lonesome poets poetry - Hello Poetry

Nov 2016

Dangle

Remember

It’s so easy to cease to exist,
And fall into abyss.
It’s so easy to lie,
And pretend that you can fly.

It’s so easy to dream,
When all you can see are stars in the sky.
It is much easier to fall asleep
When you can do nothing but cry.

With all the pains you’ve been thru
All the scars you’ve hide
All the tears you’ve shed
And all the things that bled

With everything that hurts
And all the dark colors that burst
Remember that you matter,
Regardless of how many times you falter.

Remember that you stood like this before
With trembling hands and shaky voice.
Remember how you shrugged it all at once,
When everything can no longer be undone.

Remember all the things you’ve missed,
And all the possible bliss.
Remember that you exist,
And tell the world with a kiss.

#remember #you #matter

Nov 2016

The Faithful Dreamer

Gazing At the Sky

I lift up my gaze to the sky.
Where does my help come from...
when I cry?
My help comes from my Lord and my God.
Who will not allow slumber to make His head nod.
He is my Protector.
My Knight in shining armour.
On my weakest side,
where I am most vulnerable.
The sun by day will not burn me,
and the moon will not strike me down.
The Lord will keep me safe
from all evil and harm,
as He watches over my life
and keeps me in the storm.
He will watch over me when I
walk out the door,
and when I come back home.
I lift up my gaze to the sky,
where does my help come from?
From the Lord, the Great and Mighty,
Creator of Heaven and Earth.
He is the reason I can walk free from fear.
For He is my Helper.
Who is ever near.

Based on Psalm 121, Holy Bible.

Nov 2016

brandon nagley

I sparsile pléko ( The Crochet sparsile) Greek tongue

i.

Her slimikin fabric
sophisticated,
Advanced;

ii.

By God's mighty hand's,
She was swathed in
citrine quartz.

A sparsile separated
From the rest of
The universe.

iii.

Unadulterated by the known,
She likes thing's that art not seen;
By day she work's, yet craves-
The fall season and it's leaves.

Though fall doth not arrive
On the island she resides;
So she crochets, the dreams she
Saves, stored inside her mind.

iv.

Though I knoweth one day, the
Season's that she pictures in her
Head; wilt be there in her fingertips,
Along with angelic colorful thread.

To make everything And anything,
Her string canst weave to be;
For I knoweth whatever she maketh-
It wilt be perfect from mine queen.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Sardua nagley dedicated( ang aking makakatuluyan) my soulmate dedicated- Filipino translation..

Slimikin- small and slender.
Fabric-the essential structure of anything.
Swathe- wrap in many different layers.
sparsile-of a star, not included in any constellation.
Citrine -a light yellow quartz color.
Art- are.
Unadulterated- pure, not mixed, untouched.
Doth- does.
Resides- her place of living, where she lives.
Crochet- she actually does crochet-and is amazing at it many want Jane to make her own business doing it can find her work on her Facebook under ( Earl Jane nagley) also on her Instagram go see her artwork also her crochet work if get a chance she's an amazing artist just needs a boost to get her going. Her name Earl Jane Sardua on Instagram or earl Jane nagley. Also ( yellow Majesty) on Instagram.. crochet definition- make (a garment or piece of fabric) using crochet. Which btw her parents are amazing at making clothes. Plz check Jane's work out. God bless.
Knoweth- know.
Wilt- will.
Canst-can.
Mine- my.

#forever #soulmates #hari #reyna #earljanenagley #mycrochetinggirl

Nov 2016

Dangle

Haiku

Chaos were my thoughts
Yet you tried to fill it up
Sweet lullaby, Love.

#love #haiku #thoughts

Nov 2016

B Irwin

it's 1:30 and i am drunk, thinking about raw meat

does hamburger meat stick together because it is still searching for the ghost of it's bones?
in college, i worked in a factory.
i trudged to work every monday morning at five thirty and put on gloves
to plunge into the sticky mess of beef that i weighed and clipped and submerged in.
the meat sticks together and bleeds into the same palm, which is my own.
i am livestock.
i am a nonsensical sticky mass of fat that is being pulled apart by another.
although i am trying to pull myself back together,
the bones i clung to were yours.

#love #heartbreak #death #lust #emotion #bones #meat

Nov 2016

Mysterious Aries

Nostalgia (lyrics)

As I hold the sound of the past
The wind blows cold you are here at last
All the memories that I once knew
Touching me as fresh as morning dew

Here I am still as the same me
Though now there's no more we
Funny the feelings just won't let go
My love for you still as clear as snow

As I hold the sound of the past
The wind blows cold you are here at last

11/12/2016
Mysterious_aries

Nov 2016

Jellyfish

Pause

I need to stop overthinking
and just pause for a moment,
...do something distracting
just become frozen.

League it is.

#of #stop #overthinking #confusion #blah #upset #overthink #pause #legends #league

Nov 2016

david mungoshi

melancholic look back

the sun was just rising
i too was just rising
yet my spirit was falling
my bags were packed
and my mind was set
on a course that lacked
the verve of earlier days
one nostalgic look back
and i really was done
the terrain had changed
and so i hit the trail
raising only a whiff of dust

Dear Friends on hellopoetry, I've had a super time here and everyone has just been so superb, but i'm beginning to feel the blues of diminishing returns. Allow me to quote from Leonard Cohen's last letter to the love of his life, Marianne, "See you down the road."

Nov 2016

Kathia Mariana Landeros

Very Few

In the light of day many hide behind masks,
Once the sun falls and the moon rises,
In the darkness the truth is always revealed.

Very few refrain from hiding,
Very few come out to light,
For most would rather lurk in the shadows than face what life is like.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros

#afraid #sun #moon #scared #darkness #safe #light #shadows #rather #lurk

Nov 2016

Kelsey Lauren

Around The Corner

She was a girl with a soft heart.
She was a girl who thought everyone was a piece of art.
She was a girl who cared about people.
And out of the blue came something lethal.
To **** the girl who was so loving.
Oh, death is coming.
Oh, Around the corner.
Certainly she is a goner.
But what is this?
It missed.
The sword that brought her death.
Did not take away her breath.
Death then turned and left.
The girl had passed the test.
The only problem now.
Is that she now learned how.
People die out of the blue.
It is reality that she now knew.
She could never view,
Life as she used to.
So it haunted her like the rest of us.
But I will stay quiet now, as this topic is something no one likes to discuss.

This poem isnt like what I usually write but I wanted to try something new so here it is

#heart #girl #death #breath #reality

Nov 2016

Jellyfish

Untitled

I lay here silently listening in the light for her to scream or possibly cry, during this time alone I realize how I may have sounded. Now I'm less frustrated, more sad. I didn't mean for what I said to sound bad. Today turned around quicker than I had expected. I haven't felt this bad in a while. I'm sorry.

#sad #panic #upset

Nov 2016

Irfan bin Yusuf Qadri

..that s(h)ame ol' story...

how is it possible to close my eyes
when all that is is just passin' by
how on earth should i cover up my ears
when there is nothin' much nor else to hear

i say we truly forgot how to feel
we continue to deny to be real
'n' within those **** lies we be livin'
them unhidden plays 'n' acts we're givin'

ye'd say: 'i do feel 'n' know it all'
by thy many a 'truth' still standin' tall
now would it be no understandin' shall
'n' shall never be when we make it fall

for when we stop our minds elevatin'
then be which story we'd be creatin'

*

..love always...

عرفان بن يوسف © AH 17/10/1437

'a (pentameter / freestyle rhymescheme) Sonnet'

#gazin-at-hp-wars