Some benefit can come
from being a phantom
like frolicking
in the auras
of the benevolent and beloved
to easily escaping
from those
who try to trap you
in their own
loathsome miasma
but sometimes
the loneliness
is haunting.
Phantoms
Author: Paul
Hope
I long for the day
when the apricot sunrise
looks at the world
and feels only pleasure
rather than pity.
I await the evening
when the blushing sunset
kisses the world
feeling satisfied
in place of sorrow.
I hope for the night
when the moon
illuminates our souls
the glow melting
her morose melancholy
so she can experience
the true warmth of love.
The Craver
I am a craver of chaos
Isn’t everyone?
Those who say no
should skim a pebble
across__a__calm__lake
living every ripple
feeling every bo
__________-un
_____________-ce
as two worlds collide
in a fizzing
sploshing crescendo.
It intoxicates.
It liberates.
breaking the storm
clouded by dank fog
guided by wailing gulls
a ship clears the storm.
This was originally posted on my twitter @PaulWritesPoems without title or artwork. The original image was captured on the Northumberland coast in June 2020.
Shared Rhythms
I pressed my heart to the ground
Then my palms
Then my ears
And lay listening to the earth
Feeling a shared rhythm
It wasn’t a rapturous beat
But a slow swaying pulse
I was enchanted in that moment
For a brief eternity
Feeling close
Feeling connected
And the world was whispering words of love
While holding my hand
But the sun grew jealous
So tore us apart
With ferocious tears
And hot spiteful breath.
The last thing the earth felt
Was my palms turning to fists
Pushing myself away.
Candles
The flame glows brightly
a memory of life lost
burning out too fast.
Love Yourself
Curb your inner voice
it speaks in hateful language
always love yourself
Sleeves
Sleeves on grey wet eyes
rush to wipe away sorrow
rub the pain deeper
the fly
No more clapping palms.
A fly dead in shocked violence.
Silence falls. At last.
Hurt the Sky
Lightning pierces sky
wounding with crazed cruel intent
Thunder gives applause.
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