Tag: Poem

Syncing Delusional

Syncing Delusional
 
I am the unusual
Very much delusional,
A man perched on the brink
This verse, this man, out of sync.
 
I am searching to fill in a hole
A chunk of ground missing in front
Of my blind eyes, I fall in with a grunt.
Bury me alive, cover me with dirt, like a mole
I, the delusional, cannot see through to your soul
 
Pondered on the verge of my destruction
Why is it that I am always looking for what is null
You fell into my gaze, only for me to crack my skull
If I bleed onto you, I will bleed on your instruction
I have fallen, delusional I am, into your seduction.
 
7/8/20 - Andy McRae

INK 2

INK II
 
Words flowing
Like a fountain of oil
Ink
From the mind
Covering all in script
 
I cannot contain
The fount of ink
Blackens out the page
With darkened letters
Words poisoned
Ink stained
 
Reading what was written
I find nothing but the unforgiveable
Ink smudges on my hand
On my face, crawling in
Sanity bending whim
 
Ink
A simple thing
Sitting in a jar
Take it out
And madness
Is not far
 
Ink.
 
6/25/20 – Andy McRae

This poem revisits the idea of Ink being this powerful force. Here is the original INK

Pink Rose

Pink Rose

In the light of a harsh sun filled day
A lone bloom, a pink rose, reaches for the sky
Curling down a petal, a single drop, a cry
A pink rose, a lone bloom fenced in, to keep at bay
All gloom and doom of a world outside the array

Yet the drop is not curling down the petal
For simple gloom and doom so removed
A pink rose, a lone bloom, seclusion proved
To be a sword hilt ringed with a thorny metal
Effective for sure, but an unhandleable devil

Gated on all sides, an island at sea
A lone bloom, kept from the doom
A pink rose, alone from all the gloom
Kept alone from all the horizons that it can see
Why, little pink rose, a drop is curling down thee.

July 6, 2020 - Andy McRae

Hydra

She said
'Have a nice day'
So, I tried, I wanted to try so hard
But this hydra hit us off guard
 
That barista was delightful
My coffee, simply delicious
But I could not go back
Because the hydra was malicious
 
Now I drink coffee alone, at home
Nobody around to say
'Have a nice day'
And still the hydra is on the roam
I cannot win in this modern apocalyptic zone.
 
June 30, 2020 - Andy McRae

Fear Me

Fear me, the darkness
Deep in your heart
Slumbering in your soul
Waiting to get out
Longing to reach out
And touch another being

Tainted to the touch
Brushed by a poisonous
Creation lumbering
For so long in the depths
Of your love, corruption
Seeping out

Leaking out
Of the cage
That has held so long
Darkness decaying
All around you is falling
Melting away with rot

The air is riddled with
The stench of fear
All around you is seared
By the touch of the darkness
That you let out

Plants wither, cattle corpses rot
Can you handle the darkness
The primordial fear you wrought
Changing the land, the people
They suffer until you say not.


June 24, 2020 – Andy McRae

Kaleidoscope

Kaleidoscope
Prismatic at the wheel
Drive me places
Make me feel

Prism shift
Feel the drift
From red to blue
Coming down too

Kaleidoscope
Chromatic way I emote
Long waves, short waves
Makes me feel like a remote

Palate of colors I am
I shift with coming of wind
Sail across the sky
Prism rainbow am I

Kaleidoscope
Fully hued
All the colors of the rainbow
I suffer a few in magnitude.

June 23, 2020 - Andy McRae

My sister told me I should write a poem about pretty colors. so I did.

Humble Bumble

The birds are chirping from the trees
All around me the nature breathes.
Scent of lavender lofts thru the air
As someone fells down a tree with care.
Old dogs lying, licking at their paws
Sniffing the wind when they take a pause.
Trees grow giant all around the yard
Maple, Birch, Spruce, Willow stand guard.
Flowers blossom, hummingbirds flutter, bees bumble
This world beyond my door makes me feel humble.
6/15/20 – Andy McRae