The slow burning day bruised by the sun
Swirls in the Helter-Skelter of slow motion whips
A visit to the hospital when you've had no sleep
And you want to tear out your limbs
The crow on the tree watching the pine
Sits like he's been waiting forever just to see a rainbow
Flushed red cheeks in the morning cold
100 waves pass, just another blur I'll forget
The sparrow, the willow, the aching need to feel
A purpose misplaced, the gold ring lost in plain sight
I am blurry eyed dancing in the storm of indifference
I push myself to remember, the touch of your face
A lifetime ago when I could hear the cars at night
While you were asleep it all came flooding back
The ever lasting sound of the TV in the background
The cold grey sky falling
The spray of rain calling out my name
In the brume, I seen ghosts I couldn't circumvent
Can't avoid the feeling of dying
I cleave to it, those blithe moments in between
The dark crescent moonlight fervid in the white-hot empyrean
Rapid tides growing
Piercing dolour fluctuating
Flaxen, fulgent beams, frolicking in nightmares
A garden blossomed in the iris, a city of dreams
Tied to hope with ribbons but I'm powerless
I allude, all the things I can't evade, they see me
Dew in my mouth, lachrymose blood in my hands
I drew a picture of Heaven and seen you like an angel
Lightsome, in the translucent ivory pictures of tomorrow's mind
I splash and rend, I think of myself in the afterlife
Landlocked, living with you, blue boy singing ocean songs
Time is the biggest mountain
Hallucinations in a morbid desert, rustling leaves in winter
I kick my feet, tread along the soaked pavement
I see the winter sun, wax in the milky purple wooded
In a colossal white abyss
A child's face staring at me, I see it slowly changing
Illuminated pulse wreathe in the turbulent flood
I am calm, almost numb.
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Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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I can see you worked very hard on this. Good on you! You are the kind of poem writer I want to be someday. Good luck!
Thank you, and thanks for the sweet compliment.
(please forgive my rudeness, dear Poet
for daring, to mess with your Poetic Genius
but I'm a fool at my core
and so I couldn't resist
to share with you
how your brilliant words, revealed
themselves to me..
and Happy holidays)
'I see the winter sun
wax in the milky purple, wooded
In a colossal white abyss
A child's face staring at me
I see it
slowly changing,
Illuminated pulse wreathe
in the turbulent flood
I am calm, almost numb.'
'I am blurry eyed, dancing
in the storm of indifference,
I push myself to remember
the touch of your face
A lifetime ago
when I could hear the cars at night
While you
were asleep, it all came flooding back
The ever lasting sound
of the TV in the background
The cold grey sky
falling
The spray of rain, calling out
my name
In the brume, I seen ghosts
I couldn't circumvent
Can't avoid
the feeling of dying
I cleave to it, those
blithe moments, in between '
'Landlocked, living with you
blue boy
singing ocean songs
Time
is the biggest mountain
Hallucinations
in a morbid desert, rustling leaves
in winter
I kick my feet, tread along
the soaked pavement '
'The dark crescent moonlight
fervid, in the white-hot
empyrean
Rapid tides growing
Piercing dolour fluctuating
Flaxen, fulgent beams
frolicking in nightmares
A garden blossomed
in the iris, a city of dreams
Tied to hope
with ribbons, but I'm powerless
I allude, all the things
I can't evade, they see me
Dew in my mouth, lachrymose blood in my hands
I drew a picture of Heaven and seen you like an angel
Lightsome
in the translucent ivory pictures
of tomorrow's mind
I splash and rend
I think of myself
in the afterlife
*by your side, once again'
No worries. A lot of my poems are maybe too long for these ornamental stanzas, but I like how you've rearranged it. Merry Christmas!
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