Whispers

poem by @whispers615 that reads: In my wanderings without a destination in a vespertine suburb cul-de-sac, the tenderness of dusk and tulip poplar blooms became my refuge. Where my thoughts kept in cupboards and under floorboards, could pour out as a waterfall, painting the sky until it was time to walk home for dinner.

#vss365 #vespertine
#emoetry #tenderness
#OurPoetryX #destination
#whistpr #waterfall

Poem by @whispers615 that reads: Why can’t I act my age? Instead, I get scared, tuck into my shell, like a snail and commit to never coming out again. Instead, with a chivalrous hand and a smirk, you coax me out to be with you in the moment

#vss365 #chivalrous
#emoetry #scared
#OurPoetryX #moment
#vssdaily #miracle
#haikufeels #smirk
#whistpr #snail
#blueskyrelay #age

poem by @whispers615 that reads: It started with a whisper-- an aphonic hum, then grew into a rapture. Time well spent, I presume, because this spark was the full package.

#vss365 #aphonic
#emoetry #rapture
#OurPoetryX #packages
#haikufeels #presume
#blueskyrelay #thesparktookitstime

Poem by @whispers615 that reads: This time around, things were different. Masks were dropped and things felt real. In the mirrors to the past, I saw reflections passionate, suave men who consulted with gods and saints, reflected on life, battled with demons, but did no such thing for me. Every particle of you would search for me, would fight for me, would shield me.

#vss365 #suave
#emoetry #passionate
#OurPoetryX #particle
#vssdaily #saint
#haikufeels #reflect
#whistpr #mask
#blueskyrelay #timetriedagain

A poem by @whispers615 that reads: You are a world away. A man of the home, but obscured in walls of thorn. With your last breath blown like a dandelion confetti without a place to land, where will your optimism go? How will you spread seeds of joy past your mind’s eye? I wonder how deep a well you wish in and how many coins you have tossed in- a beggar, a lost man, a castaway.

#vss365 #last
#emoetry #optimism
#OurPoetryX #aworldaway
#haikufeels #thorn
#whistpr #home
#blueskyrelay #theconfettineverlanded
#vssdaily #obscure

Thank you for commenting! Wishing you a more restful afternoon 🪷

Poem by @whispers615 that reads: I can feel the shakes in my hands, the headlights are blinding me as they illuminate all of my nervousness frozen, stuck, unable to solve my problems. Moving as slowly and silently as possible, I know that the only thing that matters is to make it through this. When they talk about healing, they say beautiful quotes on Pinterest, tattooed reassurances, getting kissed by starlight, and resting with yourself for a time. While yes that is true and I’m certified to say so, I also know that mental recovery has things that stick like Elmer’s glue on your hands when we were kids- picking away at something on me- something I can’t ever get off or touch or see. Am I doing it right, is it all just for attention, for show, just to prove I shed my skin like they asked me to? And in the end, I will never know. No amount of thinking will very help me know more.

#vss365 #matters
#emoetry #nervousness
#OurPoetryX #kissedbystarlight
#haikufeels #solve
#blueskyrelay #illuminate

Had a lot to say with this one.
Good night all 🪷

Poem by @whispers615 that reads: This year, I am thankful for what health I have left. I’m thankful for feeling connected to myself I’m thankful that the murmuration of starlings still makes a home near my house. This harmony is unmatched. But I am livid, when the real stories go untold, whitewashed-- Burned by the candle that blinked twice then ignited all at once. An omen, a divine rage, an incantation- is on its way.

#vss365 #health
#haikufeels #omen
#whistpr #murmuration
#blueskyrelay #thecandleblinkedtwice
#emoetry #livid
#ourpoetryx #untoldstories
Got a little tripped up with words from previous days so some of these are for the 27th.

Poem by @whispers615 that reads: I am still learning to prefer the whirlwind that first menaced me to the cliffs edge. With the taste of my first plunge fresh in my mouth, I felt ready for my second chance... After leaving the ledge’s end, I plummeted far and fast, before feathers and wind collide. Cheering myself on, I knew that I was meant to fulfill my dream. “Everyone deserves a chance to fly”

#vss365 #learning
#vssdaily #cheer
#haikufeels #prefer
#whistpr #whirlwind
#blueskyrelay #secondchancestastelikecinnamon
#emoetry #menaced
#ourpoetryx #meanttodream

Poem by @whispers615 that reads: In the hush of my silent reflection on life, on happiness, on meaning... thinking about life with my partner ‘will we ever have the things we need?’ I catch myself with a reminder: life is not a race, joviality will find me when I need it, and the big man in the sky has a seat saved for me. I’m protected, I’m loved, and maybe that is all I need to know.

#vss365 #reflection
#haikufeels #hush
#whistpr #race
#blueskyrelay #theskysavedroomforonemore
#emoetry #jovial
#ourpoetryx #willweever

poem by @whispers615 that reads: I should have known by now how unclear this all would be. How valiant an effort it is to walk in stride with my stagger, I admire your well timed attempts. Isn’t it all so romantic? My adamant inattentiveness and you with your hunter’s mark. I’d write it all down in permanent marker, sealed in stone, in invisible ink and burned at midnight under a full moon. Isn’t it all so romantic?

