Great poems - Hello Poetry

Mar 2016

Walter W Hoelbling

when we are young
we fill our days
with everything that comes along
seductive glances lead us on
pleasures delight our senses
we feel great and strong

then comes a time
when days are filled
with children family and work
with barbecues perfectly grilled
the same old jokes told for a rhyme
and little else

transition to our later years
fills days with memories of earlier ones
life’s frost has whitened our hair
we may start thinking how we were
when blood was fresh in our bones
when we faced our future with all trust no fears

by now we know what filling our days should hold
that our thinking may be clear and bold
provoking to the young and make them dare
think their own brilliant thoughts and be aware
that we have all the time the world can give
but none to spare

“There's time enough, but none to spare” are the final words in Charles W. Chesnutt’s novel “The Marrow of Tradition” (1901) about the white racist coup in Wilmington, N. C., in 1898.

#life #time #change #fulfilling #generations

Mar 2016

Aeerdna

tuberculosis

My tuberculosis infected heart
spits blood
and
stays away from light
lives in humidity causing fungus growing
In my inside.

My tb infected heart caughs from all its holes
at night
it never sleeps
nevear eats
it's lost it's appetite for people and joy
and laughs

My tb infected heart will die soaked
in smoke
they'll burn its bed, its clothes
every crumble of feelings
and I will be left naked
with blood stains on my skin

My tb infected heart
lives in isolation
between walls of mirrors reflecting
the misery of my mind
It lives in fear and shame
hungrily waiting for death to come
for them to burn its bed.

#depression #pain #tb

Mar 2016

Ann M Johnson

Don't Want To Cause A Panic ( see notes, please)

I have a dilemma I might have been waiting too long
      I'm running low on cash to spend and have been running low
      on paper too, it might seem like a trivial matter to you
       Not for me because
      I need to write things down while waiting for my voice to
      return, to hear my own voice again soon I yearn
      I don't want to cause a panic you see
      If I use the ATM machine or make more than 5 online transfers
      each month I get stuck with excessive fees
      I need some feedback, Please
      I don't want to cause a panic, I repeat again
      I am anxious about the thought of having to hand a teller a note to get My Own Money
      She might  press the panic button not taking time to read or understand
      I don't want to cause a panic, I don't want to meet security or the local men in blue in that way
     I would matter meet them at a community meeting it is a friendlier and much better way to meet them, I say
    I prefer a quiet living by keeping trouble at bay
    I am a law abiding citizen and long to stay that way
    I know how to act responsively but not I'm sure the best
    way to make a transaction at the bank without a note and so
    I say one once more that I Don't Want To Cause A Panic!

For those who missed my status report. I had a Polyp, removed from my esophagus and can't talk right now and have been communicating by passing notes to others.

#life #anxiety #emotion #panic #dilemma

Mar 2016

Dhaye Margaux

This Life

This life is a recondite transit
Where our paths might be unknown
We would stop  at varied crossroads
When confused at those strange zones

The sky each day may differ
There could be sun,  there could be rain
It could be blue or could be orange
But on the next pace,  it could be grey

And if ever the times get harsh
That we might stumble and fall
Just remember we're not alone
In going through tight bouts at all

Life is a creek of promises
Springing from heavens above
The rain of life will flow on us
We should welcome the gift of love

But like a battlefield we know
What we purport is to survive
In this platform of test and ventures
After each fall,  we must revive

Life is survival of the fittest
The world is a precarious place
Don't be that weak who cannot soar
Be like an eagle, conquer the space.

For the "TEN WORDS I GIVE" CONTEST where I have to use the following words in poem:
STOP
ORANGE
GREY
STUMBLE
CREEK
HEAVENS
BATTLEFIELD
PLATFORM
WEAK
EAGLE

Thanks for the inspiration....no writer's block this time. :)

#life #world #mystery #road

Mar 2016

ryn

Conduit

These words...
They traverse the fine line between earth and sky.
They dwell not, surface-deep in the dirt.
They be haloed not, as the chorus of heaven.

They're just murmurs that swim intangible.
Like reticulated wisps of smoke.
Incapable of materialising...
Or take definite forms on their own.

They only await to be carefully selected,
rearranged and harnessed into a jar...
Before being sealed infinite with a title.

Be quiet and still...
For you will hear them.
Milling and floating in the silence
that exists between your heartbeats.

Listen close...
For they are fragments of you
and the universe.
They're thoughts and feelings that come awake
as you slumber.

Awaiting to be selected...
Awaiting to be rearranged...
Awaiting to be harnessed...

