Confessional Poetry - Hello Poetry

Mar 2021

Mike Hauser

I often hide behind
The poetry I write
If you only knew
What I was going through

You might not come to grips
Or even come to like
This poet here
That keeps on fooling you

In and out of seasons
This reasoning of mind
Who's to say
What is false or true

Warmer comes the weather
Colder stays the heart
With straight face
No one has a clue

As I press pen to paper
In another roundabout
Way of making
Rhyming words for you

This whole time hiding behind
Theses simple words I write
Where no one has a clue
Of what I'm really going through

Feb 2021

Graff1980

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Specifically,
I drift off to sleep
as my consciousness
dismiss me.

Encounter
all sorts of strange things
as I float through
a wide range of dreams.

Each actor is
a fraction of me
a reaction
generated
sporadically
forming
radical displays
of mixed replays
of my yesterdays
intermixed with
old and new ****
that twists and
shifts it.

It seems only
small parts
remain behind
for my waking mind
to find,
but only because
I am able to divine
a spark of
abstraction
that I can redefine
to make sense
of the mess.

Feb 2021

Graff1980

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Maybe, I’m a dumpster fire,
rash trash burner who
catches heat to fast
and hopes each burn
will be the last flash,
and that my heart
won’t turn to ash.

I’m chaos incarnate
because in the moment
my mind is gone to
another time to do
things I don’t always
want it to.

Afternoon snack cravings,
nightmare scenarios
where I am not saving,
or playing hero
but watching the ones
I love die slow.

I got to keep my distance
cause I want others
to mind their own
**** business,
while longing for them
to be my friend
and understand
that art I am trying to
pass on to every man,
and woman.

Go away, come back
why won’t you stay?
Get off my back.
Sincere empathy
paired with disdain,
sorrow for those
in pain
while I make it plain,
“Please just leave me alone.
Please come back again.”

Feb 2021

Ann M Johnson

Longing for springtime

I long for spring to warm me up after the sub zero winter chills.
I long for spring to come and take away my ills.
The asthmatic weezing is getting old as well as the snow and cold.
Spring please come my way soon I pray.
I long for better and warmer and sunny days
Spring come and please stay awhile
I know that your very presence will make me smile especially when the trees grow leaves again and the flowers bloom
The birds will come back and sing you a tune
My heart always makes room for you too.

#season #emotion #hopeful

Feb 2021

Graff1980

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When dealing with
the ruthless stupid ******,
I am pretty much useless.

He takes my empathy
and spoofs it.

There is no theorem.
The proof is
obvious;
I got no way
to stop any of this
bombing madness.

An Ocean’s worth of sadness,
and I am sinking
to the bottom of
a stinking salt bed
where there will be
water in my head
as I bobble till I’m dead.

I tried rationality.
I tried a little comedy,
sprinkled in some poetry,
but never broke the stupidity
barrier.

I am the pointless
carrier pigeon,
on a dangerous mission
dealing with what is
much scarier,
that despite my wisdom
I am not reaching anyone.

Dripping ****,
then skipping it
till the wind takes my wings
spinning me a bit,
as I am flipped
several times and hit
a red wall of bricks.

Funny flat faced freak
with a broken bleeding beak,
tired, but wondering
what is even the point of me?

Feb 2021

Victoria Jennings

Temporary

I promise I don't want you

Because I know being with you is poisonous

I know being with you has always been temporary

You're good at leaving

Even better at pushing away

But every memory comes rushing back when I see your picture

And my chest still aches
When I reread messages

And even more when I read old poems about you

You were
Nine years

Nine long years of love and friendship and heartbreak

And most days I'm okay
But every once in a while
I wish I could erase you.

Feb 2021

Ann M Johnson

Too Young To Die

You were Too young to die
I remember you were the popular one
your friends would either poke fun of me
or ignore me
I remember the time you said Hi to me
by the gas station without your friends around
I  think I said Hi back unless I was too shocked that you spoke to me
You suffered with Anorexia, I heard you started having that after some dumb boy
said you were too fat
You became so thin I could clearly see your ribs and other bones stuck out too
even with your clothes covering you
If only I knew what was making you so blue
You suffered with your silent pain
I could have understood
I was suffering too
One day you took your own life
You burned your self in your car with gasoline
  No one heard your screams
  It was hard for us left behind to believe what you had done
  I was shocked when I heard
  I remember the smile you wore hiding your secret pain
  I wish  I could have been your friend
  You came to an untimely end
   I wonder what could have been

Feb 2021

Graff1980

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Once, I broke through,
into a world view
of stranger colors
and proportions;

A place
where a cold
winterhold
held up
with bright
white
blinding lights
searing
and impeding
occasionally blocked
what I was seeing.

Where yellow banners,
and other
strange standards
stand *****
then collapse
losing their
regal effect.

Where parades of green
shades shimmering,
sway to
their own
rhythm,
the art of
growing
and living.

Where purple flecks,
blue floating
bits of paper
dance and waver
in the wind.

I embrace
this strange place,
but in the end
will go out the same
way I came in.

Feb 2021

Graff1980

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I wasn’t expecting the perfecting of empathy,
just hoping that we could learn how to be
generally, a little gentler with our humanity;

But what I am watching is beyond crossing
the borders of insanity, the lines in the sand we see
are so far behind us it isn’t even a memory,
more like some mystical fairytale,
a lie that we tell to ourselves
to believe we were once decent people.

None of this is appropriate or adequate,
but if you take a generation and add a bit
you might start a bad of habit of thinking up
a way to remix this acid trip in which we exist,
cause this hallucinogenic fix has had the opposite effect,
instead of expanding it has caused a loss of intellect.

So, the warrior goes on, while the poet is gone,
the killer is strong, but the dreamer is wrong.
Up is down, back is forward marching on toward
a black bitter beastly legend we named lord,
history imbued with the blood of love
on the tip of a poorly formed sword,
as the slant of the blade reflects and distorts
the value of life lived, given, and sacrificed
to all of those ridiculously profitable lies.

Feb 2021

Graff1980

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I may never be
a mainstream
attraction,
marvelous
man of steel
and heroic action,
or a midnight
web swinging
theme song singing
warrior bringing
hope back in.

I know I am not
the villain laughing
at human suffering,
never bothering
to try and solve
anything.

I hope I’m not adding
anything bad
and perhaps
putting back
a little good in
this human equation.

Maybe, I am
over explaining
struggling without
really saying
anything.

I’m pretty much
a middling,
poet spewing
verses that
are not doing
much of anything
but falsely inflating
my tiny ego.

Feb 2021

Graff1980

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This poet is not divine,
but some may find
the lyrical mind
omnipresent.

All bodies in
conversation
are a manifestation
of his unconscious.

First person,
second person,
or third person
narrator,

in the world
of words
the poet is
the greatest creator.

Not magical,
though it feels
that way sometimes.

Not perfect
that is why
lines fly
but sometimes
even angels
stumble in the sky.

Working verses,
fixing impressions,
twisting perspectives
while being introspective.

It is all a part
of the art
and creative process.

Feb 2021

Graff1980

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*******
Prageru
Robert E. Lee
does not
deserve to be
put up as a hero
in modernity.

Vicious,
treasonous
piece of trash,
slave owning
confederate,
a generally
disgusting general
of other
seditious
degenerates.

A response to this moronic video.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N839Z38w_AU