Hello Poetry

Aug 2015

Kerri

Twinkling fireflies,
In the midnight heat,
Cool blades of grass,
As moisture hangs in the air.

Brittle branches claw the sky
Mourning the leaves,
fluttering beneath,
As a hazy moon hovers above.

Periwinkle nights framed in gray,
Bedazzling crystals sprinkle down,
The world is silent,
As a thick blanket cleanses the ground.

A pastel palette,
Brings life to the trees,
The earth is reborn again,
As a gentle breeze magically blows.

Living in Tennessee, I get the pleasure of experiencing all four seasons. I wouldn't have it any other way, as each of them have their own hidden treasures.

#fall #summer #winter #spring #snow #seasons #leaves #breeze #fireflies

Aug 2015

Unreal Society

(What Is Love)

Its the way your smile can change my mood, and when I'm stressed you keep me calm. The way we accept each others flaws, instead of giving up and moving on.

Its how I always think of you, before I think about myself. Its the lack of care of material value, when it comes to dealing with your health.

Its the trust we have for each other, that over the years remains strong. Its the Anxiety I get when your away, that makes me feel that I'm alone. Together forever your in my heart, my heart forever remains your home.

Its the nervousness i felt inside, when i held your hands as you held mine. We gazed deep into each others eyes, no doubt at all had crossed my mind. You spoke the words that changed my life, when you said I do and became my wife.

Its the reason that I wrote this poem. These are my true feelings, that come from the heart within. Your my beautiful wife, the love of my life, my reason for being, and my best friend.

Its the moment we met, that saved my life. I'm forever grateful for all of this. But most of all its the time we share.

every moment together since our first kiss.

Poem by:KLoyal Est:07-2014

#love #trust #passion #anxiety #happiness #beauty #loyalty #soulmate #commitment

Aug 2015

Francie Lynch

Usk

That field stone bridge, as bridges do,
Waits over brown waters, joining roads
Where Legions marching, marched on.
Her waters breached the ocean, bringing back
Bottles, birds and songs.

In the morning between the columns,
The water breaks from sloping bends,
But under the evening light, when the house
Across the bank shimmers,
They return, marching, dipping, flowing.

Time and time the ebb and flow disturbs ripples
In my mind.
Reflections change from foundations and windows;
Boots and birds go by with the Usk
To deeper waters.
The same tidal waters.
My time here joins roads with the bridge I walk,
Feeling leather below my knees, as Legions did
Before the dig.
Their shields and spears resting,
They bend over fires
And drink clear water that cleverly flows
In and out beneath the bridge.

These same waters,
Ripe in paradox,
Keep days and nights still;
Where past and now meet
In diurnal echoes.

Usk is a river in Wales.

#time #history

Aug 2015

Just Melz

Autumn (10W)

I'm
going
to
make
like
a
tree
and
fall
**beautifully.

#fall #tree #10w #10words #autumn #leaves #hellopoetry107

Aug 2015

Liam C Calhoun

Summer's Spent

I grow tired of summer
When the festival lion rears head;
The bleeding, the beating,
Been on “E,” and seeming, since June.

I grow tired of the summer
As it’s somewhere to the left,
Maybe up and maybe down.
But never nigh or near.

So, let pale moon sleep.

I grow tired of the summer,
Fall, winter and spring
It makes no difference.
Still I tire.

I grow tired of you, wherein I listen,
I ache, I’m adrift, and the dreams,
Shared atop our first flower,
Seeds beaten snow, have died.

So, let the two stars still and weep.

I grow tired of the summer,
A death and decay,
So crucified, that first modest wind’s
Dragonfly.

I grow tired of the summer,
Sustenance and another,
Wherein I’m devoured, abandoned,
Limbless, and left to dream.

I'm tired; so very tired.

#life #summer #exhausted #tired #moments #spent

Aug 2015

Seán Mac Falls

Zy Big Bang

( Ten Word Poem )*

Myriad colours breaking,

Universe into being,

Fields of wild flower.

#love #flowers #nature #beauty #universe #spirit

Aug 2015

Melissa Joy Carlson

Untitled

If I was to write a poem
On the story of my life
Words would fill those pages
As the stars steal the sky.*

© Melissa Carlson 2015

#poem #poetry #words #life #stars #story #sky #steal #write #pages

Aug 2015

Carolin

Can We Get Married In The Sea ?

Can we get married in
the sea ? Swim our
way to the shore ?

Dress up fancy and let
me adjust your bow.

Can we knot our fingers
together and swim out
of the gentle waves ?

Feel the shells beneath
our toes and the love deep
in our bones.

Can we kiss under the water
as you place your hands
under my white fluffy
dress and grab me by
the heart and hips ?

Can we have some wild fun
as we hum the same
song along and our lips
kiss till they go numb ?

While the salted water
wrinkles the skin on our
hands and feet.

As we exchange emotions
that are soft and sweet.

Can we get married in the
sea ?

Baby it'll be just you
and me I promise it'll be
oh so heavenly* ~

Aug 2015

ryn

A Poet's Heart

.
A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but
               unbound...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
     colours.
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of
               painters...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
        genres.
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...

.
Dedicated to all of you...

If you're reading this...
This is for you...
.

#allofyou #hellopoetry107 #apoetsheart #allofus

Aug 2015

Sally A Bayan

Things That Were Not Meant To Be

We worked hard for these plans for so long
these dreams, we feel, could never go wrong
we have given them our all...they are nearly done,
but, "nearly" doesn't mean it's been won
deep inside, we keep alive their essence
and we choose to stretch our patience...

We wait...

Notes have yet to be written on the bars
the tunes seem to be playing among the stars
lyrics are springing back and forth
"pen-rubber-pen," is a cycle that can't be fought
they are songs taking too long to be sung
in the air, they fly, like arrows being slung
in spaces too far flung...

We sit on the edge, while waiting...

They are verses that falter
have yet to make it on white paper
altered thoughts, words displaced
lines, here and there...disorganized
hanging...
with unknown endings
work is pending
we desperately seek for the missing element
to come up with meaty, meaningful contents...

We console ourselves, and say, "maybe later..."

They are faces that hide
there, at the back of our minds
smiling at us in our darkest hours
they make us cry, laugh, turn our moods so dour
keeping us company twenty-four/seven,
we fervently wish, the odds would become even
yes...we long for their physical presence
but....it can't...it just doesn't...happen!
they keep stalling
courage could be waning...

It is hard to comprehend why...we're still willing to wait.

When most days of life have passed
and while waiting, we breathe our last,
our songs, our meandering loves, our dreams,
our long written poems with scattered themes,
like shredded paper, shall go with the final heave of our chests
fly away, flee to the open spaces...to find rest,
and, after wandering all over...they would then settle down
to finally become the color of the ground.

One day, things would fit into their proper places,
people will wear smiles on their faces
nothing would seem to be wrong
the air would be filled with songs
from new lives, new loves...risen from the fall
from life's cycle....these unknowing souls
their palms, with lines and colors, much brighter
they could be luckier
they have better chances...they show more courage
the wind brings good fortune, they now have the edge...

How are they to know, their most desired aspirations
used to be other people's inspirations
in the past generations?
their dreams realized had once been,
Things that were not meant to be.

Sally

Copyright JUNE 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

***...fell again into the rhyming trap...oh, well...***

#dreams #verses #songs #faces #thingsthatwerenotmeanttobe

Aug 2015

brandon nagley

Castle hill lonesome

A lonesome castle
On amour' hill;
Lonesome and dying
None lover in the castle's windowsill.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry