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Mad Lovers

Apr 6 The Blue Bottles

Paul Phifer-Deratany

There was
no madness…
Yet some call
us lovers
“mad”…

Love can
drive you up
your own walls
and ceilings.
Left roped
and hung
by your own
broken heart
strings—

Sometimes,
Love leaves
the lonely—
Mad Lovers,
behind for
dead…

A line I read from a book I've been reading for english class called Circe by Madeline Miller. I thought of writing a poem.

Apr 6 The Blue Bottles

Dear Dad

Apr 6 The Blue Bottles

Poetato

Dear Dad

I was just a little girl
Watching chaos unravel, helplessly
Confusion became a daily routine
Silence, my only defense
And I honed the art of observing pain.

Day by day
I saved up pieces of disappointment
Until the jar began to crack
Spilling exhaustion
Hardening into quiet rebellion
Sharpening into well-trained disgust.

We stopped looking, even beneath the bed
Where is the sorry we deserved?
Where is the responsibility you clung to so tightly?
Where is all the change you once promised?

But whatever
You're here, technically
And us?
We've mastered the art of needing nothing from you.

I'm sorry. It's tiring to keep it all alone. We tried to talk. But you're the only one who always ends up being the victim, as if nothing ever happened.

Apr 6 The Blue Bottles

Hello Poetry Poets

Apr 6 The Blue Bottles

Maddy

Hello Poetry Poets

Some are most creative and beyond comprehension
For they are that talented
Some have that magic naturally
Some hoping to create and find their way
Their impact makes us better writers
You can agree to disagree
Just read and enjoy
The pleasure of reading and enjoying the talent is so much better
than the so -called talent we tune into to see
Not asking you to tune out but tune into what happens here
Hello Poetry Poets
Thanks

Mar 28 The Blue Bottles

Huh.

Mar 28 The Blue Bottles

Ari

Huh.

Huh,
Suddenly I think someone does care,
Huh,
They’re looking not just to stare,
Huh,
They actually notice me there,
Huh,
Are they actually admiring me?

Huh,
wow.
I never noticed the many
little beauties all around,
waiting patiently to be found.
Huh, I never noticed that flower in the drain,
resilient despite the rain.

Huh, life isn’t so bad is it?

Life is good guys ~
even after a heavy thunderstorm the many flowers still survive,
And even the damaged ones can keep growing, the sun still shines, and life goes on. Emotions DONT last forever, even at your lowest, you need to believe things will get better, but that’s only if you choose for it to.