Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.

the return

I just managed to return
from past the grave
they planned to bury,
well perhaps, me
I found twas too lonely
in the forest
even though the cemetery was on the highway...
but too deep

so scary and cold
and left all alone with a hope
someday my spouse may join me,
I returned home
with a spark afresh!

come friends have a drink and join me,
for this life I now do not wish to abandon
my, it’s too miserable out there
how will I alone manage my hair?

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing stage: 

Comments

Even deeper than the grave from which you have returned

And

Not without that sense of humor or sarcasm? I'm not sure any more :-)

❤❤❤❤❤❤

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words
........Robert Frost☺

Please follow me on Instagram
https://instagram.com/poetry.jo?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

here only one odd guy reads it
I simultaneously posted on another site
and got rave reads
100 and earned 4 cents
ahahahahah
funny world this

earlier this site could show
how many read urs
now its like mutual masturbation only
you read mine and i'll pull urs
adm never bothers
who does or does not read
last style of system here was far better
but all have turned a deaf ear..

loved

author comment

A trial look at what you may perceive of the place you are going.
I liked this, it was a leap into the unknown, and there in the forest or by the highway you found only loneliness, which seems to reflect an image of the inner self.
A fear of being alone out there should you have to go, we know not of the hour only the finality of it all.
That I believe it is a short step from physical to Spiritual is OK for me but for those that are still seeking the truth in many things it may be a fearful place. Fear not Young Bard death is gentle to all that cross its portals.
Yours Ian.T

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

enjoy each moment here
what lovely damsels....

love life each moment
as it comes
what
enjoyment friends

live life today
as tomorrow you may not awake
what an inspiration

how about a date?

life is just a sojourn
a word you dislike but
what
else is there in life

each incident in many a ways
is
a sojourn
by the way Ian my
poem this too
is a travelers read for you
ere !!!!!

the destination
you feel nervy about
I don't

Don't worry till you have
read this
I won't
post it in the what you call
the
stream

small bard me

loved

author comment

I shall enjoy the future sojourn, where I shall seek you out and just whisper that I never feared, you will hear it as a gentle breeze of thought and maybe just a touch of colour, Sadie sends her love to you and laughs at the strange talks we have, words not needed and thoughts that will be enjoyed together one space in the future,
Yours Ian.

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

do send our luv
regards
namesetays
and salaaams and happy days
morning and noon and night too
i wonder if they have seasons there
and say when we join you stay
to welcome me and you
then we may fly by in the vehicle of
the wilderness of darkness
to a rondezvous
beyond eternity to see
if there still exists life after death
only for u ian
not me...

I have had enough of life
that's in store still here for me...

loved

author comment

I have over the past few years been listening and watching the children on the other side, trying to figure out what they are.

This is the hardest of things, they do not sleep, eat any of those things we need for our physical being here.

I am not sure how to explain the way they are, a pattern, a colour, that retains its own individuality, a system run purely on unconditional love.

Yet they do things or appear to do things we can accept as normal for us.

How do you explain to a physical being about the library there, and the think talk that is theirs, they asked me to write of them but it is so very hard.

I expect laughter from some that are fixed in their beliefs and ways here.

It is very hard to think of being without body yet retaining form.

Influencing thoughts having others speak for you because it is physical, this they have to learn.

Being in many places at the same time, making us aware that they are there when needed, and the healing powers they have, plus many other things.
The children in the group I know have taught me so much, I have been to see their meetings, been to their library, art gallery and joined them in the odd rescue of a child that has called out, or just arrived and talked to me, but as an observer mainly, the beauty of all they do is beyond measure..

I think that they did extra for me as I learned of their ways, I am called Granddad and have my own seat by the wood in the area they have made as a reception place for other children, it is also where they love to play.
What else can one say, if there are questions then I will seek the answers

Young Bard most of my writing like the Wisdom of the Great Bear comes from them, and of course the extra talks that are recorded here, I have far more than I can ever write, though I still find a little time to do my everyday things, and the odd poem is mine but it is the separation that has to be known.
I will leave this now as it is long for you to read, you take care young Bard and know that those that know you, love you, as they love all, and tell me that you have much to do..
Yours Ian.T

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

good rife and alive imagination yours
sustain your belief
we all have our own minds
ian

loved

author comment

How can a love of a parent for a child ,any deep love, not continue? I continue to love. Is that an emotion purely, or something that transcends our atoms and neurons?

I may post this.

WHERE DID HOUDINI GO?

I feel the anguish
of a body, mind and heart
crashing into atoms
and neurons
to become one
with the earth
I walk upon.

I am more than I seem.
how then can
the “ me” I know
no longer be.
and if there is a “soul”
hidden deep
in imystery
It lives In fear of
immortality.

of ones heart
which sends the spirits in liquid form
into circulation
in a manner of scientific resolution
not mythical aberration

and if.............. there is a “soul”.........YES THIS ALONE IS THE CRUX ....AND A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SCIENCE AND SPIRITUALITY
hidden deep
in mystery
It lives In fear of
immortality.

loved

author comment
(c) Neopoet.com. No copyright is claimed by Neopoet to original member content.