Melodys poems on Hello Poetry

John Graham Jan 2015

THE CAMINO CHRONICLES
( Sidhe – Spirit, Ard Ri - High King, Tir na nOg – Land of eternal youth )
JUST A MOMENT AGO
Just a moment ago, it was just a moment ago
Father in Time embracing Mothers Melody to rhyme
Birthing Sidhe candles smile, lights of love, souls glory
Stars dancing with joys release, Sidhe awakening to loves destiny
Just a moment ago, it was just a moment ago
I stood upon Erins western shore amidst constellations considerations
And dreamed I had sailed again across the eternal sea
To Tir na nOg there returned to be
Oisin the Wanderer no more, ever seeking my beloved Naimh’s shore
Queen of the Sidhe, her consort again, Ard Ri of Eternity
Ah my heart demands my Sidhe sings of Naimh’s wondrous beauty. .
Her Eyes Like Twin Candles Dancing
Lips Full Of Mysterys Promise
Her Hair Bound, Crowned With Lustered Glory
A Smile To Die For . .
She Moves . . Sidhe Moves . . Like Poetry . .
Aie, Her Voice, Her Voice, Like Honey and Cream
Just a moment ago, it was just a moment ago
When love was a rose without thorns
Before tides of centuries tears
Swept us apart
Just a moment ago, it was just a moment ago
The glorious moment of our days glory
Our age of grace
Father in Time embracing Mothers Melodys Grace. .

INTO THE DARK
What does a candle remember . . .?
What does its flame recall . . .?

Aiee Aiee . . . Akhenaten Flee We . . . Nefertiti Aieee Aieeeee
Flee . .Flee . . . Undone We . . . Betrayal. .Flee Flee
Akhenaten Akhenaten . . . Must Flee We . . . Wee Wans Take
Nefertiti Holds . . . Flee We Must . . . Fleet . . . Flee Fleet . . .

Harps heart has chambers that sigh with grief
Ashes of roses burned with weeds
Remains of our loves day
Harps heart by hearts harp no music moved to test
Hall of memories by no one chorus caress
No whispered echo no candles smile no Nefertiti
NOW MY CITADELS HALL I MUST NEEDS MY IRE
RETREAT TO WHERE NEEDS MUST ABJURE DESIRE
Once more to recite survivals bitter creed
By heartstone embers to gnaw betrayals cold deed
WILL TO BEAR SILENT DEEP EMPTY DAY
HARP HEART STILLED
by no Nefertiti played.

kyle Shirley Jul 2016

My ears ring, after they play sweet melodys of her name.

When you truly love someone, you find the definition of love...

Love is a abyss, an object with great force, unseen but felt. Weighting deeply on you with such mass, its endless.

When you fall in love, hope that you fall into an abyss, and never stop falling for them.

#love #hope #lost #missing

Julia Quizon Oct 2013

Human Nature

do you
ever wonder
if stars
feel unappreciated
unloved?
to the point where
they shrug and say
"no human even
takes time to look"
then with their last
effort to shine and
shimmer
they explode
into gas and dust particles
never to light up
the night sky
again

do
withered flowers
bother you?
what if they longed
to live
to grow
to survive
but just because
of one
wayward human
its petals
fell
its stem
wilted
and its color
faded

what about
the clouds
in the sky
are their drops
of water
a plea for help?
do they tear up
because of all
the unpleasant
chemicals and
vile stenches
we bring?

do you
think that
the wind moans
violently
because it didn't
drift
the way it
wanted to go?

what if
trees
swayed side to side
when they
hear the
beautiful songs
beautiful melodys
of the bluebirds
perched on their
branches

did it cross
your mind
if the sun
and moon
were long time
lovers
but now they
feel loneliness
and despair because
the only time they
meet
is when the sun
sets and
the moon rises

did it ever
occur to you
that if humans
had
feelings
nature could too?

