Alone - Hello Poetry

Apr 2018

r

I visualize you
who I will never know,
Constant Stranger
I call you, I imagine
you when I write
and to think, you
will never know me
like the few who
I am close to, those
who say: I don't
understand what you
are talking about,
but I know what you
mean...you know
there is no other poet
on earth like me
and I know there is
no other poem in the uni-
verse just like you
and every two folks
have there own way
of loving, the poet
and the poem know
what they like, like
the kind that takes us
into different and strange
countries until we realize
at midnight, we are alone,
you and I, Constant Stranger,
anonymous mates whose love
can never be consummated.

This poem speaks of love between the poet and the poem not yet written, but wanted in the way we find ourselves wanting that anonymous, perfect lover somewhere out there in the uni-
verse. Or something like that. You may not understand what I'm saying, but I hope you know what I mean, Constant Strangers, poets and poems all, friends in our uni-verse, write me that perfect pome.

Apr 2018

Jacob Christopher

Time Flies (When Youre Dying Inside)

Time flies when you're having fun?
*******, time flies when you're down and done.
Time flies when you're dying inside.
When you're picking up the pieces and crying in need,
time leaves.
There's no time, to settle or ease.
There's no time, because time never sleeps.
There's no time, so don't beg and don't plead.
Time will leave you for dead.
Time left, and it doesn't care about the time that you spent.
You're going through the motions and you're barely alive but,
time flies when you're dying inside.

Apr 2018

DaRk IcE

why

"As a young lost little girl
Didn't look like nobody
Difference of skin color
Different beliefs
Wished for a future to the Sky's
Limit
But was told I wasn't good
Enough
Wasn't pretty enough
Hair is to dark
My race is *****
In an environment of pales
I never had a chance
Was always portrayed in a funny
Way
Nobody spoke to me, I literally wasn't
There
Invisible as the black sheep
In an all white field
Never knew what self esteem
Was, never heard things like
Good job or I'm proud of you
The mud below my bare feet
Is where my place was
Never remember holding
My head up, I was alone
Nobody to fight for
Me
Smoke filled homes almost
Took my life before i even
Had a chance to grow
Up
Everything was always hazy
I never knew what was to come
Or if I would see another day
Falling into a deep dark place
That has took
Me down in my
Adult days
Watching every minute on
The clock roll
By
Looking at movies over
And over praying for some
Rest
But it rarely comes
Its become a stranger
My best friend
Consuming my way of
Life
Living is like being in
Prision
Same walls every day
My world is minute,
Microscopic you might
Say
I'm falling fast
Pain has caught me now
Stabbing me, trapping me
Holding me hostage
But the price is to high
For freedom
Walking has become a
Luxury
Eating is like a
Sin
My room has become my
Home
All the other rooms have
Disapeared
To the right I allow
Myself to see a small
Piece of light
Sometimes i feel like I've already
Walked into the
Light"

Mar 2018

Poetic T

I Descend Without Our Grasp

I'll never be solid with the fluidic
relationship of our evaporation.

I lapse towards you never wanting
to be without a touch, but I fall.

Why cant a embrace you without letting
you go, before we graze momentarily.

But in our sorrow a gleam of light shimmers,
and I linger between fluidic and rainbows.

I just want to fall towards you, but this is
a silent gaze never reaching you whole

#love #falling #evaporate #fluidic

Mar 2018

LittleFreeBird

The Kind That Makes Your Throat Close Up

i want to scream out poetry
that feels like swallowing rocks
when you hear it

Feb 2018

Jacob Christopher

Two Years Ago

You died two years ago,
when she left.
Yea you're still walking but you're just a corpse with a heartbeat and you know it.
You're trapped.
She never bothered to release the restraints she placed on you so you stay shackled by misery in a room guarded by lonliness.
You sit as your heart tears at itself while your brain stands watching in callous disinterest.
Sure,
you breathe,
but each inhale leaves only the feeling of drowning without the sweet escape of death.
You beg the reaper to take you, he says he wants to see how this all plays out.
He's never seen a man eat his own heart.
Everyone else insists you must keep going but,
they don't know what you know.
They don't know you died
two years ago,
when she left.

Maybe some day she'll see this, but I don't think it'll be a revelation of any significance.

Feb 2018

Justin S Wampler

Love hurts

The good ache, resonates.
I like the pain of a long day's work
and I like sharing yawns with you.
Blurry eyed and smiling, come give me a kiss
because baby I missed you today.
It was warm, but misty with rain,
and my boots slipped in the mud.
I tweaked my ankle a bit, but it's a good pain.
The kind of ache you get from working
hard for someone you love.

Jan 2018

r

Silence is...quiet

Silence comes
  from bones
that rot in the Earth
beneath a wet stone
with a carved name
   white as good teeth
in a hard jaw.

Silence is
  a homerun some kid
hit in Tennessee
in 1973 and a father
remembering the ball
  going like a bullet
deep into left center.

Silence is
  a brother grimacing
whispering your name,
through salt
  and tears on his cheeks,
one last time.

Silence, it just is...
  quiet, like pain.

Jan 2018

calpurnia mockingbird

Siloh

I wander through the evergreens
past stones no longer bearing names
the posy scent of faded blooms
now mingle with the falling rain.
My only company a crow
with beady eye and mourning clothes
aloud he cries into the squall,
this keeper of a thousand souls.
He leads me on to where you lay
in silent slumber all alone
in comfort now I pray you'll be
each stormy night and frosted morn.
The wind now moans its sweet lament
to bow the trees, their heads in shame
as tattered posies turn to dust
among these stones that bear no name.