Category: Poems
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Hiding
Why are you hiding down there?There’s nothing out here that will hurt youNothing to be afraid of.I see you breathingIt’s the only reason I noticed youThe soft rising of your chestOr is that your back?I really cannot tell.Now I see you movingComing slowly out into the light.Please go back.I did not realize— You weren’t hiding…
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Symphony of Two
This couch is our throne in shadowSeeping through the open windowsPooling on the carpet and hiding us from the world.It’s too easy to believe in evil at times like this.Melt with me into the nightAnd let us hope we disappear togetherLost to the world—or fleeing it.Who will chase us before the way back is closed?The…
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There May Be Something to This Writing Thing After All
Is it strange that we living beingsSearch for meaning on silver screens?Or that we scan ink spots printed neatly on paperTo find the truth of our existence?Until I wrote these questions, I didn’t know.Now, my answer is no.Each one of us contains some piece of the truth.Small or large, dim or bright, quiet or deafeningThe…
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Lights Out
There were people inside when the lights went out.The roads emptied, the world was still.Starlight whispered in the night— A million worlds in the depths of nothingWhere we were never meant to go.Find the way through, come back with light For those huddled in the darknessWho wait for the return of sweet air.Cold breath that…
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ROE
How many times must I bleed across a pageBefore my veins run dry?Is there an end to these words I find so beautiful?‘You’re either with me or against me,’He said with absolutely no regard for human complexity.‘Follow me, or fade into oblivion.’A fate that is our birthright, should we follow him or not.Play the game,…
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The City I Dream
In my dreams I walk through a cityI do not know which, but it is ancient.All around are the great works of its peopleThough they appear unweatheredTheir craftsmen are nowhere to be found.The beauty fills my heart with sadnessAnd my mind with fear.Over everything lies a deep expectancyAs if I am waiting for the comingOf…
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My Next Big Purchase
I could buy a boat and disappearDip below the horizon and enter a new worldDraw life from the sea, guidance from the starsSwell and heave with the wild tideConverse with monsters of the deepDrop anchor in strange waters andSleep under moonbeams scented with myrrhIn harbors of lands unmapped, unknownThe lifeblood of the Earth could be…
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The Long Road
Blue fades to black and a sparkle of moonlightHold me close and tell me we made itBreathe eternity and listen to the song of timeWhile home collects new dust that will never be cleared away.Our road ended when it reached the starsBut our journey has not yet begun.Now memory is a racing heartbeatA shudder at…
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Come With Me
‘Come with me to the end,’ she said.‘I know of a placeWhere the wind tastes of cinnamonRivers flow cold and pure Through meadows of goldAt night clouds departAnd stars fall like snowUpon the mountaintops.Time cannot touch us there.’ I listened to herAnd fell more madly in love.We could not knowThe end lay not in golden…
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Beyond the Horizon
That horizon I have always knownBeyond which lies my questHidden by impenetrable sandsDevours my light and gives back noneI have tried to gain the upper landsSent back the days passed in dusty lightUrged on by song I cannot knowThe aching surge of longing from a thousand heartsWho mourn my passingBut did not celebrate my birth.…
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Behind Us
Behind each foray into days whose truth has been forgottenTrails of used up bodies, broken hearts, souls emptied to the wind, lie abandoned.Happiness was given as a whisper for ears no longer listening,Still ready to radiate into the cold world of nowThough it does not stop the hands of time from growing old, moving onForgetting…
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There’s Work to Be Done
Here in the cityWe all walk as oneThe gold light of eveningFades with the sunDisappear into doorwaysUntil there are noneRest up for the morningThere’s work to be done. Away from green pasturesToward concrete we runBeneath metal-framed ceilingsThe victory we’ve wonThe threads of our storyAre already spunRest up for the morningThere’s work to be done. Original…
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Sometimes
Sometimes, when the sun is in just the right spot, It’s light filters through the leaves Swaying in a gentle breeze In the same way it did when I was young. I often wish to return to the past. Looking back into memory I see Endless summer days, trips to the coast, Heroic deeds…
Mitchel David Ring 