New: abarefootpoetAll contenthive-129948krhive-196917zzanhive-185836hive-183959hive-180932steemhive-144064hive-166405hive-150122hive-101145uncommonlabhive-183397hive-188619hive-184714hive-145157bitcoinhive-193637hive-180301krsuccesslifehive-103599hive-139150photographyTrendingNewHotLikersabarefootpoet (61)in poetry • 7 years agothe code of demonsthis collateral we hold close, glow of the rained-upon street. quiet and solemn today, eh? suppose we walk away permanently. there goes another honest worry roll it all down fold the…abarefootpoet (61)in poetry • 7 years agoharvest of exhalationwhy these twinkling lights where the honest stars forgot. were we symbols or song? the flesh of kindness is formed around these words i cannot taste. and these dreams i can't…abarefootpoet (61)in poetry • 7 years agoplatitudesisn’t it this easy december honesty? file away your nostalgia with filtered torment within freezing rain while fog remains around your heart like chromosome stairways the light of a…abarefootpoet (61)in poetry • 7 years agobetween-dreamnape of the neck i rest the wind. i let the bones go. we carousel’d like dragonflies lest warm my feet, tell the carnival’d hope. blister on, the tea to soothe a soft fire caravans…abarefootpoet (61)in poetry • 7 years agoin reverseit’s your retrospect just the one key unlock the night or these ardent hands feeble cells i wanna construct ornament this exchange too ~Olvrabarefootpoet (61)in poetry • 7 years agostories for teethdon’t make an enemy of time like the countdown deposed of western seam’d sun dispose your fears in a greedy glass of blue and sea foam. we see the golden grass hue when it’s nearing winter…abarefootpoet (61)in poetry • 7 years agodecember resembles your face in summer, cold like the road through southwestern blizzardslaying plain, in the grass and sin always a wandering guilt, kicking, spinning managing the wild craft of atoms this life, a lonely bite of death these stars, a slumber of breath ~Olvrabarefootpoet (61)in poetry • 7 years agoalways been hereyou’ll melt into the salt of unseen tears of unheld nights of unsheathed moons until another million years go by and still and on to morph the spark and fold and born too bare, the…abarefootpoet (61)in poetry • 7 years agotreason, like this islanda flowers bloodstream a butterflies clutch sinister color become coal together here is a warm discover ~Olvrabarefootpoet (61)in poetry • 7 years agoif it's collecting stonesnew mexico cold blue red feud rain at 20 degrees a song comes back to me another blank sky an empty black street ~Olvrabarefootpoet (61)in poetry • 8 years agoa barefoot poemabarefootpoet (61)in poetry • 8 years agoa poem from a barefoot poetabarefootpoet (61)in curie • 8 years agodispelthe glisten a cable car confirmation watch the fading station here your head was simple and rested all the harolding and the tunes ill motive shame carried shoulders dispelling…abarefootpoet (61)in poetry • 8 years agoblueprints - an original poemfor more, follow me @abarefootpoetabarefootpoet (61)in poetry • 8 years agohalf moon - an original poem~ ~ ~ follow me @abarefootpoet ~ ~ ~abarefootpoet (61)in poetry • 8 years agoBroken arrows (an original poem)to be a part of a river, tracing we can't climb out when the stones are carrying us i know we can angle it the truth to tell the wishes of a broken arrow that intervenes in my veins be…abarefootpoet (61)in poetry • 8 years agoStones (an original poem)we weren't limited to the naked skin of night or the soil finding its way between our toes we carried a sail over murky waters we cradled the soul of love into a prism of rain and today i…abarefootpoet (61)in poetry • 8 years agoDawn (an original poem)the feeling when you are just finishing your final cup of tea what the universe delved out i was not listening and i was drowning she speaks something more important and…abarefootpoet (61)in poetry • 8 years agoCoffee & Confessions (an original poem)a black drink a cold pen strokes glowing paper spilling strange confessions take the blow above the horizon to belt out what's unclear we are never going to swallow…abarefootpoet (61)in life • 8 years agoDaydreaming Fools (an original poem)i keep dreaming. my sanity has shifted to rely on it allow the dreams to run rampant these days to sound like symphonies it's all perspective. some call me crazy for being honest because…