By you,
the conduit with a pen.

.
I believe almost everyone can write...
Just quieten down and pick up a pen. Harness the universe and conjure magic.
.

#hellopoetry107 #conduit #letsharnesstheuniverseandmakemagic

Mar 2016

Sisilia

Existing

He's slowly fading away
deeper into the dark void
He shouts my name, screaming, kicking and thrashing about,
arms outstretched towards me
I try to save him i really do
But he's falling deeper now
growing smaller and smaller by the second
His face blurs through my teary face
If he dies you will die with him, my subconscious screams at me
but it was to late,
When reality hit me.
When i came to realise that it was not he who was falling, but me.
Deeper and deeper i fall into the void, arms outstretched towards him..
although who is he?
He is no one but from my own fantasy
It was all imaginary
His face
His arms
His voice
His existence
Everything
The only thing that is real is that i'm falling deeper and deeper
I've lost my mind they told me,
I smile through my teary face, as i reach closer to death,
They were right, i did lose my mind, i listened to to mind and not my heart, so now ill pay the price;.....
With my life

Follow your heart even if your mind says differently....

Mar 2016

Sally A Bayan

BENIGN

(10w)

.....all my cysts
................of brokenness
..............................i'm glad,
........................................they're all benign...

Sally

Copyright February 14, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

#brokenness #benign #cysts

Mar 2016

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

Valdosta Evening ...

A bridal crown of gardenias , wild coneflower and daisy speckle
her grassy domain as dairy cattle silently graze white washed boundaries of wood , rusted nail and hog wire .. Branch laden silver gray Water Oaks dusted with Spanish moss , cerulean Valdosta ceilings with pink , periwinkle horizons .. Bradford pears grace country lanes to the West , bound for raspberry Dusk , in settled rural scenery .. Shore bird silhouettes led home by a golden Moon across the marsh ...

Mar 2016

brandon nagley

Tommorrow O' the morrow, Tonight O' tonight

i.

Tommorrow
O' tommorrow;
Bringeth me closer to mine love.

ii.

Tommorrow
O' tommorrow;
Telleth Jane I'll be looking from above.

iii.

Tonight
O tonight;
I prayeth to seeith mine empress in mine sleep.

iv.

Tonight
Wherein it's mine soul;
She doth keep.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)

#happiness #forever #king #queen #amour #hari #reyna #earl-jane-nagley #see-her-hear-her #tommorow-tonight

Mar 2016

Sally A Bayan

Deja vu?

(For Timothy)

Twas a short poem I was reading...
I had started writing my comments, when...
A very strange feeling rushed through me.
With very strange thoughts:

"This... has exactly happened before...
This poem, I have read before...
Written these very same thoughts before!"

Over and over, I blinked...I had to make sure...
But, all at once, one brief moment...
I found myself seated beside a grand piano,
By a wide ostentatious stairway,
In a bright, candle-lit mansion...
But, stranger still, while I was writing,
My eyes strayed to my right,
To a mirror by the wall...
I saw a handsome young man,
With slightly long curly hair,
Wearing a long-sleeved, white ruffled shirt
And a pair of dark pants,
Holding paper and quill,
Looking back at me...

I was staring at myself!

I was holding a paper
Where I had written my thoughts
About a poem titled
"WILT...."

( November 5, 2013/ 2:00PM)

Sally

Copyright 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

***Unbelievable, but true...Some months ago, I was reading Timothy's poem titled WILT....I was typing my comments, and then
I suddenly found myself there....in that strange setting.***

#man #strange #young #feeling #mirror #handsome #wilt #dejavu

Mar 2016

Sally A Bayan

PANACEA

My mind is teeming with rhymes, but,
Can't even decide on the first lines to write,
I am confused...... I keep on waiting....
Precious moments are taking too long
To come through.
Right now, I am having
A motley of thoughts,
I am feeling sad...
I am feeling blue
I am coping with anxiety
I sure need a remedy.

Dan Brown? Ludlum or Khaled Hosseini?
Maybe, a Children's Tale by Richard D. Remler....
Or...one from those of a good Soul(in torment)....
I could make a necklace out of pearls and Lapiz Lasuli
Or I could turn to my Gardenia plants, to prune and trim....
A journal and a pen for some memories, some new lines...
A glass of red or white wine would be nice,
A mug of steaming coffee would be heaven....
Still, all these combined would not suffice...
I sure need the best remedy...

I know myself too well....
This time, I need my elixir,
My cure-all...
I need my panacea,
I need YOU.

(but, where are you?)
...doesn't make sense...

Sally

Copyright 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan