nim - Hello Poetry

Jul 2018

Nereo Cafolla

Over the icy hills you hear a breath;
As this field sinks in the frigid blue
It spreads in the soul a fear of death.
The hope to return still lives in you.

How can you be so blind not to see?
That even your worst foe could be

Your best friend behind these lines.
A scream drowns in the darkness,
Now he is rotting as the moon shines.
There are no heroes in this grey mess.
Is it worth to waste human meat?
What is victory but a lucky defeat?

#war #suffering #existentialism #pain

nim Jul 2018

pain

pain
changes us
and pain
must exist
or you'll feel
like you've never
lived

#pain #hurt #life #death #depression #change #living #feelings #sad #happy

Jul 2018

Emily

One Day

When the ashes fall
And all is thought lost
the ammo runs low,
white flags are almost raised
When your legs give out
your dreams almost fade
Remember,..
The pain
Blood
The rivers of sorrow
Flooded from the oceans of regret
The anger inside your caged heart
Roaring clawing its way
It's not fear not misery
Nor sorrow or regret,
No…
This is you
The bravery breaking fear
Faith over anxiety
One day you will see
Those who doubt you are afraid of you
One day,
You will see the world through your eyes
Not there's
Just wait.

#rise #up

Jul 2018

Wanderer

I am no Artist (right now)

Artists are often
broken people
using the fragments of themselves
to create something new
and although
being healed
feels so complete
sometimes i want to be broken again
sometimes i want open wounds
so i can use the blood
to paint sunsets
so i can use the torn off pieces of skin as a canvas
so i can carve
masterpieces with the jagged bones left behind
but I can't bring myself to break my own heart in the name of Art

#art #broken #sad #blood

Jul 2018

ryn

Windtalker

There was no one...
So I spoke as if a secret
into the wind.

I told it,

“You may blow your skeptic tune.
Your quiet whistles of doubt.”

“Exhale if you must,
upon the countenance of her face.
Run your invisible fingers
through her hair...
Taste her lips like you would
the surface of the lake in the sun-shy morns.”

“Then you would dispel all disbelief.
You would take these words I say,
and know why confide in you.
You would know why I had fallen.
And you would know why
you would then be my messenger...”

“So that you could word the song
I could never sing.
You could caress her face
when my fingers could not.
You could kiss and fill her lungs
with all that she needs when I am gone.”

.

#hellopoetry107 #windtalker

Jul 2018

Lvice

Loyalty

I used to write
My secrets in the sand,
Knowing they would never stay
Long enough to be told.

I used to just swim,
pulled my hair up and never
Really tasted the salt that foamed
After the crash.

I've ran in the sand,
Sure, but never have I
Ever let it smooth my
Skin into what it could be.

Before today, I've never
Let the current take me
Under and feel what it's like
To always come back to something.