Jimmy Poem - Hello Poetry

Jul 2016

Stephan

The sunrise peeks above the hill
its glow a gift on morning skies
Then blushes on the clouds so still
before the beauty in your eyes

Jul 2016

Sir Jeffrey Langston III

Dream Girl

Your delicate face
has taken residence
in my deepest dreams
eyes the color of cappuccino
with lengthy raven curls
upon your bronzed skin
and your smile
as beautiful
as the morning sun
may I never wake again

#love #passion #getthegirl

Jul 2016

Cynthia Jean

a warm summer rain

the air so sweet
and fresh
and clear..

gentle, soft
blessing
the senses
the spirit
swaddling
the soul....

cooling
but not too much
greening
the grasses turned brown...

giving drink
to those plants growing
which feed me
and to the flowers
that feed my soul...

one more blessing
to give thanks for

and so often
taken
for
granted.

cj 2016

the best things in life are so freely given to us.

#rain #sweet #blessings #appreciation #air #clean #thankfulness

Jul 2016

Cynthia Jean

Pawns

Unsuspecting pawns
get played
in someone else's game

fragile
misinformed minds
become volatile
their minds molded
like clay

hardened by
manipulated
anger
and discontent

their lives
are sacrificed
on the altars
of evil, greedy politicians

whose strings are pulled
by the ultra wealthy
and the devil himself

they think
and believe
in all these politicians
and their promises

who temporarily
stroke their egos
and satiate
their bellies.

They are being
used, used, used...
their youth being devoured.

Sacrificed, sacrificed, sacrificed...

They're on somebody else's
front lines
and they don't even  know it.

Somebody
won't
somebody
wake them up?

Of course their lives matter.
They are precious.

ALL LIVES MATTER.

God says He made us
ALL
in HIS IMAGE
after HIS LIKENESS.

HIS SON DIED
for us
ALL.

Not for the
SOME
but for the
ALL.

Should not these
"scheduled"
demonstrations
and
"days of rage"
be  projected
towards
the manipulators????

The disillusioned...

they are blinded
they are being used
as a tool
a veritable weapon
to achieve
someone else's agenda

they are being primed
pumped up
like air in a tire....

The media
the purveyors of information

are they not responsible
to tell the truth?

If not,
by default
are they not  responsible
for orchestrated
debacles
in the making?

They are bought and sold
the price paid for the lie
is higher
than for the truth.

Pawns.

Don't be a pawn.

The time is now.

Please

Wake up.

cj 2016

Jul 2016

Scott F Hemingway

Coral Springs

She brings me luck again
that I reach her platitudes
somehow bask not rain
here, dog days of summer remain,
her climes in her afternoons profane.
Whether exchange over
my rainbow so brilliant with her sun,
or let her horoscope cross strand
and love her by my side.
When her dreams will come true
night and day will arise,
her alabaster in palm trees.

Season in sun

#love #sun #summer #season

Jul 2016

Thomas

Music

Music determines the heart,
It expresses what you want to feel,
It hides it from people who are musically unconscious,
Yet when expressed it is such a release of buried emotions that there is no other way to define it other than
Spiritual.

I am going to the New National Music Hall in Calgary AB

Jul 2016

Thomas

Depressions thoughts

When I die I want to have one of those really sad funerals,
I heard and seen many different burials,
I want a casket,
I want people to dress in suits that are black,
Anyone who doesn't have one,
Buy one for them,
I want everyone here for my funeral,
I want the whole city to come and see,
I want the whole country to come and see,
I want the whole world to come and see,
But at my funeral it will be just me,
Dead,
Alone,

It's a poem

Jul 2016

Thomas

Shakespeare

Woe is me,
Woe is me,
Is what you say I say to thee,
But I say woe is you and not to thee,
But don't you see if woe is thee then woe is to thy as is to thee,
Why yes if woe is to thy then woe is to thee as is to thy both the same ,
I hate Shakespeare some days

It's a poem

Jul 2016

Thomas

A wise oak

This is a project that I had to do at school, it's not a poem but I just wanted people to read it...

A wise oak lazily wrestles with the wind disregarding its breathy efforts. The tree sits atop a hill looking over a dark golden field, overhead the oak lay the endless universe, while an aurora borealis streaks the earth with an endless luminescent light. The wise oak shimmers with streaks of purple, green, yellow, and red hues as they dance on its leaves. I walk toward the oak blanketed in darkness except for the colours that flow across me. As I walk through the field slowly awed by the living light that has bathed the dull world, I can’t help but touch the soft ripe wheat as it tickles my palm. When I reach the tree it sways softly in the wind, the leaves rustle trying to softly speak silent words of wisdom. I lie down in the cool soft grass and look up at the sky through the leafless patches of the tree, I can see the stars that paint the blackness of the universe and the aurora borealis as it brings the sky to life. I stare for a while and I feel as if I stay long enough the tree will speak to me with great words of wisdom.

I hope you enjoyed it.

Jul 2016

Thomas

-

Pain,
Ever inflicting pain,
I stand up and the pain comes,
I live and the pain is unbearable,
I eat and regurgitate from pain,
I think and the pain destroys my mind,
I sleep and the pain is still there,
I am depressed and the pain that I feel is my depression.

It's a poem

Jul 2016

SøułSurvivør

barren

the old maid
wore her
widow's weeds
charcoal parchment
met her needs

because her children
are unborn
she holds herself
to other's
scorn

a heady mix
of rhyme and rue
the measure
she is held unto

other's ink
has held her rapt
believes her own pen
should be capped

but
poet
prophetess
or
fool
puddles
are as

profound pools

SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/19/2015

Sometimes I look at the profoundity of other people's work and feel really inadequate.

I just can't write that way. But I do my best to educate and entertain... express my feelings. I've decided not to look at other people's work and measure myself against it. I don't want to be insecure that way. But this poem reflects how I feel sometimes. :/

#love #poetry #life #poets #deep #inadequate #hellopoetry107