The Veil
When we are young
A veil is placed
In front of our eyes
Shielding us,
From the
Dangers
And horrors
In the real world.
Thats why children are
Happy
Careless
Naive
But eventually,
They get more serious,
Some get stressed
And others depressed
Contemplative poems
Contemplative poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
if's and why's
if love is a state of mind,
why does it hurt your heart?
if fear is just adrenaline,
why do we sense trouble
if i am just a mass of cells,
why do i need emotions
A haiku for November end
Coarse November ends:
chapped, brittle and crumbling away,
Baring the earth's jaws.
9· little things < big things
If the little things don't matter in retrospect,
how can the big things matter at all?
Truth
my lungs spread their wings to catch the updraft of my breath
the warmth of my breath brushes my lips
my tongue curves around the warm soft words
painting them with careful strokes
i love you
my tongue is leaden
it shapes the words into existence
polishing them into a semblance of truth
the molten lie drips from my lips
burning my mouth
i hate you
my tongue smooths these new words
gently shading them to life
i'm sorry
and this time my face mirrors what my mouth shapes
i am truly sorry
Time
The earth is a clock.
Their clock.
I watch their eyes drop, like their shoulders.
Unwilling to hold up the weight of the ticking clock anymore.
Frost begins to play with their features.
They are crumbling under the heavy hands of the clock.
Asit dictates beginnings and endings.
All they want is more time.
But their clock can't make exceptions.
It just presses on.
Cold.
Heavy.
Infinite, perhaps.
No one knows for sure where the clock began.
No one knows where it will end.
Captured
Life is like a cage,
and everything you love is holding the key.
When you trap yourself inside,
What will help you out?
You are what you love,
Not who loves you.
The people who want you out,
Aren't the people holding the key.
The Brightest Star
Star shining bright
Turquoise light
Glimmering, Shimmering,
In the night.
The dark black sky
Draws my eye,
To you, from you,
To a plane passing by.
But I still notice you,
O king of the heavens,
Your faint light aiding me
In my quest
To find my one true self,
My heart,
To know myself at my best.
Help me find that which others see,
* * *
Black
The color of depression
weaving its dark tendrils
into you life.
Purple
The color of the bruises
they give you because
you are different than they.
Red
the color of the blood
as you try to end it
here & now.
White
The color of the light
shining on you
as you get your final wish.
On the Topic of Sunflowers
A heart of darkness,
glowing orange,
A feathery halo.
The Magic of Moonlight
Moonlight
has this special
abillity
to wash away
blemishes,
imperfections,
leaving you stripped,
bare,
naked;
with nothing
but
the pure thruth:
the truth
of your heart
Susan Sarandon Said
Except that soon he won't be
What's that Boo? I said
It was breakfast, a messy rush into the day.
Coco-pops for her and coffee for me
"That's a dinosaur Dad, a dinosaur called Happy"
Oh yeah, I said,
what's he doing on your paper there
"Well, he went to the pool Dad, to have a drink, because he's thirsty"
"He's the colored up one... wait Dad, I have to do the dinosaur stomp"
So she did, a little two step-half-step stomp around the kitchen,
While I realized I'd forgotten to email the office about that thing
What about those, I said
"Those? Those are teeny tiny feet Dad,
because there's not much space on the page"
And that, what's that, I said,
checking the phone for the meeting time, Is that a tree
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