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Poem: Pink Lemonade
You poured out your pink lemonade
and placed the glass inside the sink,
where the faucet rained down on it
and washed the memory away
of puckered lips and the sour kiss
between you and that cold bottle.
j.p
Poem: Breathing
She told you to take deep breaths –
throw a few minutes of air at your problems
and watch as they sink into the ground –
but you stretched your face into a yawn
and roared your deepest breath in her direction
in peaceful protest of her airy approach.
j.p
Poem: Pink Lemonade
You poured out your pink lemonade
and placed the glass inside the sink,
where the faucet rained down on it
and washed the memory away
of puckered lips and the sour kiss
between you and that cold bottle.
j.p
Poem: Solo
She danced around the room,
looking people in the eyes
as she twirled past them,
never meeting the same gaze
twice. In the flashing lights,
spinning late into the night,
she was untouchable,
her tears dripping like sweat,
catching light like diamonds,
slipping, unseen, to the ground
as she kept gliding forward,
spinning late into the night.
j.p
Poem: Breathing
She told you to take deep breaths –
throw a few minutes of air at your problems
and watch as they sink into the ground –
but you stretched your face into a yawn
and roared your deepest breath in her direction
in peaceful protest of her airy approach.
j.p
Poem: Autumn
The summer wonders shine like sunlight,
flickering through the clouds in our memories
of ice cream dripping down our fingers
and slipping off onto our clothes.
We shiver as we consider the chillier days
and earlier nights that are waiting to bite,
whispering into our ears from the shadows
of the hazy fog of the oncoming winter.
j.p
Poem: Solo
She danced around the room,
looking people in the eyes
as she twirled past them,
never meeting the same gaze
twice. In the flashing lights,
spinning late into the night,
she was untouchable,
her tears dripping like sweat,
catching light like diamonds,
slipping, unseen, to the ground
as she kept gliding forward,
spinning late into the night.
j.p
Poem: Chime
The chime above the door sings
As you come gliding through,
Bringing along the velvet breeze
Of the autumn winds outside.
Your hands cradle your cheeks
As your arms rest on the counter,
And your coffee breath wafts
To me like a whispered secret.
The chime above the door sings
As you float away through it,
My heartbeat carried on the wind
To you like a whispered secret.
j.p
Poem: Chime
The chime above the door sings
as you come gliding through,
bringing along the velvet breeze
of the autumn winds outside.
Your hands cradle your cheeks
as your arms rest on the counter,
and your coffee breath wafts
to me like a whispered secret.
The chime above the door sings
as you float away through it,
my heartbeat carried on the wind
to you like a whispered secret.
j.p
Poem: Photo Album
Flipping through a photo album,
I watch myself flying through ages
As I flick through its glossy pages.
Sometimes your face passes me by,
Only to stay behind as a buried memory
On that wobbly paper, beside an old me.
This new me turns away from the glint
As lamp light catches your photographed eye.
My hand closes the book, as if to say goodbye.
j.p
Hey, love your writing 😊
Hi!
Thank you for the nice message. I appreciate it! ^^
Best wishes,
j.p
Poem: Quiet
A Haiku
The ceiling fan sings
As if it means to shield you
From your own silence
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Poem: Path
Walking along that fading road with you
Would have been, to my past self,
Enough to make my heart race for days
Before and after. My older self wonders
When this path will be paved over
To smooth out the scrapes left behind
By years of drivers who don’t look back.
j.p
Poem – For Autumn
Spooky trees have lost their leaves,
And the breeze tousles my hair.
The smell of pumpkins drifts about
And sweetens the autumn air.
We gather with our mugs in hand
And sip warm tea on the stairs.
Your neighbor’s kitten watches us
From a nearby front porch chair.
Someone lights a cinnamon candle,
And we cannot smell from where.
Spooky trees have lost their leaves,
And we walk on autumn air.
j.p
Poem: Intertwined
We never went on an adventure,
But we figured that was fine,
Because our hearts were satisfied
By our fingers intertwined.
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Poem: Hope
My heart has hope enough
To rise over mountains
And sweep across oceans,
Never to fall to one’s knees.
My eyes grow wide enough,
As this hope begins to
Rush through me, that
They send a signal
To everyone I meet.
I watch this hope, and
As I rise, I lose my will
To whine and cry.
My mind has come to
Realize that to rise with
Hope is to rise and shine.
j.p
Poem: We
We are the waiting, the wandering,
The wondering. We are without
A trace, whispers in the wind,
Whistles slipping out from behind
Whiskery wisps of human minds.
We are here and there and wishing
For more. We are the ones who
Hope for worlds beyond, where
No one knows our names and we
Are free to wander and wonder,
And whistle tunes to each other
As we watch the days away.
j.p
Thank You and Weekend Queue
Hello, hello!
Thank you for all the support for this blog. It recently reached 2500 followers! Thanks for continuing to read my writing, and extra thanks for choosing to stick around for more.
I'm planning to post a poem every day this weekend. I hope that you find them worth reading. Thanks again for your support so far!
Best wishes,
j.p
Poem: Sugar Sweet
Sugar sweet, my love,
You were meant to be the one
To set my fears asunder
And fill my heart with wonder.
j.p
Poem: Ocean, Part II
As we stand before the ocean,
I will reach out for your hand.
We can dance along the shore and
watch the sun set from the sand.
Maybe we are small, as people
tend to be, but our fingers linked
so tightly make us a stronger
force than all the waves we see.
j.p // I / II
Poem: Ocean, Part I
As we stand before the ocean,
feeling small, as people do,
your eyes reflect the golden glow
of the sun shining for you.
Maybe we aren’t as vast and bold
as our dear sea of navy blue,
but our hearts could pull the tides
with love as peaceful as the moon.
j.p // I / II
Poem: Plants
// An acrostic poem
Perhaps you’ve tried to read my thoughts,
Left no psychological trick untried,
And maybe you’ve noticed that I’ve built
New barriers to hide behind.
Try to read my heart instead, and then maybe you’ll
See that it takes more than some silly tricks
to get to know someone like me.
j.p
Poem – For Autumn
Spooky trees have lost their leaves,
And the breeze tousles my hair.
The smell of pumpkins drifts about
And sweetens the autumn air.
We gather with our mugs in hand
And sip warm tea on the stairs.
Your neighbor’s kitten watches us
From a nearby front porch chair.
Someone lights a cinnamon candle,
And we cannot smell from where.
Spooky trees have lost their leaves,
And we walk on autumn air.
j.p
Oh, so what do you plan for n doing after? I'm interested in doing literature but all I've heard is that life is a struggle after it....? I'm might sound creepy but I'm just tryna fun ND out as much as possible...
Hello again, Anon!
I’m still early in college, so it’s a work in progress. I’m currently focusing my studies on media and communications, which means a lot of writing.
There are career options out there for English majors, depending on what your interests are. I’m not an expert on this subject by any means, but I would recommend doing research online (if you haven’t already) about what people with English-related majors commonly do so that you’ll have a general idea. I’ve also found that contacting an advisor at your college(s) of interest may be helpful. You can also try out a career aptitude test to help you find a sense of direction. I recommend this one. Thanks for asking, and good luck in your future endeavors! ✨
Best wishes,
j.p