Life is hard
Then you die
or so they say
I say
It gets easier
the harder you try
Don't remain carnal
When you come in spirit
Accept rebuke, pal.
paths of thorns and stones I walked
until I finally found flowers
now only color horizons
to be honestly succinct
is as yet our reflex instinct
driven by ego or is it love inked
— Contemplation by Unseeking Seeker
RAW AND INTIMATE HARDNESS
driven to the truth
bottomed out
blessed beyond belief
by love
but if love
drives you into madness
a reflex of raw and intimate hardness
is love laid out on the cold sheets
only warmed by your imagination
no room for anyone else
in your bed
not in sexual satisfaction
but of life, i speak
did you cling, like warm clothes
on a cold day…those intrepid lips
and entanglement of deep romance -
were they the only thing you lived for
your muscle-atrophy
has no room
except for an inner circle
who crave your attention
always have -
did you miss the highway billboard
the intimate honesty
of your love
played out on nonstop video
and in blips to close kin
the madness seeks
an escape route
fashioned with idols
nonspecific
not ideal or realistic
3/11/2022
Consciousness Fulcrum Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Newsrooms Hanging in the Wind
David J Walker
I have been in them plenty
Spent my life attempting to empty
The world around me of its darkness
Its greedy hardness
Greeting me in a daily challenge
I knew that by the end, of the
6 O’clock news
I would win
My desk was an alter
My Olympic typewriter the
Printer of truth
The Newsroom itself a sanctuary
Immune to the retaliations of the
Exposed
Those were the days, I supposed
Would never end
But the final sign off has
Come and gone and
I left hanging in the wind
Grieves for The Hardness
shaking withered hands
strain to undo a torx bolt
memories of youth
8/14/2018
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.