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ConnorPayne
20/M/Leicester UK I type these words on my phone when I’m bored
A pluck on ones heart strings, is comparative to that of a bass A single secluded mellow twang, with ominous meaning and timbre And onsomble of these vibrations can cause serious lasceraritions to the skin, as I palpate profusely until the overall feel, is that of a discarded once fruitful orange peel. Describe what is heard, go on I dare you to try, the low earthy tones produced can only make you cry Try and be more upbeat, says the conductor with malice in his gesture, For this is no game, this is not adventure Stick to piece at hand, the paper adjacent to my thumb We’re early on in this orchestral life tragedy, it’s barely even begun Strike up a chord, tune those broken old strings. And below the true meaning of life, sing what must be sung. But if all else fails from a rope I shall be found hung
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Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 5:45 PM UTC
Music?
My ode to joy, happy as can be I look at you and express only glee In a world so cold full of emotion and pain How do I possibly explain, that you fulfill me more ways than one Impeccable timing to say the least, at a point so shallow, like the saddest grave you’ve taken me by the hand and shown me brighter days Brighter weeks and further more, I don’t have to search deep down to know you’re who I adore A door unlocked, for it was you who had the key, once it was opened it didn’t take long to see My arms reach the heights above, when I hear your name, for I can openly express my intention of you, no need for shame Not long now, for our spirits to once again align, and as I hold you close I know you’re all mine
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Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 8:28 AM UTC
It’s over now
Knees grazed, eyes a dash Standing there about to crash Help me please, I don’t cry out I’m not quite sure, what this is all about My head hurts, uncontrolled plunder When will it stop, I begin to wonder The reflection in the water, is not what it’s cut out to be The reflection in the puddle, is the one and true me I don’t want to be I don’t want to be Let me be you I want to be I want to be My dreams don’t come true
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Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 8:26 AM UTC
I fell
With my sleeping pattern abolished And many a minute to piece together my failings once more It further confirms that I adore you I know this for sure Minutes, yes both a pleasure and a burden, but they’re treasured none the less For when I’m with you the minutes they fly by and I forget when my life was a crude mess But time has caught up to me, for it flew by to fast and has caused the wings that have carried me away, to inevitably collapse. Despite this all u catch me and cradle my head, for if I never met you I’d probably be.... yes it’s sad to think but often the truth is, a life so short but not worth living. But yet you’re my healer, make me so happy no need to pretend. I do hope there will be no end. That’s asking a lot, I don’t expect a reply Just know that I want to try, to make sure that we can be together, just you and I
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Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 8:48 AM UTC
Work in progress
It saddens me too see you so low and so blue, for the person that made this happen, he never deserved you; Your time or your smile, you deserve someone to care for you not someone so ****** not someone so vile I hope to be the one, to make you forget your past trauma, for I whole heartedly Pledge to never harm or ignore ya, the feeling I receive from knowing this is real, I couldn’t envision someone more ideal To make me a better version of myself, and with you by my side, I’ll forever have wealth and once the day comes, where we can flee to Pariś We’ll grow old together, just you and me. These words that are scribed, no lies they’re all true. I hope you read this often, whenever you feel blue. For there is no doubt left in my mind that I am in love with you.
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Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 7:16 AM UTC
A poem for you, when you’re feeling blue
I don’t believe in the devil But right now I would sell my soul for the chance of redemption For that I have sinned, more than thrice And the man staring back at me believes it’s time I paid the price Any form of recognition or instantaneous gratification is what helps me rest my head, on this cold pillow that every night I dread. Time moving slowly I can only sit and laugh, for I have confessed to my wrong doings and i am on a new path So with my head held high, I arise from cruel slumber, I roll the dice of life, I hope it’s my lucky number, alas it is not but no need to worry, oh I do hope this will end in a hurry. It’s done, it’s finished, exit stage right With all these pills I’ve consumed I won’t make it through the night, But it’s okay This is how it’s supposed to end, this next part felt like a god send, For in my final few moments I lay there and revel, as I draw my last breath I realise... I believe in the devil
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Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 8:42 PM UTC
Confession
The girl with the dragon tattoo Oh if only she knew, The lengths that I would go to; be all yours, forever The girl with the dragon tattoo, You know for what I say is true, It’s hard for you to hear, But believe when I tell you my dear, That we could have something, that no one else could understand. Please wont you take my hand. Together we can lay, all night and all day, As the record plays on repeat, I say this with confidence, like I’ve known you all my life, but as you know we’re still yet to meet So you know what to do, to ensure that me and you, share these next few years together. I’ll be waiting for you, I’m still waiting for you Waiting For the girl with the dragon tattoo
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Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 8:31 PM UTC
The girl with the dragon tattoo
Cry for help Lock my self away for days on end Right now I could really use a friend To help me and nourish me Back to good health But yet still for I am ill and I want to end myself But yet still I am ill don’t let me end myself
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Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 1:40 PM UTC
Cry for help
I’ll stop you right there I’ve heard quite enough I don’t like people who act all big and tough, Because I know deep down you resent yourself and I can see why If I was born and looked like you I’d surely just cry, For the rest of my life Or I’d do us all a favour and jump of a bridge, You’re a heart attack waiting to happen, You’ve eaten half the fridge I detest And despise And I cover my eyes, to shield myself away from you and society why do you all behave this way I’m not angry I’m dissappointed Because this all could be avoided If the world just listened to me, we would not have this problem And as one dying planet we would live our last days in solemn
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Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC
listen here fatty
Choking on air Oh how I despair As people look and stare As I trip down the stair I wish they’d mind their own I think to myself and express with a groan Oh how things will be different, when I will rule them sat in my rightful throne
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Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 1:34 PM UTC
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