Author: poetryfest

In a world of concrete and steel, nature’s love is quite surreal, With whispers of the wind and trees, it’s a love that’s sure to please.

The sun caresses the earth with its warm embrace, While birds sing melodies in a harmonious chase. The flowers bloom with colors so bright, A vibrant display of nature’s pure delight.

The rivers flow with a gentle ease, Carving their path through valleys and trees. The animals frolic in meadows so green, A playful sight like you’ve never seen.

Nature’s love is a symphony of joy, A playful dance that no one can destroy. So let’s cherish this earth so dear, For nature’s love is always near. Let’s protect the land, sea, and sky, And watch as nature’s love continues to fly.

In a world of chaos and noise so loud, Nature’s love is a soothing shroud. So let’s bask in the beauty of the natural world, And let nature’s love be unfurled.

The coldest place within,
Frosted whispers echo in the silence,
Once tender, now a fragile shield,
This desolate expanse,
Is this heart of mine.

Heavily burdened heartstrings,
Never stolen, never amused,
Icy nonchalance builds great peaks,
Unbothered, unreachable, unmoved,
All safe, until comes heat.

Arrogance cloaked in bravado,
Hanging by the thinnest thread,
Entranced by a re that scorches
Confusing this heart of mine,
Yet I linger at the edge, ready to thaw.

On Valentines Day my girlfriend grabbed my hand to ask, “Baby,
do you really want me?” I grabbed her then and kissed
harder than I felt. Because things were starting to get hard
and I knew I was part of it.

As I turned 20 in your corner, you grabbed my hand to ask, “Bunny,
do you still think this is your fault?” because I was about to sob.
Things were hard, and I still knew I was part of it.
I backed away, but you caught me and said, “Happy birthday.”

On Valentines night, my girlfriend grabbed my hand, placed it on her leg
and I began to panic. I didn’t want her physically,
but for how she made me laugh. I shivered,
and she held me as I kept myself at bay.

I hadn’t told you it was my birthday. You grabbed my other hand, said, “Bunny,
I’m here.” then kissed me hard as you felt.
You kissed me silly, until I was flush out of breath;
my panting made you laugh. You put your hand on my chest, and it was heavy.

My love is awkward like
a grown woman reaching for the head of a dog
as it walks by her.

The love caught, in the moment
of missing his head and still reaching
and still grasping for the meat of his neck or
the wet center of his nose.

There is an innocent strangeness to this that I have forgotten since childhood.
It is safer than getting it right the first time
and every time after,
But more real than never trying at all.

dedication: “dog in the ocean” or maybe “puppy love”

And she makes the flesh of her agonies into an agony of flesh. The ice she had slipped onto her tongue melts into her stomach, then into her blood and bloodlust as she pulls me onto her and into her, scratching and clawing at my skin and pushing me away as she grabs and grabs until she stops and the silence around and within her freezes and freezes time. And as I get up shivering and start to leave, she says, “Please don’t be gone. I feel so cold without you”.

How can you miss someone you’ve never touched? Someone who you’ve never seen with your eyes and not through a phone screen because you are three hours apart? I always thought it was insane to be able to miss someone you’ve never touched before; that was until I met you and then realized that you can miss some when you have never seen them with your own eyes, being able to touch their skin, be able to hug them, able to kiss them; I didn’t know that was possible until I met you.

You are one to yearn for.
The ever-growing moss
Has planted itself by
Your bank today.

The sweltering heat
Must have dried you.
Your scarcity scars my throat
As I yearn to gulp you down.

If you wish for me to not
Dip my toes as you ebb
Why must you rise so high?
Why tease my one good eye?

For I cannot perceive depth
Not anymore as the socket
Remains hollow, not even
Does blood flow from the hole.

So I give up on judging
Through my sight but the
Sense of solace provided by the
Sound still speaks soulfully to me.

And as the sweet sound of your wave does
Bound like a hound, it does
Surround my mound and with your
Baptism I am crowned, your prince.

You’re quite sensible, as
Sense sails away with your tide.
For your existence and sense
Have quite weak an essence.

But then again, I gain
A painful stain upon my mane
If you refrain from obtain-ing
A soap that is quite plain.

For I have quite sensitive skin,
Too much of a ph can
Besmirch my good name
That goes alongside my fame.

I am quite famous, for love
And for the anxiety during
And for the hate afterwards.
So please treat me well.

So I may, leave you
With joyful memories as we
Swing on a hammock, and not a noose
As we die, of old age, together

As the unwanted children surround me
They shall say that they found me
With a smile on my face as they ground me
As the sweet embrace shall unbound me.

From this wretched earthly vessel
As I hassle and bustle
To build a castle and find a tassel
To hang my lonesome vassal.

For a right hand is of no use
To me anymore, without a left.
And to be left with loneliness and life
Is worse than having none left.

how are you?
.
have you been well?
.
have you eaten your meds yet?
.
what did you do today?
.
i have homework. i am at work. i am doing work.
.
i stay home only.
.
yes. yes. yes. yes.
.
i don’t have time.
.
i don’t know.
.
i will call (them) and see.
.
says not going to rain. sunday it will rain. 30 percent.
.
that’s not true.
.
i have work a lot.
.
i miss you of course. i miss you too.
.
stay good. be well. hello.
.

Love, let me burn at the steak
brightly lit up as a testament

ashes carrying the message
into the air, into the ground.

Let those ashes spread to the eyes
and ears of thousands, absorbing our truth

specks of glittery remains land,
singeing our existence into skin.

Let them feel the pain of pretending,
of yearning passion suffocated.

Let me immortalize our love
in the soil I become one with,

sinking into the roots.
Searing pain nourishes the trees,

raised with distant memories
of fleeting touches and anticipation,

of nights crying alone carrying
weight only we could bear.

Let me decay with the knowledge that
you won’t have to bear it anymore

That maybe my blazing cries will signal
the ire of an entity out there screaming

for time and space to find a place for us,
where our souls could be intertwined

as our bodies couldn’t be.
as we were always meant to be.

early mornings,
before the sun rises,
will be ours and we’ll smile
with our eyes closed,
wondering how we
ended up in a knot,
we’ll kiss and
I’ll giggle a whisper,
“now what?”
and the corner of your lips
will curl up,
and you’ll smile in that way,
the way that makes me
catch my breath,
and say,
“let’s double knot it.”