Letting Poems

Letting go

Letting go

I write this poem to my dad,
Although it makes mad

And also sad,
To find out you were nothing but bad

You wrote a poem similar to this,
In different circumstances

Having people thinking,
You were the only one hurting

I am attempting to let go,
But will I ever though 

Letting go, of you S.T

SLOW MURMUR

SLOW MURMUR
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
there’s a kind of
                 s a d n e s s
that seeps into your skin;
          it lets you breathe
          

Memories At Her Funeral

 
I have lost many loved people in my life
and I live with my forever grief
the love lost that hurts the most to me
was my sweet mother's sad death 
my anchor and safe harbor
she always encouraged me to write
to be the best I could be
and she taught me gardening
now, my mother tends God's heavenly garden

mother

liquidation : footle

       clothes fly

                    
                          

I am Expecting a Blood Letting

the vampire ball will be held in Salem for a lark
a place where witches don’t like to be after dark
I went anyway, with my cousin Glud
For he loves gruesome stuff, gore and blood

I was dressed in the brightest purple I could find
with homemade black tulle ruffles, the stiffening kind
it was low cut, so my neck

Letting Be

It seems easier
when you're tired,
to just let things be.
Last night's savage wind 
that threw a leaf loaded fury
at my bedroom window
has become a quieted still
unburdened by thought.
The morning with its bright 
colours, fragrant air and sunlit 
distances has emerged as is, 
sufficient and complete.
I see the first butterfly 
of the season in its pristine
livery shine

Letting Go Of Past Mistakes

Pictures there upon the wall, each person once held me dear.
At times we were living together, now not one lives near.
Each has a life they must live and thoughts on which to ponder.
My life goes on, I grow old and still I can’t but wonder,
How different things could have been, if love we didn’t squander.

It’s

SLOW MURMUR

SLOW MURMUR 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
there’s a kind of
                 s a d n e s s
that seeps into your skin;
          it lets you breathe
         

Letting Go

Like sand held in my hand,
I know I squeezed too tight,
Grain by grain you will drift away,
And with wind take flight.

I'll keep my hands wide open,
I'm stepping to the side,
So when you look about you,
Your space is open wide.

She Was the Story, He Was Just a Page

He loved her
like the last day of autumn —
knowing she'd leave,
but holding on
as if his hands could change the season.

She wasn’t just a chapter —
she was the entire book
he never finished,
because he kept rereading
the parts where she smiled.

He built a world around her absence,
talked to her like she still listened
in the silence of 3 a.m.

The Art of Letting Go

A leaf lets go mild,
moving down through brilliant shine~
no war, no regret.
Even parting has its joy,
when the weather knows its time.

Letting Go

The feeling of letting go...
Letting go of what became the new norm
Letting go of my recent familiarities
Letting go of work which I live for at the moment
Letting go of control of what I seem to feel I have under control
Letting go of that comforting feeling of friends being in the surrounds...

Then I come to the

The art of letting go

She wouldn't let the guilt warp her mind into believing its perception of her
She knew who she was
And she was is a girl who's been deeply hurt
She knew deep down no one was coming to save her 
That she would have to see herself 
Hear herself 
And listen to her self 

The pain ached
It felt

Elegy for the wounds that raised me

Do I fear you, thank you, 
or hate you for hanging round. 
I fear I'd been somebody else
who stood on solid ground. 

I thank you, cause you made me this, 
but I hate the reasons why. 
I fear it might just free my soul
when you finally say goodbye. 

I hate you for staying here this

letting it out

i start my piece
my fingers dance across the black and white keys
they carry on the slow, jazz beat
it gets louder
and faster
till it becomes slow again
my fingers land on the keys 
over 
and over again
till the music stops with a dramatic finish
and when i leave the piano 
i’m not angry anymore.

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