#vss365 #timed
#vssdaily #marker
#haikufeels #stagger
#whistpr #valiant
#blueskyrelay #adamant
#emoetry #inattentive
#ourpoetryx #knownbynow

Poem by @whispers615 that reads: My thoughts blew around like leaves in the wind, and felt as hard as the strongest foundation, and sounded as snakes and gaslighting liars, and connected as well as unraveled sweaters. I hope that’s all relevant and maybe made sense. I want to be understood as best as I can.

#vss365 #relevant
#haikufeels #unravel
#whistpr #windy (got days mixed up oops)😬
#blueskyrelay #gaslight
#emoetry #hard
#ourpoetryx #foundation

Make sure to click on the picture to see the whole poem this time! Still exploring the whole adding of pictures to posts.
Thank you for reading 🪷

Poem by @whispers615 that reads: I can hear it all. The rhythm of us, the music of Earth the lyrics of life: A dog’s favorite tennis ball, old and sloppy whistling through the air as he dashes behind. The crash of a wave on the seashore and a giggly small child who’s never seen it before. An applause for us all for an achievable journey, smiling in self-esteem as the ovation fades. I hear it all. The rhythm of us, the music of Earth the lyrics of life.

#vss365 #achievable
#vssdaily #tennis
#haikufeels #fade
#whistpr #dash
#blueskyrelay #wave
#emoetry #giggly
#ourpoetryx #lyricstolife
Felt this one more in the tune/ rhythm of a song I know. Poem stands on its own but if you'd like to hear the song too, have a listen! youtu.be/-5ETf54NjPk?...

Poem by @whispers615 that reads: I am tethered. A bird with no cage, hollow bones, free to fly, yet from acts of ferocity and barbarity, I find myself shackled and investing in barbed wire: What measurable length is needed to protect me? How much is my freedom really worth?

#vss365 #measurable
#haikufeels #invest
#whistpr #bone
#emoetry #ferocity
#ourpoetryx #flyingfree
Enjoying this new style (i.e. using as many prompt words as possible), but back to my nocturnal posting for today. 🪷🌙

Thank you @mwplovesmusic.bsky.social! 🪷

Poem that reads: I am free when I’m with Her. Repaired, forgiven, holy. The wind hears even my faintest whisper, my most specific prayers. Ivy league’s most educated minds may never understand our deep blue relationship. My Wind and Me.

#vss365 #specific
#haikufeels #repair
#whistpr #free
#blueskyrelay #blue
#emoetry #educated
#ourpoetryx #withthewind

Poem that reads: I am awake. My hypersomnic body does not know what to do with a mercurial mind. She bends for nothing, and I, on the defensive, can do nothing but watch. “What action could I take? What would you have me do?” “Nothing,” she whispers... “All pathways are dead ends.”

#vss365 #action
#haikufeels #mind
#whistpr #bend
#blueskyrelay #mercurial
#emoetry #defensive

I’m obsessed with you.
I really should say
my OCD is obsessed
with the idea of you.
She reminds me all the time-
All options, what ifs,
and worst cases
for how all of this
could play out
and still,
She isn’t done looking at it,
She won’t let go.
She’s obsessed with me.

#vss365 #poetry #options

Why do
Perception
and Reality
always have
to be fighting?
Why can they not
just be friends?
Aren't they tired
of being
battling brothers?

Anyways,
my heart goes out
to Perception.
To always feel judged
and to always be told
you're wrong must
hurt
like
hell.

#vss365 #poetry #reality

Some,
by the end of their years,
seek fame, notoriety, fortune-
not me.
I couldn’t care less
for coins or for recognition,
for promotion or high marks.
At the end of it all,
the only goal for me
is love.

#vss365 #poetry #goal

“The issue with
young people
these days is...”
nothing.
Poisoned by billionaires,
effigies to better lives,
pockets lined with
food stamps and coupons.
Rent is rising
like global temps,
while wages stay a flat line.
1, 2, 3 jobs, burning out
just to stay alive.

#vss365 #poetry #issue

Carry me away
to a soft
and silent place.
Transport me
to safety,
to a world
that is bright
and new.
Let me travel
lightly,
observing
the light
and the leaves,
where I can lay
in the grass
until Sleep
comes for me

#vss365 #poetry #transport

Can science explain
where life will end?
I don’t mean death-
I mean something
beyond all of us,
all of this,
all understanding.
Is it nothingness?
Is it a second chance?
Or is it just over?

#vss365 #poetry #science

Can life be measured
in just numbers?
I have one body,
one soul, one mind,
one life, one chance,
a glimpse on the earth
eternity
will be mine someday
and who will
I share it with

#vss365 #poetry #number

the truth, the lie
the myths of all time
the sand that holds the line

the sleep, the spell
the journey through hell
the stories that we tell

the crash, the fall
the ending of it all
the hero’s call

#vss365 #poetry #myth

every breath
every beat
every song
every smile
every moonlit stroll
every sunbeam through leaves
every gust of wind through the fields..
for all the experiences we have,
how would we possible measure
a life? a love? a dream?
a state of being?

#vss365 #poetry #measure

Not even all
the dystopian books
in my high school
literature classes
could not have
prepared me
for this.

#vss365 #poetry #literature

What law would dare
keep me from
caring for home,
loving the neighbor,
feeding the friend,
housing the stranger,
welcoming the traveler?
The ultimate law is love.
Cherish this,
follow it
and be loved in return.

#vss365 #poetry #law

Sometimes
the language of love
is in slow mornings
breakfast together,
a shared future,
and deep conversations.

#vss365 #poetry #language