Daily Poetry

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two

Growing Up
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When I was younger,
I found many things that amazed me.
Exotic things, erotic only in the imagination,
Little nuances that no one else cherished.

Then I realized, gleefully feeling
That no one knew what could be seen.
I was a child, blissful, never wishing
Ignorant in how life could have been.

Yet I learned how to believe,
In me, the very things I could be.
With my childhood, perfect clarity
that I simply now can see.

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Listen to the Rain
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You didn’t know me,
Not like I wanted to know you.
I had lost my peaceful heart,
Without semblance or recollection
of standing in the calm.

Yet when it rained,
I thought of you,
Tempting words I didn’t say,
Falling upon silence
like drops lost in the storm.

I kept failing to fly,
A thousand times,
Again and again.
Lost, befuddled, amused,
Usually hopeless, sometimes yearning.

A thousand times,
I threw myself from heaven.
Daring to try, just once,
To touch your face,
Caress your lips.

When the sky sheds a tear
With but a chance to touch,
May I find your heart below,
Peaceful in knowing, I love you.
Even when I’m falling.

The Sword and the Stone

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Creative Writing

I find myself amongst scattered stones.
Fallen heroes and indifferent hearts.
The chaotic rush of defiant inhumanity,
And the deafening thunder of war.

When I live such things,
I no longer find my honor,
I find my soul to be untouchable,
The search for a king is over.

I hold onto a blade,
That once defended all I cared for,
By destroying the very thing,
That someone else needed so dearly.

No one, not even I, can define why.
There was a time when great cause,
Gave inspiration to a time of excellence.
But that moment is over, death comes to all.

What is this hope we seek;
is it the futile hope of everlasting love,
or the disdain we all have of our possession?
Covered by the tears of loss, we all find only want.

Day after day, year after year,
The very heart that held my world together,
became harder than the world around me,
and my only love was turned to stone.