Diamonds In The Rough - Hello Poetry

Apr 2016

Torin

I am an astronaut
Not because I trained for years
In high-tech NASA facilities
Not because I'm a peak physical specimen
Endurance tested
Intelligence too
I am an astronaut
And its a reason as simple as this
I made someone my world
And then she left me

I am an astronaut
And right now I'm drifting through space
I can see the stars
I just can't reach them

Hastily written and shoddily conceived, but I like it.

#love #loss #space #astronaut

Apr 2016

A Lopez

My cup of mi amor

Rubber soles, pliant souls
Turning in my hours of
Sleep, for something
More mystical.

A cup of coffee, the
Columbian kind.

Dark thick
Quick as bricks
The brew to
Uproot the
Mind.

Take me through time
Where the worries are
No more, sweet Java bean
Memorable, satisfying
I taste your cling.

My lips buzz and bing
Suds that link into
The casted out shadows
Like stones and bones
My insides rattle.

I'm hanging above the
Skylines, afloat in the
Reasons of life. I've
Overcome talkers
And talk backers
I've been through
This before, I get
Higher from the
Laughter of sweet
Innocent's, I'm still
A child and a girl.

This is my cup
Of mi amor.

Apr 2016

ryn

Profession

I once professed my love to the wind...*

I had professed that I admired the way
     it had caressed my face.
           The way it cupped my cheeks
   and combed through
                 my tousled hair.

I once professed my love to the wind...

I had professed that I was infinitely enamoured
with its playful but gentle ways.
The way it would upset
the serenity of my clothes.
          The way it would engulf me cool
on a hot sunny day.

I once professed my love to the wind...

I had professed that I get addicted to the way
it would reach into my lungs
and abscond with my breath.
Leaving me asphyxiated for a brief moment
before mischievously
introducing new air;
hale and fresh.

I still profess my love to the wind...

I'd profess my adoration for the way
she fills my sails full
and my heart full of hope.
For I am a lone sailor
in a crowded ocean.
Sailing in a vessel bound for nowhere...
Traversing time and space
with my love, my breeze...
my air.

.

#love #profession #hellopoetry107

Apr 2016

sanch kay

lovers.

"until death do us apart!"*
declared innocence.
"until time do you apart"*,
whispered wisdom.

my wisdom and innocence are in perennial battle.
for NaPoWriMo 2016, day 2.
(sorry for the late upload!)

#love #life #relationships #reality #writing #lovers #catharsis #innocence #wisdom #napowrimo

Apr 2016

Tapiwa Individualist

The birth of wisdom,

Curiosity knew about knowledge.
But doubted knowledge because curiosity wanted to do it all alone without thinking twice or asking knowledge,
Curiosity got curious to try out knowledge,
So pride was dropped and by curiosity knowledge was approached.
Curiosity flirted with knowledge,
Together they conceived understanding,
By understanding;knowledge gave birth to wisdom,
And by wisdom curiosity and knowledge stayed together forever..
The birth of wisdom.

Knowledge is fully understood when curiosity is involved then wisdom follows after understanding
My little love story on how wisdom was born ^_^

#life #story #fiction

Apr 2016

Storm Raven

Appreciate the sounds

An old radio playing a new pop song in the background.
Some birds in the trees outside.
A family member cooking in the kitchen.
The breathing of your lover in the early morning.
Happy laughter from your neighbours house.

Apr 2016

Storm Raven

Stress (?)

I can't get no air.
Not enough.
My chest hurts.
Panic.
What's happening?

Slowly calming down again.
Oxygen.
Being able to move.
Finally.
That was strange.

In pain again.
The feeling of not getting enough air.
It happens a lot.
Random moments of pain.
And breathing diffeculties.

It is just stress.
I tell myself.
This makes me feel sick.
Most likely it is just stress.
Thank you stress for everything.

#stress

Apr 2016

Storm Raven

Breathe

Breathe in,
the fresh air,
of a lovely spring day.

Feel the air fill your lungs,
giving you energy.

And smell the scent of sweet flowers,
it's magical how such a small plant can make your day.

Feel the sun warm on your skin.
It gives energy and warmth to all.
And all for nothing.

Breathe in deep.
Simply because you can.
Breathing is nice.

Just keep it simple.
Enjoy the small things.
Just breathe

#life #breathe

Apr 2016

its gonna make sense

the story of us

the tale of love that will never be become true

#love #tale #fiction

Apr 2016

Tapiwa Individualist

life

You're not a mistake,
You're a product of love,
Whether born with everything,
Born with nothing,
Or born with some things,
One thing is certain;
You were born with a purpose.
And life is what is important,
As you live you can brighten the future and dim the ugly past.

#life

Apr 2016

david mungoshi

Doing things Others Have Done

nothing is new in this old world
though everything is indeed new

we experience what others have
but never get a sense of deja vu

we are new to everything as it is to us