Poetry

  • Poetry

    By Bee.Lover

    Retract and hide

    I've recently found myself back in my shell

    Pretending to be someone I'm not

    And I think I know why.

     

    I've pulled back from people 

    Only interacting with animals and strangers online 

  • Dancing

    Two kids

    The song

    The beat

    The rhythm

    You know the rhythm, don't you?

    Pulling you up

    Pulling you to me

    Out there

    I know it's scary

    Couldn't we let go and not care

    Just for tonight?

  • Giddy

    Giddy is the exhilaration

    Thinking about you

    Getting excited

    For what, I don't know

    Counting down the days until I can see you again

    (Summer is hard)

    Reading love stories

    Listening to love songs

  • I cried

    I cried.

    I looked at the photos,

    The Polaroids,

    And I cried

    And cried

    And cried.

    I couldn't feel anything.

    My heart was bleeding

    And I couldn't feel it.

    I cried

    Emotionless

  • The Bonfire

    Night fast approaching.

    Sitting in chairs looking on at the mound of wood.

    An elegant bird rising destined to fall.

    Then a light.

    Small yet growing fast.

    Then in a second the bird catches.

  • Separation

    It's always the goodbyes that are hardest

    especially when you've gotten so close

    after years of distance

    it's worst when you don't end up getting to spend the time you wanted to spend with them

  • hidden away.

    I’ve always wondered

    What it’s like to be myself

    Openly and honest

    And not hiding behind bookshelves

    Waiting for someone to see

    And let me into their heart.


    A guy is knocking

  • fruitless travel

    i want to go to a place that doesn't exist.

    i want to go to a place that will never come.

    i want to go to a place that is nowhere.

     

    Or maybe i don't want to go to a place.

     

  • Summer Smiles

    Summer always meant clear skies to me,

    With a never-ending supply of sunshine,

    And a night that would never arrive,

    Where time is paused mid-afternoon,

    And I'd bask under its rays lying on lush grass,

  • Outsider

    My neighbor is doing Duolingo across the street,

    He’s in his sixties learning a new language

    And I’m just eating leftovers, watching him,

    Wondering if he’s practicing French for his husband.
     

  • Endless

    Card

    after card

    after card

    it keeps going

    the stack endless

    the family tree sprawling

    stretching

    growing

    by the second.

    I have to write it all down