Cope | Nate Maye
How do you
cope with passing
once the rain
has ended
once the reign
is over, a new
face on the throne.
change poems
Change | Jenny Middleton
Tomorrow’s gloved territory, finally
beckoning within the clock’s perpetual
movements aches at us. Its buds silently
still, unborn; held just beyond the casual
breath of each second curling at our skin
as flames burn at hours and their grey tinder
mouths trace those kisses staining with assassin
like precision at this day and linger
within each atom. Change is a science;
the simplicity of dissolving years
and the low snarl of vows whispered long since
shoots through our limbs, through the night’s souvenirs
with the blister of honesty branding
our soft throats, choked with blood and surviving.
Faded with Time | Saarthak Haldar
Seeing, as standing on my cherished place.
Thinking, as the time passed, everything changed.
Once, there was chirping of birds.
Once, there, butterflies fluttered.
As the breeze touched my skin, tranquillised my soul.
That feeling was best of all.
As the green leaves of a tree,
danced in that breeze.
There was, Carpet of green grass
With shining of morning dew, like shining of the stars.
Gazing constantly, the open blue sky,
was the best part of my life.
Only residing in my memory now, mesmerizing view of this dreamland.
But in reality, all lost into the forgotten sands.
No birds chirping anymore.
No butterflies fluttering anymore.
That breeze, can’t tranquillise me anymore.
Mesmerizing beauty, i can’t see anymore.
Now, standing in that place alone.
Everything is barren now, i see, everything has gone.
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Discarded – A Poem by Danny Faragher
A maple chair
lies abandoned
by the curbside
tilting in the rain.
Its two good legs
dig into the mud
like a wounded man
struggling to rise
it longs to be upright
it was once the backbone
of hearth and home
now it sits forgotten
discarded as trash.