Sing to me, o southern hill where my mother lies, she near the river where other children only her eyes could spy, her fingers feel. Willow trees, arcing oaks, pillows made of amethyst and amaryllis, beechnut spread, linen spread by old Mill Creek, cattle grazing, hazy August afternoons, all alone was she except in fantasy. No love from Mother, her Father farther away than Ozymandias. Tears she used in her high tea; no spoon had she. She wept beneath a yellow sun, a sister to the gentle sea, the golden waves of wheat.
I’ll just deal with the consequence later right now I’ll allow my consciousness to waver serving up a flavor, that tentatively turns into a vapor is a remedy I savor along with the marrying of a melody that influences my behavior as the intensity of the intended entropy gets greater
To be quite honest I don’t know. I have no apples for tomorrow I am the pillow of my friends And the willow for the pests I am the chipped nail on my left hand And I don’t clean under my bed I don’t want you to see me And I don’t want you to hear me I just need to know everything about me To be
there’s the kind of sadness we ignore and try to get rid of it by finding new things to do or we find someone to talk to by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation about feeling sad about having any feelings at all and then there’s that kind of sadness that takes over and it consumes any activity we do we know it’s there and there’s no possible way to avoid it so we feed it exactly what it wants it craves the sad music it craves the isolation it craves the anxiousness and the sadness comes storming in it has no manners here we are calling sadness, an “it” when all it is is a feeling that most people call home
The Tempest blows its words afar Chasing others In time Challenging misconceptions of modernity All reality is real Perhaps Perhaps not Viewing things differently from another Pausing in judgement incase our truth is flawed Isolated above the islands of belief Facing a never decreasing carousel of doubt
I would die tonight if it wouldn't break your heart I would swallow down all the hate and shame, Pill by pill, Sip by sip, Until nothing remained, but the bottom of the glass , And the empty pill container.
I would lay myself across the floor, In the path of the moon beams, Waiting for the Great Mothers eye to find me. Scoop me up, And carry me into the wind.
And in the morning. When the sun rose, and the light hit my corpse, I would shine, for the very first time. But I cant Because your heart would break. I wont carry that with me tonight.
worry not, we’ll cheat death eternity, I had it set for you’ll live forever in me deeper than my soul louder than my divinity so I’ll always get through here in the cold, unmoved and blue yet, will never be bluer for waves, they’re pulling me under yet with faith, all is above water so I believe
I hear a song softly whisper Into the wind out of the blue Hear notes hanging on the aether But the voices cannot come through Left to guess in the hereafter On what I believe to be true I fear I couldn't tell ever There is such better things to do
I saw in beautiful colors Much in what remains to be seen In the body my soul weathers Fragments fall back into the screen In a boring land of wonders Into the gears of the machine I walked in looking for answers Got none and lost grip on my spleen
Sometimes I wait and hear nothing Feels like the thunder's gone away Like reality was bluffing Keeping the nosy minds at bay My muse just took me for a fling No matter what I have to say Most things are worth remembering But most of it will just decay
Id cry too, Cry for me, Cry for you, Cry every time you see the color blue. Cry alone in bed, Cry each night after the prayers that are said. Fill a bucket full of tears, Those aren’t yours anymore, Give them here.
Whether a comma, or colon: Punctuation slows my rolling I need no period. When I end no Capitalization when I begin Rulelessly I flow my art Not a single! Exclamation mark Are you not the one Who'll know? Where a question mark No longer goes
Warp the structure Bend the lines Put in repeat Let emotion unwind Make yourself Your poetry's the best Be your own ruler Pass your own test
Take your own road Where ever it leads Lover or hater It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim . P.s Strange, the Hellopoetry computer demanded I put two stars on this poem to repost it to the front page... But it was worth it, it’s been on here for over a year now, I appreciate it Elliot.
Hay No matter who you are You have my deepest respect!
Vanity All is vanity The meanings of passion The aesthetic expression The lines we draw and stay within Even love is beyond intent Vanity transcends Flowing from our pens And so we breathe again
The human spirit ever soars And always perseveres “Dare mighty things” Stirs vision’s wings We triumph over fears
With unity - we act in faith And step by step we build Our aims attain And then we strain Toward goals not yet fulfilled
All obstacles - we push aside We think and innovate Reaching higher With minds afire Success becomes our fate
We can surpass our differences United - Earth can stand And then we’ll see Prosperity Increase across the land
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I wrote this on Thursday during the landing of the NASA Rover on Mars! The landing was inspiring to me and to millions of others across the world. It was fun to see the motto "Dare Mighty Things" on the wall in the back of one room during the landing.
I felt alive all misty eyed that night I cried, tears that would slide all wispy and wide down cheeks by a bedside that for two weeks had denied you left justified it’s just a fight I replied but you were right and I lied alongside actions, transactions, and reactions that tied, my immaturity and pride, I guess that PM really magnified how much of me I could hide