Dust I am
star home from the sky
now burned I lay, ash.
Dust I am
carved in stone
slain in soil.
Dust I am
and dream to ride
astride the breeze.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC
Deep undersea
anchor in stone
dreaming, gasping
breath, sky, stars.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
When the day has dawned,
I will see you.
When the battle is over,
when peace has come,
when we have won,
on the other end of time,
I will be there,
on that other side of the world,
a better place,
and there
I will see you.
Until then,
I still believe in you.
Until then,
I will see you
in my dreams.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
Yes yes yes yes yes;
no no no no no no no:
PLEASE JUST TAKE ME NOW!
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC
"DEAR BLANK CHALLENGE" PLEASE PLEASE READ THIS AND REPOST TRY TO KEEP IT GOING: HELLOPOETRY "DEAR BLANK" CHALLENGE SECRET SANTA POEMS EXCEPT NOT SECRET AND NOT SANTA RANDOM ACT/POEM OF KINDNESS STRANGER POETRY APPRECIATION
I thought it might be nice to do like a secret santa thingy on hellopoetry only not secret and not santa… what I mean is, find a random stranger you literally have never met and do NOT know at all whose poetry you like and spend actual time genuinely reading their work, picking out your favorite lines and responding to them, pondering them, etc. Write something positive to them and post it as a poem with their name in the title. The “DEAR BLANK” challenge only you put their name instead of “blank”. I think we could all use a little recognition that we exist and are worth something since everyone seems a little depressed on here (including myself) which is fine, it’s a great outlet but it would be nice for people to just spontaneously find that a random stranger spent time in their life just to recognize you and care about your poetry. To write a kind poem/letter to them responding to lines in their poetry. If you need an example I just posted DEAR IMALRIGHT which was exactly what I meant. Check out imalright's poetry btw it is amazing.
I plan on doing for more than one person and I'd love for you to do the same. Spread a little kindness, we could all use a little.
Also message me if you are going to do the challenge and message the stranger you do the DEAR BLANK challenge for so they know to look for and read your poem.
I just thought that Imalright who was a perfect stranger to me seemed like a wonderful poet and a wonderful person based on her poetry so I chose her.
You do that too if you accept the DEAR BLANK challenge.
INCLUDE DEARBLANKCHALLENGE AS A HASHTAG IF YOU DO THE CHALLENGE SO EVERYONE CAN FIND THEM
please repost this over and over so we can get as many people involved as possible and try and make a difference in a couple people's lives because I just want to make everyone feel loved but I'm just one girl, I can't do it alone. Please help me with this and join me in the DEAR BLANK challenge. Take time out of your day to properly appreciate someone's poetry who you do not know.
PLEASE REPOST LET'S GET EVERYONE INVOLVED!!! ;D
THANKS!
-EMBER EVANESCENT
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
I'm whispering
for you to hear
believing you still
believe in me.
I see your life
I hear your thoughts
or what I thought
they used to be.
Sitting, dreaming,
tired, just counting
all the falling
leaves of a tree.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
Sometimes she walks through the village in her
little red dress
all absorbed in restraining herself,
and yet, despite herself, she seems to move
according to the rhythm of her life to come.
She runs a bit, hesitates, stops,
half-turns around...
and, all while dreaming, shakes her head
for or against.
Then she dances a few steps
that she invents and forgets,
no doubt finding out that life
moves on too fast.
It's not so much that she steps out
of the small body enclosing her,
but that all she carries in herself
frolics and ferments.
It's this dress that she'll remember
later in a sweet surrender;
when her whole life is full of risks,
the little red dress will always seem right.
Lord: it is time. The summer was immense.
Lay your shadow on the sundials
and let loose the wind in the fields.
Bid the last fruits to be full;
give them another two more southerly days,
press them to ripeness, and chase
the last sweetness into the heavy wine.
Whoever has no house now will not build one
anymore.
Whoever is alone now will remain so for a long
time,
will stay up, read, write long letters,
and wander the avenues, up and down,
restlessly, while the leaves are blowing.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
A dim clouded sky,
***** worn headstones,
Under bearded trees
Mossy, rotting, or naked.
Is this what I live for?
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
Pain and sorrow let loose to ****
Joy and bliss left free to roam;
Dark and night, light and day,
Value, justice, apathy.
To tell the truth or tell a lie?
To believe or to deceive,
To see false for false or real for real,
Madness, waste, insanity.
The strength to endure the harshest blow,
The weakness to fall.
The vigor to rise, the dread to turn back,
Panache, terror, equipoise.
Cry to the night, weep to the stars,
Lament your losses and your gains.
Feel the poignance to exist,
To love, to lose, to fight and win.
The flower's bloom, the sun's warm glow,
The happiness of emptiness,
Inane joys rotting in our souls;
Comfort, peace, banality.
Logic and rationality,
Sound reason to do, to live, to die.
Euphoria in just purpose, despair in cogent cause.
Wherefore, why, validity.
Emotions, feelings, vagaries,
Justice, madness, equipoise,
Love and loss, joy and ease, farce, reason, tragedy;
Where lay the world's true alchemy?
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC