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Isabel D.Catrin Poem
1 million things
run in my head,
The night is too loud
And my head won’t shut it out.
When I look at the screen
I don’t seem to think
When I eat the bread
Everything goes away
And when I see his face
I feel safe.
Yet when the night calls my name
I lay there awake
With the voices in my head.
The wind whispers too loud
And the rain is hard to understand
It’s hard to breath
And sometimes it’s hard to see
Feeling lost in dreams
Slowly slipping away
Every day I stay
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Isabel D.Catrin Poem
One who’s smile
could make flowers grow
Just know
I remember
The sunrise in your eyes
The sunset in your smile
The most captivating sunset
That will remain in my mind
The purest I’ll remember
The sour with sweets
But desire for one
Which was the oddest of all
Stranger your smile
For I’m sure it will remain near
For the rest of my years
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Isabel D.Catrin Poem
In my sleep
I see the hands that offered help
From a fall that never broke
A smile that always helped
I see the hands that’s used to reach
A smile that caressed my cheek
The smile that never left
Eyes conquering all
I see promises never made
The hands that never held
Food we never shared
The smiles we never made
Even a home that doesn’t exist
The eyes that never met
The dreams we didn’t reach
Leaving scars that never healed
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Isabel D.Catrin Poem
There’s a shadow in my closet
That disappears when I smile
Thriving in my fall
Resting in my thoughts
Caressing fears in my sleep
Look at the mirror
Creeping in my hair
Change the style
Creeping in the skirt
Walk to the crowd
Creeping in my shoes
Let go, I say
Yet it always returns
In different ways
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Isabel D.Catrin Poem
The face in the wall
Stares at me all night long.
It’s calm in the morning
And judgeful at night.
It calls in my sleep
And laughs when I cry
Yet I can figure out why it turns when I laugh
The face in the wall
Isn’t so tall
Yet I can’t seem to reach
for it always swipes me off my feet.
While I try to ignore
how well it’s hollow eyes match mine.
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Isabel D.Catrin Poem
Muffled screams
Blurry voices
Heavy doors
Reality or in my head
Tired eyes
Raspy voices
A stabbing silence
Reality or in my brain
Heavy thunder
Camouflaged talk
Letting go
Reality or the end
Muffled screams
Blurry voices
Heavy doors
Reality or...not this again
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Isabel D.Catrin Poem
Sleep to forget
Wake for another day
Letting rivers grow
Looking at the feet below
Sounds melt with ease
Creating a temporary peace
Yet fingertips burn
For yesterday won’t return
For there is plenty in the sea
Yet not the one I want to see
Our time was pure
Yet timing is cruel
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Isabel D.Catrin Poem
In the dance between
the moon and grass,
There I stood indifferent
to the tears in my cheeks.
Once again I fall back
To the terrain
I hadn’t seen in a while
It welcomes me sweetly
While I desperately try to get away
Suffocating my sleep
Sabotaging my breath
Blurring my gaze
Slowly
Becoming home again
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Isabel D.Catrin Poem
What to do
When my heart begins to quiver
And my eyes create a river
Realizing it’s you
Where to look
When your face lingers my way
And your eyes trap my gaze
Knowing you read me like a book
What to do
When you turn away
Making it hard to say
The things I trapped that day
What to say
When my hands begin to shake
Not knowing how much more I can take
If I walk your way
Where to run
If your eyes are no longer mine
And I am no longer fine
Remembering all the fun
Where to hide
When my hands meet the floor
Behind a far away door
And you’re no long at my side
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Isabel D.Catrin Poem
For the wind
Pull these sheets
Hold my hand and flee
Through the dirt
Through the sea
For I’d gladly jump in board
Offering a hand to adventure
Through fires
Bringing life
Bringing death
Jumping houses in despair
Feeling smiles in a fair
Do your rounds
But don’t forget these sheets
Don’t leave my hand hanging
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