u/RasholeHash

Mahogany Birds

When i was young, I lay upon soft green grass between the gnarled roots of a mahogany tree.

The sunlight scattered, shattered into fine blades by the dense canopy.

I see the dark face of a green monkey holding her babe

She wipes his face, then leaps away,

Causing the thick branches to shake loose mahogany seeds free from open pods.

Twirling, they float upon the lightest breeze

Brown papery things, flying with one spinning wing

I find myself again today, picking them up, helping them to fly away

As they did on that day

When I was young.

Not sure how I feel about this one.... help🥲

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/NIJgoYwfZo

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/aOKw9rJkWe

Scattered moonlight sets the grass aglow.

It dances with the wind as the Plumeria's cursive branches sway slow.

Living metronome, timing my grief, the beat to my sorrow

As I weigh my willingness to face a morning new,

When hopes and dreams are distant and few.

A loathing grows like mold within my soul.

I cry out for God and my cries fall into the ocean cold.

And from me the world falls further away.

I hug myself beneath the Plumeria's canopy,

Hoping her petals would cover me so the world wouldn't see.

Wishing that her fragrance would mask my decay,

And hope that tomorrow aches less than today.

FEEDBACK

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/7Y0WhytDTQ

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/PyqTFVdsAC

Beneath the black blanket of starless sky,

As the engine moans and the roads bend and wind,

The weight of time tries to lull the mind into sleep

And I find my head resting on the scratched bus window.

Rough hewn cut rock parts ways to reveal

Distant bristling hills, alight with the gentle gleams of the stars they have stolen.

Some burn clear and white and some shine golden.

As the land's edge melts into the black sky

My island's lights burn awe into delight

Her heart beats, the deepest yellow gold,

as revealed when her pale white wings

slowly do unfold, beneath dense green canopies

she hangs silently above as the old bus groans ahead

Invaded by her divine aroma,

It fills the soul with nostalgia folded into cold night air.

An angel's perfume from a cracked holy vial,

The scent lingers in the bus or the mind for miles.

I breathe deep so I may inhale the divine.

---

Got zero attention in OcPoetry, so I'm posting here 🥲

​

Her heart beats, the deepest yellow gold,

as revealed when her pale white wings

slowly do unfold,

beneath dense green canopies

she hangs silently above as the old bus groans ahead

Invaded by her divine aroma,

It fills the soul with nostalgia folded into cold night air.

An angel's perfume from a cracked holy vial,

The scent lingers in the bus or the mind for miles

I breathe deep so I may inhale the divine

..........................

Hey readers and writers, give it to me straight! ❤️

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/5UVL20oTa31

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/c5W1RovmOz

Your eyes are intense and piercing.

In them, I feel your vision snaking across my flesh,

Your fingers caress and trace in such a way that I know you adore my essence,

But to meet your gaze feels like possession,

So I digress, I look away,

Even when your dark hands softly grip my face.

To look is to have my flesh stripped away.

Soul laid flawed, all too bare.

How could I, without a care,

reveal sprawling scars and stains and hope to share such fears with you?

You who wrap love around kisses and perfume the air,

A sweet soul that plants mint flowers in glass vases and dances in pouring rain until it drips from curling hair.

Something new I'm thinking of adding to my project.

Any thoughts and feedback helps!❤️

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/tYfBXyQ3B5

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/BzcAUI3CUe

Golden the glow off the broad blue back of the sea,

A scene so calm it could melt into a dream.

Through the smeared bus window, I gasp at the gleam,

A flash of a moment,

Caught in between the villas lining white-sand shores.

Upon her broad blue black lies a blanket of living gold,

Ornamented with pink and crimson skies

And long streaks of silver clouds

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/Yz0yKIrZ2Z

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/NeKoAK1P2M

I appreciate any and all feedback ❤️

The cold rain has drenched me once again

As has my pain.

The torrent will subside, but the dull ache will remain inside,

As I remember how you loved the cursed rain.

In the steam off the sunburnt street rising into the air,

I see a vision of you wringing out your dripping hair, where the smell of the cold rain clung.

It reminds me of you when the damp scent fills my lungs

And each and every time,

my heart is stung.

Another edited piece from my messy project.

Wondering if this is good enough as final version...

Though admittedly I feel it's missing something.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/6V2ZYBLOp9

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/7kO7T1J6fa

​

After the sun's brilliance begins to subside,

When the flaming pink and deep crimson leave the sky,

And blue becomes black, and the stars ignite,

Their shine reminds of the light in her eyes;

My sunshine.

Gone for a night that bled into day,

I woke and prayed,'Will Sunshine come again?'

I underestimate the dead weight of silence

Time and time again;

Grief, like paint can stain the soul

The dull ache penetrates, it lingers, just beyond the reach of my fingers.

Have I ever deserved her by my side?

Drunk on pride, half dead inside, while she simply breathed love,

Sweet Sunshine.

Beneath the stars that loom and judge,

I hang my head,

Years of long night and Sunshine isn't back yet

Dawn approaches as I process,

Memories and fantasies of what we were, and could still be,

If only...

The sun once again begins to show

Everything it softly touches, has a faded glow

But even so,

I wish to know...

Where did my Sunshine go?

I rewrote this so many times and I'm not sure if I'm comfortable leaving this as the final version so any feedback helps greatly. Thanks in advance!

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/myvVU17nUi

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/13wXBwMZQB

Mint flowers, small and delicate.

Spring from mint leaves, bright-green and deliberate.

Meticulously placed in a small glass vase

by your dark, loving hands,

that once caressed my face.

Their aroma; the scent of your ways,

full of spirit, kept in nature's loving gaze.

But now it has been too long,

the flowers miss your song.

The once-green leaves have turned to brown,

and have started to wilt.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/rQtoiFMb5Q

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/YyQRxieF60