JohnLoopstra's Poems

Here's the list of poems submitted by JohnLoopstra — There are currently 8 poems total — keep up the great work!

Brook anew Slowly the brook meanders − I retraced my steps back − past the woodland’s edges; shadows of rings on the surface of these flowing waters move across the stream’s sunlit floor, bright, glasslike, disappearing, to reappear... – *by John Loopstra*	3 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
Haunting Am I to be ghost because I already died or because I hang on … live on past, past that one moment the old times froze, past that one moment creating, in passing, spaces. Am I to haunt this new... – *by John Loopstra*	4 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
tidal forces Even in the sunlight this head is aware of the night waiting for her chance, while the heart ever seeks the invisible moon. Tidal forces, cleaving, pain rules from behind the silence, by... – *by John Loopstra*	1 View added 2 years ago	Rating
My tongue At the end of my tongue there are sounds and in those sounds air and in that sky birds, come again summers long forgotten, far from home, free in otherworld − I find in ways I remained overthere, missed much of this life, shortened... – *by John Loopstra*	6 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
Terra Ingognito unknown ever looming, threatening, constantly, a dark silence lay in wait; always I avoided it - now, finally, I listened. It was no bogeyman who lived in that darkness, there were no bear traps hidden in the leaves... – *by John Loopstra*	1 View added 2 years ago	Rating
Hermit to emperor If you lay down your head to rest, do you feel my heartbeat as the way to dream? With your head on my chest, I no longer feel hemmed in by my own inner void, that never fills the same... – *by John Loopstra*	2 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
My days Up to this very moment I passed through each and every day of my life, your hands have been bearing the lion’s share. Words of all breeds came to tea, while they tore down old walls, built new braces for the roof and... – *by John Loopstra*	7 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
Innocently I asked Innocently I asked. A door opens, recklessly revealing old life. It hurts to have no words allowed to wander, wonder, ponder for fear is stalking me. Yet, the silence is killing me, is killing us. Yes, it helps to let these words roam... – *by John Loopstra*	1 View added 2 years ago	Rating