Fallen leaves

Some poems require nothing else but you to read them and allow them to sink in. This is one of those poems.

TheFeatheredSleep's avatarTheFeatheredSleep

Your suitcase is by the door in my mind

you have unpacked and packed a thousand times

it’s now or never, it’s been too long

you’re out of here, you’re out of love

empty like a meal without nourishment

and if I could, I’d ask you to come back

but you left before today

I see it in the careless gaze of your eyes

the house is empty without your noise

I hear only the echo of regrets

ask you to return and you ignore my voice

the coldness in your stare gave you away

there was nothing but bitterness and anger remaining

you said it wasn’t me, but I was the one you cut down

with your stare that went on, out of sight

down the road, out of town

like you were already running away

boarding a bus, changing your story

it’s been half my life and it’s…

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Solemn Solstice

The homie Barry, doing what he does best. This poem was one of the first I read this morning and I am glad that it was. Please show him some love.

Peace and blessings, beautiful people.

Just Barry's avatarHephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble

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Solemn Solstice

The sun lingers longest today.

The weather-guessers were wrong
about the heat wave.

In fact, there was light precipitation.

I don’t even know why I wrote
“precipitation” instead of “rain”.

I’m no meteorologist.

I guess the unscheduled rainfall
wasn’t up to my lofty standards.

It was a halfhearted rainfall,
followed by an indifferent sunbreak.

Felt more like angel’s spit
than the weeping we’ve earned
for this crapsack existence.

My hemisphere turned
fully into the true glare
of sunlight, and everywhere I turn,
I glare at two shadows
of the Four Noble Truths.

I see only suffering and
man’s indifference to it.

I see children crying in pain,
fear, hunger, and terror;
if they’re lucky, they’ll just receive
the mercy of ignorance
in the form of being ignored,
or perhaps they’ll only languish
as the butt of cruel jokes
they’re mostly ignorant to.

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stay

There’s a peacefulness and realization in this piece of micropoetry that is both relative and full of wisdom. Ladies and gentlemen, do visit Magarisa and be carried away by power punches in few words regularly.

Peace and blessings.

Mags's avatarBecoming Unstuck

I’m staying

to savour

sharing space

and courtesies

with a stranger


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