r/povertypoetry

Who am I, I wonder, in this vast existence?

What place is mine, and what does it mean to be here?

I am a drop of water catching the morning light

for one brief moment along the riverbank.

Then evening comes, and I am gone—

as though I had never shimmered at all.

I am a melody life once carried into the air,

heard by some, missed by others.

Silence will have its way with me, and I will fade

as though I had never reached an ear.

I am a shadow running beside time,

both of us moving too fast to be held.

Then the curtain falls, and I disappear from sight—

as though I had never hurried toward tomorrow.

I am a wave life sends toward open water,

growing, breaking, carried farther than I can see.

And soon, I will dissolve upon the shore,

as though I had never risen, never traveled, never been here at all.

Spirit Guide though I can not see you with my eyes

I know you are the only reason I am still alive

Spirit Guide protecting me when in the lions den

Where I can not hide,wiping the tears away when I

Cry, spirit Guide though I can not see you with my

Eyes,I know you are always by my side...

Spirit Guide hear the prayer I pray today

With every step I take please show me the way

Be near,calm my fears when I am feeling lost

And afraid, forever, forever and always

Spirit Guide hear the prayer I pray today...

Spirit Guide take my hand and lead me back to

The ancient place I come from,help me to understand

My connection better to the great one,is it through

The eyes of the eagle,the bear or the wild cat

Give me the strength I need to leave the past behind

And find peace of mind,no looking back,no more

Looking back...

Spirit Guide hear the prayer I pray today

With every step I take please show me the way

Be near,calm my fears when I'm feeling lost

And afraid,forever,forever and always

Spirit Guide hear the prayer I pray,hear the prayer

I pray today!

Person-in-Narrative, drowns in own fore-runnership

Hardened by having, comfort is expensive

Taken by bigness in relative-surpluss,

saying less morely, a hear is harrowed.

Remorse in reflection, whole considered,

leads virtue to a self-recollection,

means untrumpen by inheritance,

the one with itself, undoes man & sin,

reclaiming being, from trappedness within.

 

Delight in self-deprecation,

the cost of collapse, is an exact name.

 

Whole of parts are those displacements,

free by totality against totality, order is total,

yet ordering comes partial & with partalarchy.

 

from Green-savings processed in fluffy white,

mutton is a prepaid forgiveness that pays again,

each time, in squandered will to grow, feeding another,

who eats you and whom you shall never know.

 

Inanity aflame as fire, with new preoccupations,

a spine keeping time endurable, it feeds saturation,

and becomes as loss is. Taken by feast of cheapening sin.

Nature's retort is an opposite reaction almost equal,

losing energy each itteration, a tit for tat, imminantly,

necessary, unplanned (with deeper dignity?); accursed-share minted,

in conservancy.

 

Farces in willing's impotence, calls forth,

sacrifices before eyes, in an open fire of benevolent squander.

Far from self-making, autophagy turns into compression,

as the employ of disturbance in the use of itself in its opposite.

In scarcity, the small matters as care's possibility towards itself.

In having, all is as picture to itself, in satiety's unwant for spoil.

 

Equaniminity sits on top of a wave, waving.

Whose schadenfreude, which self-remmunerative ethic?

Lack of lack, as be-leveled-settlement. Bracketted.

All lost but chaos's removal.  Solid-state but as freedom.

 

If the waves grow tired, so shall I.

Mine as route, of the absolute resource.

Saturation turns a new tide, & forgets.

O)_(O            <huam’nam>

Well and something seems to be missing here in my cottage at the bottom of the Blue ridge mountains and a crystal clear blue stream, when the night falls My lonely heart calls but now I can only see your face in my dreams...

In my cottage of candle lit windows, firelight casting off the silhouette of dark shadows, in my cottage I am up for hours and hours on end reminiscing when, just sitting here drowning in my tears, creating my own false fears in my cottage, in my cottage I haven't left in years...

Well maybe I am just like some old hermit not quite in touch with reality, a broken hearted fool gone crazy, they say we always hurt the ones we love the most but how do you reason with a ghost, oh and when the night falls My lonely heart calls staring at your picture on the wall....

In my cottage of candlelit windows, firelight casting off the silhouette of dark shadows, haunted by the memory of you spending hours and hours on end sad and confused, just sitting here and listening to the knock of a cold winter's wind trying to come in, in my cottage lost in a dream, drowning in my tears creating my own false fears, in my cottage, in my cottage I haven't left in years...

Just an old hermit and a cottage by a river and a valley below just an old hermit and a cottage with candle lit windows.

Lyra in the summer midnight sky,heart on fire

Black Forest tigers eye,behind flames of desire...

I can still hear your voice in the wind on nights like

These but I could use a stronger spell so you will never

Forget about me, come back to me don't believe the

Lies they tell,we have a history and many more lives

Together still to come,the cards tell me Everytime you

Are the one,you are the one and only one...

So where have you gone to dwell these days,I can't find

You in my crystal ball,what happened to us,I don't know

But I could of sworn we had it all,I know we had it all

Til they turned your mind inside out,what the hell is that

About and now the summer is turning into fall...

Maybe you could catch a silent signal when I think

About you, sometimes you just gotta break the rules

Maybe you could find me and my shadow by candlelight

Tonight,I wish I may have this wish I wish tonight ...

We have a history and many more lives together still

TO come and the cards have always said you are the

One,you are the one...

Lyra in the summer night sky,heart on fire,black forest

Tigers Eye through burning flames of desire....

As the sorcerer sends a message on the wind,then it's

Not a question of if,only a matter of when!