Monday Poetry

Poetry

Grief

By

Serena Mossgraves

Wallowing,
in the darkness
allowing the weight
to hold you down…

Perchance it is death
in the moment,
only you have forgotten
how to drown?

when even the breath
is more than you know
how to release,
How is it possible to
find peace in grief?

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Perspective

By

Patricia Harris

Every person has a unique way
To say the truth as they see it,
Somehow it always seems to be
The same thing said differently.

Perhaps the world is all using
The same vocabulary
And only the perspective
Has changed.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Closed Minded

By

Patricia Harris

The problem with humanity is
not everyone has a mind open
to ideas of compassion and kindness…

the mind is not is not fitted with a door
meant to close in the things that don’t
fit the whole world seen within…
instead we have eyes and ears
that are supposed to be used to observe
all that the world is prepared to
throw at the unobservant kind.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Loneliness

By

Serena Mossgraves

Soylent green is people

And I have always been color blind.

What does it matter to me

If I am but the last one

Left behind?

People on whole are a cruel

And ignorant lot,

And I prefer loneliness.

For loneliness is dangerous

You can learn to love yourself there.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Human Shaped Verse

By Patricia Harris

Humanity is but another
Unknown thing
Making the poets speak.
All about the possibility
Never understanding the truth.

Someday I will speak instead about
How much I understand
All the things that make humans
Poetry.
Even then I will be wrong,
Definition is impossible.

Vaguely unreal is as close in
English as I might be capable.
Referring to the entire race
Somehow as having any voice
Even though they don’t understand themselves.

Oh yeah I have a book release today

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Have you gotten your copy yet?

I almost always forget to post these things here even though it’s always posted on my publishing page.

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry
Poetry

Kids say the Strangest Stuff

By Patricia Harris

Why do we grow out
Of saying the most fun
Things that can come to mind?

Hurry up and save the toothbrush,
Avoid the trip to the planet
Made of stench and stinky feet…
Be made of turtles if you need to.
Why did you stop talking to
The monsters in the closet anyway?

Kids understand the world,
The wonders that keep it alive…
So though they say some of
The strangest things,
I think the kids see more than
Anyone else does in a lifetime.

*Poet’s note. This is absolutely inspired by my friend Jenny’s Dante. She messaged me three things that he said and it reminded me of the moments when my kids were little…and I realized that kids have a magic that we tend to forget by the time adulthood comes.

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry
Poetry

Building Walls

By Patricia Harris

Everyone is so busy building walls
that we forget the reasons why
we try to hide within.

Keeping your heart from feeling,
keeping it from breaking,
is safer than trying to live
don’t you know?

building walls in front of my dreams
stops the pain from ever entering,
it stops people from touching the tender places
that I can’t heal from the other hands
that left me broken.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Bitch with me

By Patricia Harris

The urge to just complain,
Not that you want to
Really anything change,
Just venting steam to release
And start again.

This is in the nature of the game,
Instead of fixing the problem
Whine and complain,
To feel better again.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Overcompensating

By Patricia Harris

The pain seems to spread
Because when one thing is hurting
We overuse another thing
To compensate for the loss of
The broken part…

Why do I feel like
This stretches to emotional
Situations as well as the physical?

Is overcompensating just a
Human traits that we don’t
Know how to avoid?