Best Gry Poems
1.
they say everything here is
somewhere in the middle of the road
where names get bleached and keys forget about their doors
and there is something we should dig our coated nails into;
the layers of regret and anger
that our mothers tell us to peel off
2.
but the sun bakes us too hard and rancid
laying down on styrofoam mattresses
where someone pokes their thumbs through the plastic
watching nothing but empty bubbles reflecting
and life is faded, glossy pages of a magazine
with a worn bar stool with cigarette burns thrown in between
3.
and we all carry this restless, tormented beauty
that gets up and leaves
as soon as they say
it will settle down
© Gry W Christensen
Categories:
gry, feelings, imagery, lost, urban,
Form:
Free verse
Sometimes
I forget his name
there are cavities
in love too
dark gaps
in the cracking heart
where aching
doubt and memories
pulsate.
© Gry W Christensen
Categories:
gry, break up, emotions, lost
Form:
Free verse
I brew sunsets in teapots
I drink the dawn from a mug
and in my bicycle basket I have seduction in a jug
so now and then I take someone clean shaven home to my obliging bed
when I guess I should sit quietly pristine,
with my legs crossed instead
but each day is so fragile
they black out every evening in the west
and all I got is these frail minutes
and I only want to live them, as if they were a fest.
© Gry W Christensen
Categories:
gry, celebration, freedom, happiness, life,
Form:
Rhyme
because so it is,
he says
ashtray's empty
and
Dolly Parton
cries
for
Jolene
spinning dizzy
in the
corner
in my mind
all words
leave the
paper
love laid to rest,
I can
recognize
the
smell.
© Gry W Christensen
(My take on "Relationships". My entry in the "Relationships" contest, ending Aug. 25. )
Categories:
gry, dark, emotions, for him,
Form:
Free verse
In this hour
they called it the French lace minutes
the sound of autumn leaves falling
unbearable to the ear
I slip out in the
echoing space
between now
and then
it's an insect like feeling
that buzzes around
too fast
to be recognized
then a coat slides to the ground
heels are clapping hands with wooden floor
ashtrays are laid to rest
and on a bus ticket my pen is scribbling
you are here
you are here
you are here
© Gry W Christensen
Categories:
gry, autumn, loneliness, longing, lost
Form:
Free verse
P S IT’S POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 9
Many thanks to you selected poets; Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it; Each letters and each word; Reads so very dear and well; Joys of your souls cheers; Covenants of choice, reading your voice; Blessing peace be still; Please keep writing your skills; Rhyming verses blessings of course it’s… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers
• Gary Radice 170, 253, 260
• Gary Smith 167, 419
• Geoffrey Brewer 132, 340, 98
• George Schaefer 310
• George William Clever 446, 140
• Georgette Johnson 292
• Georgia Kereopa 117, 134
• Gerald Tanjang 456
• Giti Tyagi 346
• Gloria Shell Mitchell 447
• Gordon S. Wolf 17, 21, 237
• Graham Alexander Devenish 410
• Graham John Howes 332
• Greg Evans 321
• Greg Gaul 176, 311
• Gregory Joseph Firlotte 395, 447
• Gry W Christensen 170
• Hannington Mumo 386
• Hans-Christian AleXander Melschau 182, 228
• Hariom Sharma 272
• Harry Biosah 411
• Hara Chaudhary 347
• Heather Green 356
• Heather Rodwell 453
• Heidi Sands 150, 156 36
12/13/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
gry, analogy, community, poets, words,
Form:
Free verse
When In Paris
I think I see
you
lost under
some umbrella
and in my imagination
I am so lonely here
I stop on sidewalks
and let my keys
slip to the ground
with my address engraved
I walk to the old and settled in the parks
I pretend you are one of them
with hands that smell of crosswords
and begonia cuttings,
arms gently stretched out for the pigeons
And then at night
in my room
I cut holes in the bathroom mirror
and ask the ghosts
to rattle the table and make the mattress squeak.
© Gry W Christensen
Categories:
gry, emotions, paris,
Form:
Free verse
I once loved
an anchor
one of those
that sails
on skin
one of those
that has
a rowing heart
and pelting blood
within
One of those
who blows
mussel covered
kisses
one of those
that tells
mermaids salty lies
one of those
who'll
go down with
rum and shackles
the day he finally
dies.
© Gry W Christensen
Categories:
gry, boat, desire, funny, heart,
Form:
Verse
for all that I am
is in this mirror
shifty shades
and
shadows
fogs of breath
on the glossy surface
and my eyes;
tired of seeing
the traces of me
outside the frame.
© Gry W Christensen
Categories:
gry, absence, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
The last
taste of summer
was
tucked
in
my pockets
empty
mason jars
with
the
scent
of butterflies
had
lids
with
lingering
raspberry
labels
spelling
will-not-go-down-sun
ran
with
sandals
and
band-aids
to
the
end
of
a childhood.
© Gry W Christensen
Categories:
gry, august, butterfly, childhood, farewell,
Form:
Free verse
some things
are too obvious
for
a
mirror
to bother with
eyelash
sliding
down my cheek
dusting
yesterday
on
withering
regret
stained
lips
here
at the
end
of
a dirt road
where
no
bell
will
chime
to
your exit.
© Gry W Christensen
Categories:
gry, angst, blue, body, change,
Form:
Free verse
My heart
is my alphabet,
beating the letters out
through the pores of my skin.
I gather them
in my hands.
I mold the words.
And they pour down on the sheets,
like eager autumn rain.
© Gry W Christensen
Categories:
gry, autumn, creation, imagery, rain,
Form:
Free verse
There are words that avoid the paper,
That hides from the pen,
That detest the ink,
That cannot be typed down,
That I cannot grasp
That is my heart,
That speaks without letters,
That still comes to life,
That articulates when let so,
With the language it invented,
With a vocabulary that is pumped through my blood.
© Gry W Christensen
Categories:
gry, emotions, heart, inspiration, language,
Form:
Free verse
So hard
to
hold love
now
in the moment
between
a caress
and
a look
too strong
too hesitant
too weak
too steady
To watch
it
glide down
and
away
from my body,
it's sighs
gone quiet
To know it
didn't find
peace
with me.
© Gry W Christensen
Categories:
gry, conflict, feelings, hurt, love,
Form:
Free verse
Ignore
the words
the writer
poured all over
see the white sheet
underneath
wailing at you
tearing up
your interpretation
of something
so simple
as dried ink.
© Gry W Christensen
Categories:
gry, anxiety, change, conflict, imagination,
Form:
Free verse