Look at stars, They are so far I catch a shooting star to burn fire in my heart.
I know what I want In me, someone tryna be number 1 # be the only one great as the sun. I know it's so hard a pillar wish to fly, the winds wants to find where it belongs. Nothing will be wrong to follow what we love And I'll be strong to reach the light.
I haven't written a poem for long time in life there're a lot of things to carry and I was kinda confused.
I’ve worn funeral black every day since the last time we spoke. Don’t know what it was we broke. There is a mourning happening. A sunless grey. This vinyl plays and plays your face on some unforetold replay. I think to call you and my tongue is scalded down with atlas stones of pride. Thick with tar no words arise. I put the phone away and lock you back in endless alleys of my mind. It’s a battle to look forward when footsteps know what's left behind.
I write when the river's down, when the ground's as hard as a banker's disposition and as cracked as an old woman's face. I write when the air is still and the tired leaves of the dying elm tree are a mosaic against the bird-blue sky. I write when the old bird dog, Sam, is too tired to chase rabbits, which is his habit on temperate days. I write when horses lie on burnt grass, when the sun is always high noon, when hope melts like yellow butter near the kitchen window. I write when there are no cherry pies in the oven, when heartache comes like a dust storm in early morning. I write when the river's down, and sadness grows like cockle burs in my heart.
I kissed a girl with a broken smile; nothing could come near. She carved it with a pocket knife; slit from ear to ear. And she wears it like her favourite scarf; it keeps her from the cold. So I told her its only woven by her enemies of old.
I need more intimacy, Wanna feel someone else's flesh and skin and hairs under my hands Look into their eyes and know their body trusts me, Nnow every single inch of ugly scars and hidden acnea, protruding bones and round stomach, Wanna kiss, grab, tear apart and let the soft animals we are take over for once, Worship, Be worshipped, Trust and be trusted, Need to be pinned down like a ragdoll, Be touched like a craving man i want it all, And maybe i do want it with you.
There's a little boy that hides in the dark corners of my soul. He doesn't want to be hurt anymore. I spent eight years with Beth. For the most part, it was hell and constant pain. She made nightmares look good. I heard the little boy cry late into the silky night, while snails got smashed on the streets of Ventura.
When I drank, which was often, the little boy seemed at peace for awhile, while swans were murdered in Venice, and I tasted the ashes of Neruda. Years flew by like seagulls; up down and darting. The little boy continued to hide in the dark corners of my soul.
He wanted to come out and be loved. He was thirsty for it, but there wasn't any around. It was dry, like the deserts in hell. It's too late for sorries, here comes the plow.
He began to see the pattern of life. There are monsters that walk in the light. Vulnerability equals pain. The little boy got mean. And now he carries a knife.
I am not able to get the system to publish a lot of my writing. It seems other people aren't having that problem. Perhaps they DONATE MORE? I am not able to donate much because I'm on Social Security disability and I have a fixed income. Recently I donated more than I could afford. I'm still having this problem. I have many friends on Facebook. Perhaps they would like to know about this problem and find other poetry sites rather than hello poetry. I don't want to do this, because I used to like this site a lot and there are some excellent poets here. I have tried twice to inbox you, Elliott. You have not responded. Perhaps you're trying to force me off the site. You are not succeeding. Instead I shall take this to a higher authority. God. I pray for you. That your heart will be changed. That you will be blessed with everything I want for myself. But I will take this to Facebook also. I don't want my friends to be hurt by a site that does this to people. Thank you for reading.
SoulSurvivor Catherine Jarvis 1/24/2021
If anyone else is having this problem please inbox me. Thanks.
Snow arrived, quite suddenly. The city fell to silence: softness flurried, whiteness spread. Our footsteps punched a rhythm: crisp heel, crisp toe. Steaming cars slid past in slush, peeling back the long black road. The trees drooped: tears splattered on the streets, but still my heart lay cold.
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
I know you. Sometimes you say things, expecting that I won’t understand, and I think it’s strange because I know you. That’s what this is. I know you, And I want you, And I care about you Anyway. Don’t want no one else. You might not know me, The stanchions you use to prop yourself up eating all that I have fed you, In the darkness, In the night, But I know you. And I want you anyway.
Why is poetry dying when we still have the gift? If we still have water then we still have a ship. We can sail to the places these words take us. We are still shaken by the words that make us. Why should we let poetry die when there is so much to explore? If only people read it and discovered more.