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eileen-demiris
eileen-demiris
I have just begun to dabble in the writing of poetry and I love how freeing it is. I see so much in the poetry of others. It opens the soul of the writer and allows the reader to see deep within as if peaking through a kaleidoscope
I've been away for a while self absorbed in my life. I traveled the less taken path and was rewarded for doing so. Life is short and,life is precious. Share what you have and what you have been given. Be a little selfless and see where it takes you On February 3rd I donated a kidney to save a life. It is a very powerful thing and life changing. You only need one. Share your spare and save a life
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Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 7:10 PM UTC
Away
And the day came when the risk to remain  tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom Anais Nin
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Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 7:20 AM UTC
unknown
I missed my hello poetry family. I've been on a roller coaster ride recently. Figuratively speaking. It's time to get back to what and who I love. I love hello poetry and my extended family. Your poetry and insightful words brighten my day. You give me strength and courage to move forward everyday. I am honored to be in such an elite group of poets. My life is richer because of all of you and I just wanted you to know I appreciate you all
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 8:31 AM UTC
missed you
I walk in silence observing my peers. I wonder at what point have we become so hardened and jaded. When our time is more important than others. When will we take the commercialism out of the holidays. Bringing back the spiritual meaning. Take time from your very busy day and give. Feel the joy you will get from giving a little child a new outfit. See the gratitude you will receive when you give a homeless person a hot meal. Make it about what is truly important. Giving of yourself. Sacrificing a little for the benefit of others. If we all did this what a different world it would be. What a great lesson we would be teaching our children. Less of putting our hand out and expecting. More of giving with wanting nothing in return. Let's teach that it's ok to pay it forward.
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
pay it forward
I lay awake at night staring at the ceiling wondering why I can not turn my thoughts off. Before my eyes, the ceiling comes to life playing out scenes from my minds recollections. Is this a dream or am I awake. I know I remember doing these things that are unraveling before my eyes, only In these images I do things differently. Could this be my conscious telling me where I went wrong or is my brain playing tricks on me. I wish I could close my eyes and this movie would end but even with eyes closed the story unfolds. It is hard to differ between reality and fantasy. Which is real and what is the moral to this story. Help me understand
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
in my mind
Today I realized I'm thankful for you!
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
thankful
The trees are about to show us how lovely it is to let the dead things go.
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
trees
"Poetry doesn't have to rhyme, it just has to touch someone where your hands couldnt." -Rudy Akbarian
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
poetry
I wonder often what I would do if I were in Jesus shoes.Would I have enough faith to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders. To do what was necessary to save everyone from their transgressions.   I would like to think I would follow in his footsteps. I would like to believe that I could take everyone's pain away. I realize the probability of this actually happening isn't real but I can dream. Can't I? I can do what is in my heart and I can be there for people in their time of need. I can make a difference one kind deed at a time. I will make a difference.
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
What would you do
I lay awake at night staring at the ceiling wondering why I can not turn my thoughts off. Before my eyes the ceiling comes to life playing out scenes from my minds recollections. Is this a dream or am I awake. I know I remember doing these things thst are unraveling before my eyes only In these images I do things differently. Could this be my conscious telling me where I went wrong or is my brain playing tricks on me. I wish I could close my eyes and this movie would end but even with eyes closed the story unfolds. It is hard to differ between reality and fantasy. Which is real and what is the moral to this story. Help me understand
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC
real story?