Raffael Delacroix Oct 2015

Troubles in Teenagetown

theatralic melodys
from the remedy
of first kiss tragedies
self ironic chronics of the super-sonic self-awareness immortality tonic
blasting out jokes
that choke from an overload
of a self-sadistic adolescent glow

there are troubles in teenagetown
out of their mind
cause they are homeward-bound

assimilate a thrill and be a thriller
as you drop a one-liner and become the moment killer
cheerleader utopia and planned backseat scenaries
communicate via inside jokes in binary
prom night is a kafkaesque dilemma
coquettish flirting miniskirts
plus a dangerous liqour goodnight hammer

there are troubles in teenagetown
cause troubles do make a sound

#life #teenager #confusion

Colin wheeler Jul 2013

People don't hear the voices

Not all of us hear the melodys that can be described by punctuation marks,
most are blind to the music.
Who are these people to hear the greatness of all instruments,
but who are these people that can not feel.

Lets pretend to hear voices that talk about every word we hear,
or is that madness for the close minded soul.
I feel like i know something, something more.

The vibrations
The feelings
The beats of our ear drums
The solos of our heart

Lets put a word, a simple one,
the people who know about the little voices running away inside

Its passion.
Love.
Darkness.
Meaning.
Its about the rythim
Simple songs that talk

Every song is different to your type of heart

Mubarak Zeinalabdin Mirghani Sep 2014

women

women shout out your names so loud
the world need those voices to be heard
you are not objects to be played or abused
they sing about how you look and what junk you hold
aren't you all about brains and a soul that you behold
aren't you a gift from God that is not made just to treat like something with no heart or brain just an animal to feed and have pleasure with
All I see is singers singing about what a girls body looks like and how she should shake her ****.
Don't they think that it may generate thoughts of abusing her or get ing ***** or shot.
Behind the melodys and the rhymes is words that hurt women and make them feel dead more than alive
Women are a diamond that we should hold on too and protect with hour lives.
We talk about women that way not knowing that they will take over the world someday .
I hope of the world to treat women as equal and as a human with a heart and soul.

Passion fire hope Feb 2013

i miss how it used to be

i love you dad,
and i love her to
but i wish it was just you and me again
when we could just talk for hours... about our dreams of going on mission trips together all over the world...
of making a CD together...
i wish you wernt so busy..
i wish you were with me all the time...
you understand me like no one else does..
i miss the days when it was just you and me.
when we would sit side by side playing piano and watch the angels dance before us to our glorious melody...
when we would go on bike rides through town and dance on the side of the streets like no one was watching.....
believe me i am thankful for the times we have now with your new wife..
but its not the same!
when she left and it was just you and me we talked about our dreams for hours like we used to!
and we sang together.....like we used to... it was so great
but then she came back
and she was yours again...not mine
and the talks of dreams quickly faded
and our melodys quickly died..
i miss how it used to be daddy
when your all by your self and you ponder your thoughts i wonder if you do sometimes?
because i know i do....
but soon enough its time for me to leave
as i walk out the door i look over my shoulder
and i see you and her laughing.......
....just like we used to
...for hours
but i keep walking because i know your happy
and you deserve to be
i know lifes really coming together for you with the ministry....
and the CD and your wife
just dont forget to dream with me.... dont forget to sing with me to the angels....
like how it used to be

not really poetry

brandon nagley May 2015

Enxhufe encima

I want to be complacent, a replacement to this hole all others call a heart!! Dust from the start!
I want to be comprised of no compromise, and teased by one's wild garden.. I feel indigent to the search, where the Indegenous perch, and strike their venom fangs!!
Narcissism runs paid to high, for everyone's a god these days!
How wrong, how misled!!
Did you bump thine head at thy crawling from the womb? Or still intombed?
Postulate truth I adventure, for I seek no gold diggers, just this aaorta to grow bigger, as frowns can go their own..
An amour' unknown, curdled in with the lumps!
Didn't you know a little lump leavens the whole bread?
Knowledgeable pragmatic...
Rebut me all you will, for I do not need pills, only the comfort of a woman's attire! Flamed as fire!!!
Vociferous with one I want to be, virtuoso's, making melodys angel choired!
I need none invective, only an erudite of plebian Babylon!!
A daughter and son to raise amongst the brinks of end of days impromptu!!!
Tacitly I wait, where heaven is at her gate,
Only if I knew what time!

