The A List - Hello Poetry

Oct 2015

Kush

In order to cope with conflict, I try to see everything as pointless

This allows a person to escape any repercussions they might encounter

I try to tell myself that life has no meaning beyond being born

And eventually dying

That love, hope, and destiny is all a farce

A pathetic ploy that we take to try and convince ourselves of a lie

That we matter

Because we can’t admit and comprehend how little we are

How insignificant we are to this entire planet

In this entire galaxy

In all of the universe!

But you know what?

***** that

Life has no inherent meaning…

But

It’s up to us to give it meaning

So what if we’re small?

No matter how tiny, change is change

And we all have the capability to make that difference

If existence is pointless

Then it’s **** well our responsibility to make a point

#dark

Oct 2015

Robert Stevenson

Skeletal Isis

Doot doot
I hear the trumpets of the deceased
The rotting calcium
The bones
An army of many arise
Doot doot...Doot doot
Their weapons edgy,
and captions random
Doot doot
May the great raid begin
Spooky memes spammed in the thousands
An extreme dose of spooky chemo
Doot doot.

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#love #poetry #sad #depression #life #heart #death #happy #thoughts #bones

Oct 2015

Carsyn Smith

If we are but grains of sand

If we are but grains of sand,
he is a warm embrace and soft kisses as
she is the single pearl ring given to a blushing date.
If we are but grains of sand,
he is the oyster that works like a factory and
she is now part of the bracelet given to the new bride.
If we are but grains of sand,
he is the hands that pries her free but
she is already in the long necklace hanging from the neck of a grieving widow.
If we are but grains of sand,
he is the greatest lie and
she is the most lovely tragedy.

Oct 2015

Dreams of Sepia

Hello, is this Lonely Hearts? *SPECIAL* Jack Kerouac

Seeking: sad sofa fingers to caress me in the pine dark night spine of the city
I want you like a loud fishmonger in smoke filled rooms of silence
the train tracks of jealous stars hallucinating the whiskey sky in black & white mercy

P.S : Must love travel & alcoholism & hate punctuation

thanks for reading my Lonely hearts ads so far... I hope you're having a laugh, just as I am... thought I'd do a couple of writers now.. what THEIR lonely hearts ads would look like
btw ' Sad sofa' is stolen from Kerouac.... ;D....' The Lonesome Traveller'...

#fun #romance #dating #humor #kerouac #beatnik #lonelyhearts #moderntimes

Oct 2015

beth fwoah dream

october sings to the grey hills

october sings to the grey hills
where the cloud fades and drifts
into the summits
like white turrets of a purple sea
captured in the moonlight,

the moon’s chandeliers glitter
with candles.

the house is better for an open fire
plumping silk cushions
on a ragged sofa,
(they are best worn out with love)

midnight wears an evening gown.

the rain sinks into the
white walls and the
beech hedge,
has its own pitter patter
like bare feet running
through a wood,

the sky's hair is high upon her head.

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Oct 2015

Lexie

Postcard

From the sky you fell
To this humble
And earthly hell

To the water
You began to swim
Like a naiads daughter

From my lips
The worlds fall
Unbidden like a kiss

Like gentle rain
You turn into a storm
And bring much pain

I watch you roll
Across the sky
Taking toll

On earth and heaven
But as you thunder
You miss the chevon

You hunger and thirst
But you lack love
Which is worst

An angry hand
Raised to the high places
You no longer command

You fell to my home
And you cry
But you are not alone

Though you know
You will never return
You must go

Fairwell demon friend
When you find home
A postcard send

Oct 2015

r

Writing about love

You may as well dance
to the tune of a blue moon.

Or sing a lullaby to the sun,
eat a bellyfull of stars,
try to keep away from bars. :)

How do we write about love?

It's too hard to capture in words,
and in verse it's even worse.

But the hardest thing of all
isn't when we fall,
it's when we let it go.

How do you say that, you know?

As you can see, I have a hard time writing about love.

#love

Oct 2015

Sjr1000

From The Shadows/ The Poet's Lament

I live my life
in the shadows,
the disconnected hours,
observing all I see.

I've learned to hide,
bide my time,
while time keeps passing all around me,
this set in
not today or yesterday,
but somewhere else along the way.

Eventually
that which protects us
defeats us in the end,
I become the naked dreamer
quaking
in the quad,
it all begins to strangle me.

Nature,
Open skies
open air,
this room
this mind
a suffocating refrain,
one wonders how it became this way.

I live my life in the shadows,
the invisible man for all to see,
take off my clothes,
shed my ego,
there is nothing left of me,
but this sacred breath,
these words that make no sense,
I'm the one that you don't see,
but I see you all around me.

I'm singing the Poet's lament,
the whispering voice,
you hear it in the shadows,
the figure passing by
out of the corner of your eye,
the one you can't quite grasp.

I live my life from the shadows,
the light is on the other side,
One of these days,
the dawn will call my name.

Oct 2015

Mfena Ortswen

Be Kind, Sun

Dear Sun,
You whipped my brow
With your lashes of heat
You made my mood sour
Your shadow burnt my feet
So now you owe me
Good, I'm glad we both agree

After wearing me out today
I ask in good faith
As you go your way
In your steady gait
Take this message for me
To my friend beyond the sea

Tell him to come back to me
I miss him so much already
My smiles have become very few
And I'm always sad, always blue
All I have left of him are
memories
That keep me in constant
reveries

Be kind Sun, be kind to him
Give him only warmth, don't
burn his skin
Don't forget to tell him all I said
And tomorrow when I get up
from bed
I await his reply from you
And I hope it's favourable too.

#love #nature #rhymes

Oct 2015

wordvango

give me

a length of rope
bet you thought I might hang me,
no, I would unwind it,
try to figure out how it was made

Oct 2015

r

No flowers

If you think of me in the spring,
think of dogwood petals
in my hair, greener grass
and new beginnings.

If the summer solstice
finds you walking alone
in the garden of the moon,
remember that I'm somewhere
walking alone, too.

If you sing of me,
sing in the fall
in blue flannel and jeans
like the saddest song of all.

And if I pretend to die,
and you pretend to weep,
I promise to do it in the winter
when there are no flowers
to send in your pretended grief.

:) Thanks for the inspiration.