Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • poem: rainbow tears

    poem: rainbow tears

    rainbow tears stream from crystal eyes
    the making, the madness,
    of where I’m 
    wonderful and wise
    then empty and sad 
    these colours are thus grey
    but rainbow tears of happiness 
    can still linger for another day. 

    the different moods, different faces which 
    spring forth from within
    I now embrace them 
    I welcome them
    I allow them to be seen 
    because it is in moments of darkness
    of dejection and bleakness 
    that my rainbow tears give themselves away
    they are in comparison to my shadows 
    in which bitterness or negativity 
    can themselves truly lay.

    rainbow tears may stream down my face
    my cheeks trailing with colourful paths 
    so brightly placed
    but their shades are so welcome
    a mixture of hope, sadness and soul,
    of joy and reverence
    to me these tears shall share what the 
    world needs to know,
    what tales should be revealed and cast
    no longer best kept close to the soul.

    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.

    Image from Pexels.

    This poem was inspired by a prompt by @soulful_poetry_from_the_heart on Instagram, and the prompt I chose was “Rainbow tears”. Thank you to Hiya for her prompts. Please visit her Instagram for her beautiful, evocative poetry. 🙂
    and please visit my Instagram @laurenm.hancock if you’d like to see more of my poetry and my past artworks and more.

  • poem: decisions – 29/04/22

    poem: decisions – 29/04/22

    There are traits within that I pursue
    to make better or more settled 
    to correct myself anew 
    to advance forth, to speak a humbling truth,
    to start a path, 
    or reach for one which I’d already made new.

    Should I travel in a manner that is 
    safer, in a way?
    Or take the chance to work hard at what 
    I have maybe been gifted with,
    advance here for another day?

    What shall I be known for,
    shall it be my words,
    heartache, sweeping sorrow,
    advancing, manifesting, awe?

    To have words represent my lifetime,
    personal growth, reckless love,
    yearning from up above,
    tied lines,
    tiredness, repetitiveness,
    shall I not wish for that process anymore?

    And delicately, as though a moth, asymmetrical though
    I will spread my wings,
    their loose scales cast about my form
    like dust of a fairy whose taken flight
    is a must 

    And I’ve made my decision
    perhaps I can live in both
    the world of feeling, and the land of dreaming
    imagination shared by all

    With a delectable joyousness
    I’ve assumed the position 
    of living on the border,
    two lands brought together,
    the result of these soon I’ll know.

    © Copyright 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Image from Pixabay

  • poem: love and wanderlust – 27/04/22

    poem: love and wanderlust – 27/04/22

    Angelic breeze tickles my nose
    the serenity and beauty of what I know
    Nothing is more perfect than the moment of now
    Embracing this fact
    Intuitively is how

    Wandering in the scope of the breathless view
    amazing is the habit, admiringly renewed
    understanding the intent,
    why, Beauty, there’s a sum,
    a knowing, sheer growing,
    correcting a heart which had grown numb.

    Florid complexion, blushed cheeks above a smile,
    a knowing and wanting, a potential for more
    than a while,
    a wonderful aching and warmth deep within,
    gravitating moments,
    careful, step, step, don’t fall into the
    false world you’re presented with.

    Fluidity, potpourri, scented, a flurry,
    Reaching, a nearing, subtle, no need for fearing,
    a universal tying of intent we know as Hope,
    gravelly words, precisely uttered,
    it is then that I will know.

    © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
    Photo from Pixabay

  • poem: darkness entwined – 20/04/22

    poem: darkness entwined – 20/04/22

    I can’t be bright, I can’t be calm, I want to write darkness into their arms, the lovers’ capacity are shadowed in depth, their fates, true strengths will be met. In the witching hour their magic’s so bright, Moon sprays light into their night and the raven caws deep rumble, sharp, hard, one would never know if the moon threw or broke the bewitching stars.

    The lovers entwine in depths of night now, needing solace in their minds filled with sadness and sorrow, are they caressing the wrong one, tales wrought, takes to be undone, and powerful are whispers under breath, grails to be found or hopefully won.

    (c) 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.

    Image from Pixabay.

  • poem: pink dress – 06/04/22

    poem: pink dress – 06/04/22

    Conspiring melodies,
    tongue-in-cheek parodies,
    beginning to recall memories,
    shove them down,
    place myself at ease.

    Jilted rhythms,
    a sonata heaves and breathes,
    escaping the melancholy,
    Dear, there seems no end to these.

    I waltz through artwork,
    it is my time,
    my time to spit forth images,
    not rhymes,
    that was a dragging tune that brought itself
    to harken my ears,
    enough to resolutely accept,
    enough of the feigned prowess, remember,
    always remembering,
    who you were before that pink dress.

    (c) 2022 Lauren M. Hancock  Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Image from Pixabay.

  • poem: healing has a language – 04/04/22

    poem: healing has a language – 04/04/22

    Healing has a language,
    I whisper softly,
    airily it knows,
    of the simplicity
    and the duality
    of wondrous beauty,
    poetry and prose,
    the writers and the poets
    swing each way in kind,
    whimsical deciduous trees
    sway our way,
    whispering in turn,
    and slightly, just slightly
    out of time.

