join
That dog belongs
by not belonging
That dog is not ours
We are that dog’s
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