today i dove
into the heart of lies
the birth of silence
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Posted in Poetry on April 21, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Posted in Poetry on April 15, 2013| Leave a Comment »
poetry by unknown authors
is a heartfelt rhyme so to speak.
tangle me anon in lofty hair,
laugh and fault none – languish, seek
a newfound word for pail and
glass – these the works of those
we had. for once i was the love
of a girl with pale
for a name. i a boy
who loved her and was her
travail.
Posted in Poetry on April 15, 2013| Leave a Comment »
have you heard the dying of the voice
have you seen the fading of the light
slowly drawing over all the flowers
of home and hearth and lonely land.
carry me home in my current daze let
me be, let me live my crime. grief
was a child we both learned to love,
a balm for filled out dreams. and
i was an arc across her joyous laugh,
hers a mouth that breathed my life
for kisses we learned to live without.
smiles, that got out of hand.
Posted in Poetry on April 14, 2013| 1 Comment »
have
you ever experienced
the world as trying
to silence you?
Posted in Poetry on April 14, 2013| Leave a Comment »
what
happened on
the other side
of the mountain.
i go alone
and think of you always.
Posted in Philosophy, Poetry on April 14, 2013| Leave a Comment »
behind every unhappiness, an unheard story.
Posted in Poetry on April 11, 2013| Leave a Comment »
roethke
de ep in th e ir roo ts, al l flo wers
keep the light
d
eep in the
their
r oot
s all f lo wers k eep the light
de e
p in
the ir ro
o t s all
flow ers k
e ep t h e ligh
t
deep in t heir r oots all
flo wers ke ep th e light
deep in their roots
all flowers keep the light
safe
Posted in Poetry on April 11, 2013| Leave a Comment »
what contempt
have I earned today
from a world beyond reach
and which is slowly
draining down the valley floor
of all my dreams?
Posted in Poetry on April 11, 2013| Leave a Comment »
the king’s charter
all major works in distraint
brought i a tired sheep met
one day in the meadow,
the life blood of which captured naught
but an ancient soul of the shire
withal condemned
for a time to wander about the earth.
there i lay and considered
an enduring rhyme you once sent to me
only with your eyes.
Posted in Poetry on April 11, 2013| Leave a Comment »
we learned some time ago
to set ourselves free from truth,
and true became another
word for
acceptable.
was it snow tea
or leather bound books
that united us.
a tantrum of dust?
wall-flowers.
mis-trust?
metonymy4u 