Old poetry from prison lol love old stuff yayy

Jessica Feb 2014

Giving You Everything

I could speak endlessly on how this is my all to u
give u summer on cold days
A fuzzy breez on hot nights
So u can gaze moonlight
At the sound of phonic melodys
With no expressed limitations
Abstract sounds ,physical bodies nd mental objects
Everything
This is me giving u everything, giving u everything

Timeless univers
Myraid paradise
In disguise
For you hypnotize
The true nature of existance
That with my last breath ,to death flown
I surrender my soul
This is me giving u everything
Giving u everything
Giving
Giving giving u everything

An ocean full of emotion
Thy absence causes distortion
Disects my world into two
Phases that cease fatality
Thus in this reality
I seek not Oder but to give
This is me giving u everything
Everything giving u everything

Abby Jan 2019

The Music

I let the music float around me and fill my ears
I wish it could swallow me whole
Wouldn’t that be a pleasant way to go
I listen as the music, strung together, a combination of harmonys and melodys whisk me a way to a world where everything is right
To a world where no one fights
The music is all I want tonight

#music #life #tonight #wanting

Courtney Ja-Vaé Jan 2016

one way out

im trapped,
its getting darker,
the walls caving in,

breathing slowly,
hardly moving,
life being unfair,

my mind goes black,
I feel no pain,
time has stopped the rain,

heavy burden,
painful memories,
my life in your hands,

no more jokes,
no more laughs,
sad melodys by bands,

this is true reality,
with no way out,
my darken mind,
created by my own soul,
I had to die.

#depression

tom krutilla Nov 2014

changing seasons

waiting for the moon, to peak, just over the horizon
illuminates, a soft glow upon fair maidens, dancing,
their flowing figures flicker, as if gentile flames of love
intice a young man thoughts of dubious, idle threats
the twilight of summer, surrenders, coolness of autumn
sturdy trees shed their leaves, stand naked, for all to see
the romantic breeze plays notes of colorful melodys
each one, a pretty song for the months gone by
do I recollect them, in an out of tune voice?
or keep them in my memories, for future rejoice?

ZACK GRAM Mar 2019

"Glimpse Into The Eye Of The Beholder"

///missing you by the moment- you stepped outta the stretch....
....
///i took a look in your eyes- ever since i been spent....
....
///all these years ive appreciated- loving the sweet melodys....
....
~memories of you~
!!!!
()
///not one second to waste- the smile on your face....
....
-puts me in a different space-
....
///blinded by the thoughts- going thru my head....
....
///wishing you woman- were sharing it all in my bed....
....
~@MC~
!!!!
()
///i love you- i mean it....
....
///for the rest of my life- the cause of effection....
....
///tears thru my heart- ******* what a woman....
....
~-the lord gave me my prize-~
()
!!!!
///simple words an presence- meaning of husband an wife....
....
///to only die by your side-
....
///**** i wann it-
....
///bodied-you got that- wish an need the bottles top off Z....
....
()
!!!!
~lost my mind a long time ago~
....
///its safe youre safe- home plate steak wid A-1....
....
()
!!!!
"""WHERE-EVER/// WHEN-EVER WE ****,

ON TOP/// BENT OVER/// DONT GIVE A HOOT,

THATS A ROLLY ON THE WRIST/// BASS IN THE TRUNK,

TWIST HEADS OFF/// GREAT FRUIT/// NEW GRAPE FRUIT,

SEEDS THE LADIES/// GOTTA LOVE ME,

FAN ME WITH LUBBY DUBBY/// CALL ME A HOME HUBBY,

ON CALL FO 100/// THATS A BAND IN MY POCKET,

**** ON SWOLE/// **** "@MC" LOVE ME!!!"""
()
!!!!
~-Z-MAN-~
!!!!
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THE-END

IN-LOVE

#4eva

Sarah s Apr 2020

Silence and stillness.

Peace in silence,
and restfulness in stillness
Listen to the whispers of the unspoken Melodys’,
Our thoughts.
Listen.
For even in silence I hear the soft melody of your breath.
Watch. For even in stillness I see the rise and fall of your every breath floating over your chest.

Peaceful and restful.

— The End —