Aweeeesome free verse poetry...

Jun 2020

Graff1980

Poems are tiny treasure boxes
just waiting to be unlocked,
freeing hidden gems
or growing light orbs
that glow from within.

They are tiny surprises
of unconscious minds
that finally realize
what writhes
and works its way
from behind the curtain.

They are how shadows sway
dance and play in a
wonderful word ballet
with rhyme and alliteration.

#art #poetry #passion #words #mind

Jun 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 532

Welcome to the worse
ending of our human universe,
cause this is the lamest
apocalypse.

While the world is dealing with
a covid pandemic
and corruption that is so systemic
that our president can’t even begin
to hide it,

I am keeping busy by
trying to write
brilliant rays
of inspiration into
this endless night life;
Tired of the long line
of the long blind
stumbling stupidly
far behind,
unable to find a sound mind
among their cult of greed.

My deep dark cynicism
has been building
brand new chasms
that collapse into
whispering despair voids
which need to be exercised regularly,
but all of the gyms are closed.

I know there are truths and perspectives
that sparkle under the surface,
of this world that makes me feel worthless,
things seldom seen unless the poet deems
to share their deep dark beautiful dreams.

But those were the poems I wrote
to warn of the wolves at our throat,
and now I see my lines of predictive poetry
have becomes our pathetic armageddon reality.

#confessions #darkness #armageddon #hopeless #prediction #humanity #politics

Jun 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 531

I wish to write
eloquent whispers
that stir
similar words,
making other
poets purr
with the power
they possess.

While trying to
preserve
the quality
of what I
previously heard
hollering from
other exploding sun
artists.

Jun 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 529

I seek starlight from burnt out hearts,
where gaseous clouds swirl about
sparkling with the glittering infinity,
living far above and away from me;

Like minded fantasies of spiraling galaxies
swelling with stellar hope
till I succumb
to the collapsed sun
of humanity's
black hole.

#art #humanity #admiration #space #beauty #wonder #awe #artistry

Jun 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 527

She is a lost wisp of a lover’s wish,
a forgotten whisper that lingers on
his cracked dry lips
in the desert heated hazy distance,
that one foolish man dreams of.

A serene scene set in-between
fantastic fantasies of cosmic entities
and domestic tranquility.

A tranquil bay reflecting white light rays
while one heart falters, falling before
he could help the whole human race.

As her echo dies in space
the rest of this human mess
is left to witness
his heartbreaking losses
as hope departs
his beautiful heart
and he is struck dumb
succumbing to
the numbing view
of a flowerless reality.

Jun 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 524

I’ve been to the dark.
I’ve swam in that river,
seen the cold and aching,
sit stare and quiver.

I’ve looked into
the eyes of a man
more suited to slither,
and watched good women
tell him to come hither.

I’ve been in the shadows.
I’ve heard hatred speaking,
fat faces stretched in rage
with slick saliva leaking,

and all the light
that I used to believe in,
becomes my last shreds
of hope, finally, up and leaving.

Now, I walk into the end,
write the world’s last chapter,
cause this isn’t a Disney movie
and there’s no happily ever afters.

When I go back to the night
that we all sprang from,
I’ll be grateful for the ending
of my personal hell kingdom.

Jun 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 523

Is it too late
to write a first date
that went great,
without a face
to go with
that shadow figure?

Is it too late
to see the dream
that I am chasing
and actually catch
her?

Is it too late
to wake in fear,
facing tears
of familiar aches,
were loneliness
takes my dry eyes
and turns them wet,
only to turn my head
and find my beloved
lying next to me
in our shared bed?

Is it too late
to activate
the dream state
that elevates
all past hate
and into
a better world
to view,
a place where
I am able to
hold on to
hope?

I fear that I know
it is to late
for me to believe
that some love is
coming for me.

Jun 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 522

These are scary times
and I don’t want to be
the reason my family gets
this covid disease.

A lot of people
are out of work,
and I won’t complain
and be that ****
because I still get to
cash a check,
but doing so risks more
then just my neck.

These are troubled times
and I am afraid my greed
is preventing me
from doing what I need
to keep my family
and friends safe,
and illness free.

My baby brother
and his significant other
are getting ready to become
a father and a mother,
so, since I am still
out here working
I told them to stay
away from me
cause I don’t want
my unborn nephew or niece
to get sick and die
from whats going through.

These are strange days.
The gyms are closed
and my friends
all stay home,
just like my dad
whose sixty-five
with diabetes
and blood pressure
to high,
and every night
when I drive back
I worry that
this man who has had
a heart attack,
might catch something
that I bring home to him.
Still, I go in.
I keep working,
but if he gets sick and die,
I think I might try
and commit suicide.

Jun 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 521

I want to dull this
daily business
pain that hits us
minor misfits
with ballistic
bouncing *****
of depression
that fall
and bounce
right back
to jack slap
pain into
our red face,
as we are shamed
for our class
and unverifiable
race.

Jun 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 518

While you were stuck,
getting drunk,
and punched
by your punk
boyfriend,

I was out
trying to make
poetic impressions
to inform other humans
what lies before them.

While your redneck
gotta get some ****,
barely ever there
partner who only cares
when it’s convenient
was getting mean
in your apartment,

I was out trying to write
love, wisdom,
and a sea of compassion
into this desert dry
dismal life.

While you were celebrating
race bating,
rich men taking
all that our labors
are making
while claiming
some poorer
population
is polluting
our great nations,

I was studying
and working
towards
self-improvement.

I know you tried to teach me
how to be mean and greedy,
but even though
I’m an amazing
autodidact,
I just can’t seem
or even want to
cash in on the
***** everyone else
capitalistic scheme,
American dream.