Confessional Poetry - Hello Poetry

Jul 2020

Graff1980

I have forgotten how to write
without flowing flourishes,
without the rhyme that nourishes
each tight woven and cherished
poetic line.

I have lost the ability
to lose the structure
playing games with
the worlds of words I love.

When I was younger, I did not need
anything,
but the words to come flowing
from the fount I found,
spewing rose petals of purple and pink
and I did not feel compelled to think
what is the next word
in the next verse
that might link and light past lines.

I miss the curling lips
as I let the words just slip
and lay where they may
not caring how they would play
with similar sounds.

I feel like a poetry clown
who cannot break the cycle.

#writing

Jul 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 456

I am binary,
two beings in one,
a black hole
and a blazing sun.

I am solar rage
and a hunger
as powerful
as Galactus
ready to devour
all of us.

I am curious,
needing the seeding
of seeing and thinking
of drinking
and perceiving,
what is truthful
and what is deceiving.

I am ready to withdraw
but willing to come out,
full of confidence
but hold wisdom
in my doubt.

Like a dolphin
swimming in
the sparkling
ocean,
I am part of two worlds,
underwater gasping for air,
and limited in movement
when I come up there
to take my breathes.

Asleep when I awake,
in a daylight dreaming state,
but as time moves on
silence speaks volumes.
I see isolation
and find sorrow
in this lonely nation
of homebodies.
I am conflict that creates
some things I love
and other things I hate,
ill-defined by this frame
that holds the mind
from which I sprang.

Mostly, I am confused.

#identity

Jul 2020

Mohammed Arafat

I See You

Lady, I am staring into your eyes,
in front of everyone.
I see your beauty covered with your sorrow.
I see the real you throughout the words they say.
I see the blooming Jasmin behind your bitter cactus.

Whether they like it or not, I will touch you,
I will touch you and touch you with my mind,
until you get out of the cave of your pain,
and smile to me before them all!

Mohammed Arafat

I fell in love with a girl whose name is the name of the most beautiful shrub that has white flowers with a yummy smell. This poem is dedicated to her.

#gaza #palestine

Jul 2020

Graff1980

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How I long
to love and be
loved as greatly
as the poetry
I write for humanity,

to be consumed and seen,
as I live a dream,
knowing that showing
the true me
will not end badly.

How I long
to know myself
and share that
with someone,
to let the tight brace
that carries my pain
be undone
cause I no longer need
the crutch that clutches
too tightly.

Like the ocean
that loves the moon,
as the night dies
far too soon,

like the snow
that melts
under heated passion
becoming
liquid love
and steamed breathes gasping,

though, I know I shouldn’t
I long for
the one thing
I want more
than life itself.

Jul 2020

Graff1980

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Here I am
one more
dead man
just walking.

Here I am
quietly
reflecting
on what I see.

Here I am
wishing
not to waste
the space
where poetry
plants it blooms,
that perfect
pink fleshy room
that will soon
be consumed
by rot and decay.

Here I am
ready to play,
for this short stay
which can be bad
or made great
by the way
I take it.

Here I am
hold my hand
as I walk us both
through the
forest trees,
and starlight
reflected in these
rippling seas,
as we share
all this beauty.

Here I am
ready to give
the time I have
left to live.

Where are you?

#nature #life #melancholia #isolation #grief #loss #art #human #sorrow #longing

Jul 2020

Graff1980

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The highway lights
glow painfully bright,
as I drive home tonight.

I am more than tired,
and uncertain where
we go from here.

Still, my rattling engine
gets me on the road again,
while my bluetooth music player
has me dancing and singing
to Pink Floyd, and Billy Joel.

An hour-long reflection,
driving and thinking,
as bumps in the road
have my heart sinking
just like my spirits.

Images of yesterday
and tomorrow makes
me quake with anxiety.
So, I learn to enjoy the trip,
even when I am bouncing
as my shock absorbers
slowly succumb to the eroding rust,
as the paint chips and disintegrate
like the rest of us.

Another day’s work done;
I am the captain of my dodge neon,
and the endless paths that I travel on,
even though I keep hitting the same one.

One more mile and I am home to sleep,
one more poem for this road to keep
cause it was just a pointless thing.

Jun 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 536

The world seems to have
taken me far back
to a place that
I never wanted to
return to.

After years of
a routine I loved,
working out
and going to work,
putting my body
through a world of hurt
and seeing those I knew
with a certain distant fondness,

the situation has gone and
closed both gyms
I paid to attend.

Now I am back to
working out home,
which is hard to do.

Plus, the socializing
that I got at the gym
has come to a sad end.

So, I have taken
up gaming
for hours on end
wasting time again
but to be honest
I don’t really mind.

Jun 2020

muteD

bang !

not a flicker, nor a flame.‬
‪always invisible, unknown by name.‬
‪so now it is up to me‬
‪to leave a mark,‬
‪to go out with a bang‬
‪and leave my art.‬

‪-mD‬

There was this tweet that told us to write based on the picture that had attached .. it was my first time ever doing something like that and I only did it to see if I could.

Honestly I wish you guys could see the picture. Nonetheless, I’m really proud of this especially since I haven’t written any poetry all month.

#bang #art #muted #dessy #flicker #flame #mark

Jun 2020

Thomas W Case

Laid

I fraternize with chicks
half my age because I
want to get laid and
feel young.

This is for B.L.T'S word of the day challenge *Fraternize*

#wordofthedaychallenge #*** #youth