Poem #736

Night Without Hope

I loosen my grip, start plummeting down,

Rolling away on the cold, wet ground.

Stumbling, tumbling, I can't hear a sound,

In the empty darkness, not a soul around.

And the limbs of the lonely, they rip and they tear,

Begging me to help them, to please stop there.

But my own horrid sorrow is all I can bear,

As I descend into darkness, fast track to nowhere.

I feel trapped, so I struggle to set myself free,

Take in my surroundings; where could I be?

This empty shell left over is nothing like me,

No answers, just darkness, and no chance to flee.

My hands pull in, forgetting their grope, 

For something to hold onto, to help me cope.

And I keep sliding down the never-ending slope,

Down into darkness, night without hope.

Poem #735

PATCHWORK 

Pieces of ragged cloth, sown together with care, 

An assortment of fabrics from many generations, 

Telling a story, recalling a time long past. 

Colorful and soft, it carries the voices of your ancestors, 

Holding a connection to days before your time. 

Wrapping yourself up in years of memories, 

Outlining the trail your family once followed. 

Remembering, reliving, it never becomes distant. 

Keeping your history ever within your reach. 

PATCHWORK

Poem #734

Morning Light 

The night has fallen over your world, 

Blanketing you, capturing you in the darkness. 

Shadows whisper, hiding in the corners, 

And everything vanishes into obscurity.

But the stars shine their messages, 

To each other, down to you, 

Accompanying you in the companionless evening, 

And casting light into every unlit expanse. 

There is no reason to fear the night. 

Soon you’ll feel safe in the morning light. 

The wind rushes around, brushing by you, 

Gently touching your skin with its cold fingers. 

And, wrapped in its tendrils, you can’t break free. 

It holds you in its iron grasp. 

Frozen solid, immovable, in this seemingly endless night. 

The rawness of the air pulses at your bones. 

But this is not forever, this is not infinite, 

This chill will soon melt away. 

There is no reason to fear the night. 

Soon you’ll be warmed by the morning light. 

Wandering, lost in the thankless night, 

Longing for safety, the comforting embrace of familiarity. 

You stagger aimlessly about, 

Unable to find your way back onto the path. 

But there is courage inside you, 

Arms to reach out, pull you up, and cling tight, 

Until you can stand on your own once more. 

And the darkness will depart. 

There is no reason to fear the night. 

Soon you’ll be held by the morning light. 

Cannot bear any more, cannot hold on to hope, 

As you plummet down life’s ever darkening slope. 

Search deep inside you, find strength within. 

You cannot let darkness and bitterness win. 

Come, my child, stay strong through the night. 

I will be with you come morning light.

Poem #733

WINDSWEPT 

Whisked away by a sudden breeze, 

Instantaneously catching everything in its path. 

Nature’s scent rides the current. 

Disrupted by a cold gust of air. 

Swept up and brushed aside, 

With the light breath of the world. 

Engulfed by a refreshing draft. 

Pushed into flight in an instant. 

Taken away into the distance.
WINDSWEPT

Poem #732

There Was Nothing

And then there was nothing, 

No feeling, no sound, 

Just an unwanted guest. 

His life came unwound. 

Tied to the earth, 

The chains gave no slack. 

 He stared straight ahead, 

And nothing stared back. 

This menacing figure, 

Didn’t put up a fight. 

Simply stood on life’s pathway, 

And drank in the light. 

He relied on his strength, 

Fought against the despair. 

But, not moving an inch, 

Nothing still remained there. 

Its temper flared, 

And he began to drown. 

It thrived on this victory, 

And tried to break him down. 

But nothing believed, 

He would finally give in, 

Never once thinking, 

Happiness might win. 

And then, there was nothing, 

Broken down and weak. 

Finally defeated, 

Its future looked bleak. 

The light had returned, 

And reopened his eyes, 

Giving him strength, 

To fight against the lies. 

With nothing defeated, 

And with his mind clear, 

He could finally see, 

Something had always been near.

Year 3!

Hi Everyone!

As you've probably guessed from the title, I have decided to try for another year of poems! I'm aiming to start year 3 on May 1st. I've also started getting the missing blog posts back on as well, so everything on the site should be fixed up and ready to go by the start of the new poem year.

I'm really looking forward to getting back into this, and I can't wait to start writing! See you soon!

-Ari :)

Quick Update

Stay tuned for some exciting news coming soon :D

Also for some reason the last part of the year 2 poems is missing on here! :( I'll be working to get all of that fixed so they should be back up very soon!

-Ari :)

New Poems!!

New poems coming soon! Stay tuned!

-Ari :)