The hours pass bye
When my friend’s mother almost died
Taking her last
Breathe,
Ambulance and police
Take over
But
The mother breathes
As the hospital released,
The darkest hour
We need, doctors to shine in the purest moments in life
Her beauty resigns
In the hands
Of nothing and no good doctors
Why?
We need, the doctor to reply
Sighs
Air pump holding her alive
It’s time to release
The mother
I cry
And saw the man
Scream for his mother life
On whom almost died
Doctors just released her
Why?
Screams the son
To the doctor
We need, you to bring her home alive
You were going to leave her
Dead and not alive
We needed you
Doctor
Explain my cries
Cause you left
Dana Gregory
passionwhite
International award winning poet that just recently received a letter from Poetry Nation and I am getting an honor award for past accomplishments for my writing poetry. My overall, personality is artistic in which is writing, painting, and photography. I have just recently been a published author with one book called "My Healing Journey" by Dana Warnock which is my maiden name and I working on getting my name back. I am currently writing another book of poetry. I hope to finish this book within this marathon.
Trampoline Time
Oh, Jump
Oh, Jump,
I climb high
I cry
Cause
Reaching the sky
Is off limits
On trampoline time
Oh, So, I jump
Jump and jump
And jump,
NO, words to fly
Oh, so I cry
And cry
I can’t find my
Poet’s eye
Where did it go inside of my mind?
Yikes!
I jumped to high
Ice
Found within
Trampoline time-
Universal sky-I’m fine
An Ugly Face
You glare at me with your eyes
And then turn back away from me
Because you only saw
An ugly face
Starring back at you
With a open heart
Full of a lingering love
Inside a genuine art
Color My Pages
Browns and reds built the foundation
Blues and greys structure tear down those secrets of formation
Pinks and yellows give glory to the transformation
Peach frees the child’s soul of word translations
Squeezing out the blessed women’s Identity
Of a born leader
Top Climb
Broken down
Sound bound
Earth shakes
It molds and makes
Quality Beauty
Golden duty
Of a solider
Signs
Black and blue peas
Birds break trees
Falling knees
Un-natural breeze
Animals sneeze
Car’s disease
Cold bees
Elegance seen
After the human
It’s been
Done
Do I exist?
I etch my soul in the sky,
As, I need a rebirth,
Energy stretches into purple highs,
As, I ask within “Earth”,
Do I Exist?
Then, answers replied “Nothing Lives”
So I ask again “Why?”
“Is it up to the heavens and sky on who lives or dies?”
Then, I reply “Why Try!”
When all we are going to do is die,
I surrender and sigh,
The sky replies “Earths design was to give you a reason to shine in a human life,
But humans destroy life, so we take life,
So I reply “If I die, what happens then”
The sky replies “Life is designed to fly even when you die”,
“So nothing lives”,
So, I ask again “If we try, fly, and not sigh about life, then how is life designed in the sky”,
A gentle reply “Seek the purple high in the sky, find life, and fly”
And I reply “I get it, if we all fly, then no one dies and everyone lives”,
The sky replies “Life is etched in the sky, so no matter if you die”
“You will always try and fly” I reply “I exist when I fly”
Then the sky replies “Then, you exist”
The Child’s Conspicuous Voice
Hide me, hide me
Please!
Do not find me
I’m blind
Stop showing me Signs
Please!
Glide me, glide me
To un-design
The base
Of my
Vibrations
Inside of me
Hide me, hide me
Please!
Surrendering
All of one
And then,
None and even known
Crinkle tone
Of me
Higher Calling
Soul hidden behind clouds
Vibrations lift sounds
People around
Lines zip
Crowns
Further upward
In life
Human strife
Gone
Colors Dance Together
Almond feather steps inside
Tangerine
Salomon arctic lime grinds into a cosmic love line,
Emerald green
Autumn septic airwaves signs sonic above pines
Authentic scene- Amethyst dreams
Apple green
Celtic signs