    The rhythm does not plod,
    it’s a mirror of complex minds,
    the syncopation, patterns, drives us ahead,
    out west, north, south,
    east: we fly through time,
    we develop our skills –
    it’s not just a hobby,
    this is our dream,
    to share love, passion, mythology,
    chances and pain,
    healing,
    vocal rhythms drive us to where we need,
    healing mankind.
    @laurenm.hancock
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose.
    Image from Pixabay.

  • poem: falling, falling – 03/04/22

    Prompts used:

    • Dearest Heart, I’m falling apart
    • My soul burns
    • Forlorn flames

    Title: falling, falling
    by Lauren M. Hancock

    My dearest heart I am
    falling
    apart
    I turn and burn,
    my soul is engulfed by the
    wandering cruel actions,
    my soul, it speaks, it shrieks,
    my spirit rises forth

    away from the gloom
    I fall apart
    floating, into pieces,
    ashes fly high and away,
    my darling heart watch me
    as I fall apart,
    my soul is destroyed.

    I wanted this but I am not of
    sound mind,
    the intricacies which arise
    when one splits pieces
    which are meant to remain whole,
    alive,
    spectacular though this is,
    like a fireworks display I watch my chakras
    break into shattered wheels of light
    brightening the sights for someone else
    who wishes to view a colourful plight.

    Shall I dance away the pain, dear lover?
    Forgetting that my happiness, my heart and its feelings
    do not bother,
    how far shall I go to be truly loved?
    Not by another but by myself,
    to stop this nonsense cremation I first need to
    extract my inner poison.

    But it is long gone, I’ve sucked it clean from my veins,
    watch me, watch me work at this prospect,
    lest we find the pathway leads to a garden’s winding path,
    I explore it in vain.

    forlorn flames then lick at my calves,
    my ankles my inner thighs, soft flesh treated, imbued,
    I’m nobody’s sea baby anymore,
    sink those ashes
    silt and soul-binding,
    and rise forevermore,
    myself, my inner love,
    will never disband,
    entwined forevermore.
    @laurenmhancock
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Artwork by Alice Alinari on Pixabay

  • Poem: I see you – Autism Awareness Day – 03/04/22

    This poem was for a prompt for World Autism Awareness Day. This is dedicated to my fellow Melbourne creative friend Braeden Kennedy who can be found on Instagram @bak_doodlin_away and @bak_animations .

    Title: I See You
    by Lauren M. Hancock

    I saw You and understood your spirit
    before I knew of your ‘Able’ and ‘Label’
    in fact, I’d never even perceived
    your name with a condition,
    it honestly didn’t occur to me.

    But in a moment’s frustration,
    you suddenly announced it, the link,
    revelation upon the table,
    your interwoven thread,
    your diagnosis,
    to share with me, perhaps you felt
    quite comfortable.

    Admittedly, prior, I knew
    only a little about you,
    but bouncing conversation enabled trust,
    and this condition is an important part of you,
    inside you carry it, and outwardly
    with fierce pride,
    your thoughts, your soul are
    dedicated to speaking up for those
    especially who may suffer with it inside…

    I viewed your extra dimensions,
    certain colours and shade flashes,
    a unique being outside and within,

    talented, multifaceted,
    a perfect blue quartz aura
    heralding messages,
    as though a radiant gem,
    glistening by the ocean,
    settled beside fanned leaves
    enriched with plump morning dew,
    so pristine and alive,
    what a wondrous scene to view.

    And here you use the synergies
    of the Universe
    to make uniquely inspired art,
    calling to higher beings and
    a sweet angel from afar,
    blessings bequeathed, expanded upon,
    creativity truly glows from within your soul,
    knowing who and why you are,
    and why your talents must shine to all,
    surreal, bright, spectacular, enthral me,
    inspirations known,
    a bright shining star.

    My friend, I do not see
    any need to mourn the label,
    in fact, let us rejoice in
    the true magnificence of You –
    keep creating, keep shining,
    your path is inspired,
    so meant to be,
    this we all already knew.

    Continue relishing and embracing life’s abilities,
    express and project,
    from me to you, you and your talents,
    I do highly respect.

    @laurenm.hancock on Instagram
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Image from Pixabay

  • micropoem: timing is nigh – 01/04/22

    micropoem: timing is nigh – 01/04/22

  • micropoetry: process – 01/04/22

    micropoetry: process – 01/04/22

    speaking a language, in tongues befitting a
    dark dagger-like crown,
    with a purity hidden deep within auric angelite
    surrounding anaemic complexions with
    truths damned-well-tolds,
    a peeking into the gloom of their dastardly hidden rooms,
    roam, oh how I will roam in lairs of darkness,
    invitations extending to no luminescent process,
    luminal passageways to their hearts,
    navigation with most careful of prowess.

    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com