Defiance

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The Downfall Of Hope – My Anthology of Poems – is out now – please support my writing!

An anthology of poems which capture the contradictory tragedies and wonders of life.

The poems and stories contained within this book focus on the opposing emotions, experienced by humans throughout life.

Love and anger are consistent themes that build up throughout the book. This culminates in a number of lessons that the author hopes the readers, can take away with them.

The journey taken by reading these poems is intended to be cathartic and leave the reader with answers, based on the author’s own experiences. While also opening up perhaps more questions pertaining to love and life in general.

The author switches between his ability to beautifully and delicately express feelings of the heart, to madness, anger and despair; reflected by short hard-hitting cursing sentences which shock as well as intrigue the reader.

Thus, Halvard Green has managed to delve into and portray the human psyche via poetry in a way that has never been done before.

Power

From that day forth my heart changed…

And a voice echoed.

“Power”

Give me more….

“Power!”

And if I become alone and frightened…

So be it.

I’ll endure the torment and hardship.

Anything..

To get to where I want to be.

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Nature’s Pull

I’ve waited so long for this,
Even though it was always there,

To feel the cold wet rocks on my bare feet,
While the song birds continue to bleat,
The kelp bubble under the shallow water,
While the tide creeps out making the depth shorter,
Short enough to reach the abandoned ship,
Whose wood rots under it’s veneer of green,
Sunlight plays tricks as the estuary does gleam.
I approach a solitary monolith erupting through the water’s face,
Climbing, reliving past gone youth while memories unwind their lace,
Reaching the top I peer out yonder to the shimmering distance,
Soaking in the beauty and noises of nature in this solitary instance.

Nature’s pull is alive and true,
One can never escape it’s seductive glue,
I relish this treasure that this green earth gives,
And hope that every man gives in to it’s tug and lives.

Every line is about,
Who I don’t wanna write about anymore.
Hope you come down with something
They can’t diagnose, don’t have the cure for.
Holding on to your grudge.
Oh its so hard to have someone to love.
And keeping quiet is hard.
Cause you cant keep a secret
If it never was a secret to start.
At least pretend you didn’t wanna get caught..

 

Brand New, I believe you but my Tommy gun don’t.

Consider this a letter that I never sent,
However inconsiderate it seems,
Do you still consider me,
The boy you laughed with,
Or that you learned to live without. 

Jesse Lacey, Logan to Government Center, Your Favourite Weapon

Brand New

Leaves

The leaves flicker and bicker as they talk from the trees,
No longer enriched but browning as they diesmbark and leave,
They lived life full and will return to the earth,
Swept into heaps that transform into turf,
Nutrients released bilaterally if you will,
The mother tree soon reclaims her autumn ill,
When spring arrives and the souls of leaves are sprouted anew,
From the flowering, towering buds that become many from a few,
Is this nature… beauty – unwavering moved towards a cyclical cycle,
Or just raw chaos blended with something that is more real than mythical,
Biblical proportions these processes come and go,
Watch as the seasons pass and enjoy natures flow.

The Gnome

They call him the garden gnome,
Oversees all debris that is thrown,
He wanders through planes of torment,
For his soul is forever dormant,
Wading through mushy soil and turf,
Listless and senseless – alone in this earth,
He peers knowingly over his picket fence,
Years of lost hope the feeling grows intense,
Watching out for incursions into his plot,
He has been isolated and long forgot,
Blades of grass ripple to reflect his insanity,
Noone but him to witness this calamity,
All but one friend coming into sight,
The badger roaming his garden come night,
But again comes the sun and he is alone at dawn,
Longing for the day when the gnome is reborn.

My lovely sister helped me write this one 🙂

Jagged

There’s a jagged path that stretches far,
Memories formed through each turn like a scar,
You’ll meet many along it that much is sure,
Some will dish you pain while others are a cure,
To all the troubles and strife you meet,
Those certain companions – the pain they treat,
Cherish the ones you loved and lost,
For they in their own way lessened the cost,
Of stumbling that path completely alone,
Instead they raised you up and helped you home.