Soulful - Hello Poetry

Feb 2016

Cat Fiske

Give

I feel as if I gave you my trust,
I am letting you read my innermost secret thoughts,
I am trusting you with these things,

I am scared to do it,
I know I have to,
If I want this to work,
I have to trust you,
even when I am scared of things,
I want you to know my fears,
and know you can tell me yours,

this is huge for me,
but I just want you to believe me,
when I tell you,
I give you,
all my trust.

#trust #want #scared #you #when #tell #believe #know #give #gave

Jan 2016

Arcassin B

Gazing Through Your Eyes

By Arcassin Burnham

My desire,
Is hellish fire,
A Fresh teenage body such as myself,
Am I a liar or deceiver,
Would you believe her,
In sickness and health,
My thoughts and frames are calibrated,
See through the windows of her soul
I didn't have to love it,
Was frustrated,
But I reframe from that
And just let everyone and everything go,
To get one more night of love making and
Kissing soft throats,
I would love her with all my heart,
But most of it is decayed,
But sometimes for romance , you go
For what you know,
Touch of her hair,
Smiles that glare brightly,
When she needs her superman,
Instead I'll be there knightly.
Get it.

http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/01/gazing-through-your-eyes.html

#love #poetry #romance #art #fact #gaze

Jan 2016

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

Sage

When I foretell beauty deep brown eyes do appear , the redolence of jasmine and gardenia blossom whisper a pleasant advance ..
The morning fire mimics the glow of whimsical emotive means as the fuel's anger delivers a cacophony of compulsion abated by the warmth of her smile ..

Jan 2016

Rafael Melendez

Kittens

I often find myself wishing I would have appreciated how we held hands just a little bit more. How we used each other's shoulders as something soft to lay our cloudy heads on. How we would blink just a little bit harder each time we looked each other in the eyes. How we loved each other like kittens.

#love #lost #wish #innocence #kittens

Dec 2015

Can't Believe It's Not Butter

selfish

would it be selfish of me to say
*i can't help...
i hurt too much

#friends #depression #selfish #helping

Dec 2015

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

Prayer for Peace

For every creek stone that contains the rushing waters , every unique tree dotting the forest , a drop of morning dew reflecting the morning Sun , the changing colors of the canopy high above ..
The glow in ones heart as the soul is touched , a familiar hand on the shoulder can mean so much ..
Gardenias that captivate the senses in the Summer breeze , the morning fog that obscures mountain scenery , the call of nestlings in a Cottonwood Tree , the endless foraging of a Carpenter Bee ..
A mind secured in the glow of meditation , a place in your heart for all mankind , the blessings of divination for all creatures , the heartfelt song of liberty performed for every nation ..

Nov 2015

Avalon's Respite

~ Poet's Curse ~

The keyboard stares silently.
Fingers rest motionless
awaiting the profound revelation
worthy of their grand coordination.

My mind's eye searches-
comes up empty and lacking.
"The Poet's Curse."
Worthless mundane thoughts,
nothing to touch the soul
to shed a single tear,
nor lift a tattered heart to glory.

A scene from, "Naked Lunch"...
A beaten, decrepit, typewriter
that talks, sharing its dark secrets.
Exuding a white slimy paste,
opening doorways to psychedelic journeys.
Freeing thought to drift without direction
through otherwise closed portals,
attaining free forms yet undreamed...

Could I be so lucky?

Alas...this is reality.
Frustration ends this session in failure,
blame is easy to place.
This cursed typewriter stares back,
not a blessed sound.

Perhaps I should have kept my day job.

© S.Loeding
All Rights Reserved

Nov 2015

brandon nagley

The poet writeth on spiritual paper

The poet
To God
Is an apostle
Of wisdom;

The poet
To God
Is the bringer
Of God's kingdom;

The poet
Created by their Creator
Writeth heavenly knowledge down
On spiritual paper;

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Oct 2015

Melinda Éva

See What You Don't See

Let's go and make the unconscious known,
shed everlasting light on what's been shown
to our hungry eyes and thirsting limbs
exposed to so much, but getting lost within
What we see is not what we see,
but what is remembered can be perceived
So take the time to actually look
and let go of the advantage that we all took
Experience the wrinkles and cracks in the bark
Crouch to the footprints one left to embark
Describe the budding petal breaking through
the soil in which led it to you
Listen to the rustling of the fox
and feel comfort of this conscious lock

Do the everyday experiences actually happen if they live in unconsciousness?

#poetry #life #nature #art #thoughts

Oct 2015

GaryFairy

leaf - acrostic poem

Living in the summer sun
Emitting our life's breath
Autumn comes and you are gone
Falling to your death

#acrostic #autumn