Powerful Words

Beauty 

is in

Error

in fault

Hope

in God

Pride

for what’s

However

don’t think

Bravery

takes extreme

Audacity 

how dare

Judge 

me not

Truth 

is hidden.

Without words

 

 

 

 

Silence

            remains.

Letters next to each other forming unbinding relationships.

Words are lasting, they do no break. They are always going to be

here.

untitled

It has been FAR too long since I have written a poem, just because I could. I have written several poems for my classes, that were required and needed to be a specific length, form, and rhythm. However, this poem is just a poem that I wanted to write.  However, I am stuck on the title of the poem. I was once told that the title of a poem is the invitation to a poem for the readers. If you have any suggestions, I would really appreciate it. For now, we will just call it, untitled.

 

Untitled

Still, the clock hands

won’t move. Sound yearns

through the silent walls.

The hands stand still.

 

Timid, the light sways

in the room. The absence

of dark waits patiently.

The light fades.

 

Still, long forgotten are the notes

that played songs and stories

lingering on the laughter.

The piano collects dust.

 

Bare, the oak mantle stands

proud. But there is no

audience to entertain.

The room is bare.

 

Still, there were memories here

that haven’t been erased.

Perhaps just swept into a corner

waiting for the spring breeze.

To shake the memories, awake.