Favourites - Hello Poetry

Sep 2016

Cynthia Jean

God Hugs

God knows your pain
God knows your sorrow
When the crying
is over
God dries your tears
and then
I pray
He gives you
God Hugs.

God loves you.

He knows it all.

cj 2016

Written for my dear Aunt. I love you

Sep 2016

Cynthia Jean

All the Kindreds

Poetry
takes on
a life
of its own
and has the inherent
unseen
connection
with all those
willing
to receive it.

To all those
wonderful
kindred spirits
out there
who take the time
to receive
what's in our hearts
and minds

who make us feel
so not
alone
.....

and though
what we say
may not be
profound
we are treated
with value

that we
belong.

Blessings

cj 2016

Sep 2016

Shianne Michelle

Gaslighting

To be raised in dysfunction is to expect failure.
It is to expect every mans words to be rough and spiteful spilling from their lips like venom.
To be raised in a fantasy is to fear ones own reality.
It is to become acquainted to forms of love being shown as slammed doors and drunken slurs.
Gas lighting women to wonder if one day they will breathe or step the wrong direction
It is to expect everyone who claims that they "love you" to belittle you  to strip you of your identity and your sanity like ***** clothes tainted by the fumes of their words.
And in the gaslighting, which burned very bright, you would have enough of a glow to paint the roses red.
Perfectly red, everyday they would have to be red.
Because to be raised by you
Means blood, and we are blood.
But that does not mean, I have to bleed, for you.

#abuse #mental #gaslight #gaslighting

Sep 2016

Pea

Fluoxetine HCl

I haven't yet seen my lover
the mother who brings my skin to sunshine
cradles me to sleep in soft blanket
pass me down her appetite from her mouth

Is true love a myth? I might never know
if my fingernails stay trimmed
Nothing matters, there are probably a bunch of girls
exactly just like you

Sharp, milky, and crescent-like
who wears her hands like dull box cutter
and illnesses like the remaining
forests after fire

Sep 2016

Chloe Jackson

Pale Moonlight

The girl gazed into the vast, velvet darkness.
Tiny bulbs burning softly just for her
Stare back.

She wishes upon the glittering sky,
To watch from above;
To twinkle not die.

The sky replied,
To the foolish, dreaming girl;

"Even we, the stars, beautiful and sublime
Fall to join your dance.
The mortal dance of frailty and time."

"We stars dont dream,
Nor fall in love.
We burn and watch
And guide from above."

"The heaven you worship
Is empty not here.
But the earth at your feet
Is breathing sincere."

"So even your lives,
Small, fleeting and bright.
Spark more fire
Than stardust in the pale moonlight."

#love #dream #poem #moon #dreaming #sky #stardust #lunar #luna #nightsky

Sep 2016

Anubis the Philosomancer

Kindness ain't Agreement

Folks
needn't agree
to be kind
to one another

In fact,
kindness
due to mere agreement
is oft fickle and hollow-
a vile form
of bribery

Sep 2016

Timothy Ward

A Winter's Tale (haiku 5-7-5)

a cold winter blast
two songbirds boldly took flight
eloquent silence

Sometimes haiku is utterly powerful and transcendent in its compactness and simplicity

#movingon

Sep 2016

stargirl

skin / blue ruin

it is a new day, a new hour, a new second, and i have new skin.

i'm hoping it's impenetrable, but as i fall down and scratch my knee, i realize it isn't.

i'm hoping it's smoother, but as i run my fingers over the rough scab from yesterday's tumble, i realize it isn't.

the sun is shining down on my skin, and i see that it's causing me to glow.

this has happened before, but it's different now, because it's stretching deeper than my skin.
i can feel it within.

/

the moonlight casts a shadow on my skin.
it's unsettling.
it makes me feel blue.
but i am tired of feeling blue,
so i go inside,
so that maybe i will feel green
or yellow
or red.

anything but blue,
because i always end up drowning in it,
yet here i am,
talking about it like it will not
swallow me when i wake up tomorrow morning.
or afternoon.
or maybe i won't wake up at all,
so that way i am no longer held captive
by this blue ruin.

i haven't written in a couple months. these are two different poems with one very thin relation. my mind is blank. this is ******. and blue ruin is a movie reference. i apologize for everything.

#sad #sun #blue #color #skin #moonlight

Sep 2016

Crimsyy

Triggered

I thought my words
could change your mind,
And I hoped the end
you wouldn't find,
I hoped you'd be able to
put down your gun,

And so I punched myself
in the gut
a couple hundred times,
to block the backdoor
to your finish line,
to stitch every scattered piece
together in time,
but I couldn't quite fill the gap
of a lie in your "I'm fine"
We're so very far from fine.

Now do me a favour,
and quit the suspense,
Do me a favour,
listen to me when I say:
the night is black but
look hard enough
you'll see the sky is grey;
you're not meant to go away,
You've so many reasons to stay.

My voice is tired of repeating itself
over and over again,
monologues are only meant to stay
inside one's head,
and I'm too terrified
to stay another night,
all I can say is "hold on tight,"
all I can say is "hold on tight."

#depression #fight #thoughts #night #trigger

Sep 2016

Mysidian Bard

Black Swan

She took the part
That broke her heart
And soon would take her life

But the pirouettes
Help her forget
She's dancing on a knife

#addiction #black #swan #ballerina