The shadows of my soul - Hello Poetry

Apr 2019

Poetress2

"Come to me,
my little one;
We're going to have,
alot of fun.
~
I'll make this playtime,
a pleasure for you;
So come on in,
take off your shoes."
~
Just what they meant,
I did not know;
As I entered my bedroom,
of pink and gold.
~
My little hands,
began to sweat;
Down my back,
shivers were sent.
~
They laid me on,
my Minny Mouse sheets;
I was not happy,
I was not pleased.
~
They tortured me,
that's how it felt;
And then they told me,
not to tell.
~
They walked away,
bearing a smile;
They left behind,
a tortured child.

#child #tortured #sweat #fear #mild

Apr 2019

Logan Robertson

ISIS Juggernaut

ISIS Juggernaut

Another
Bombing
Crisis
Darkens
Everyone's
Fearful
Good
Home.
ISIS'
Juggernaut
Knocking
Loud,
Malignancy
Noxiously
Odious.
Plants
Quickly
Rooting
Suicidal.
Terror
Under
Vile
Wings,
Xenophobic
Yet
Zygodactylous

Logan Robertson

4/29/2019

Xenophobe-a person having a dislike of or prejudice against people from other countries

Zygodactylous- In birds, applied to feet in which two toes point forwards, and two to the rear. How this concept applies to the poem is that ISIS can strike from every direction, swoop down at any time, with eyes and a network lurking from every tree branch so to speak. Sad.

Sad was this last Easter Sunday in Sri Lanka, 253 innocent victims, as mankind watches in horror. These birds of a feather flock together, and their flock is getting bigger, and I wish that it would fall and end.

#abecedarian #terror #isis

Apr 2019

Chelsea Rae

Dancing Statues

I was a wonder among them.

They were so used to seeing statues.

Froze.

Like red and green light

Changing poses but still

Making sure we don't

Impose.

Then when one finally decided to

Dance with the rhythm of thier soul

They didn't know what else to do

Other than stare in amazement.

The way we do the stars.

I decided to rework this one a bit and thought I'd repost.
Be YOU.
Even it's vulnerable. Even if it's uncomfortable.
Do it.

#find #your #soul

Apr 2019

Traveler

WHY I SHARE

It shakes me to the core
Unrest at our gates
I'm talking
Suffering human beings
So we send them away??

Bombs, U.S. grade
Everywhere on the
Whole worldwide stage
You can find the proof
In our pockets....

I sleep in a warm bed
My cupboards are full
I have more then I need
I have more than I could ever use
How did this come to be
Here on this little planet
Out of billions of suffering beings
I'm living the American dream
....

Traveler Tim

Apr 2019

Hadrian Veska

The I, I was

Oh, I've loved
And oh I've known
That I have died
And I have grown

Into something new

The tracks behind
And the way made clear
I know where to go
I have naught to fear

On this journey long

But oh my heart
And oh my head
They say it'd be better
If I was dead

But how little do they know

That the I, I was
Died long ago

Apr 2019

Traveler

MISS YOU

Solid metal
Becomes my mental box's
PTSD
Can be hard to keep locked
It holds irrational fears
Residues of yesteryear's
Clinching onto the grim
Realities of past sorrows
But of course I'll be back
This way again tomorrow!
.........

Traveler Tim

Apr 2019

John F McCullagh

The Harbinger

Forty Seven hit us hard, we peasants had little to eat.
Famine stalked our Island, even as landlords exported Wheat.
Death was a constant companion then; starvation the usual cause.
Out in the hills the Banshees screamed and the next death might be yours.
Some Auld woman with long silver hair and half out of her mind
Keening aloud for the family she’s lost and the share hold left behind.
The sound of her shrieks would fill hearts with fear.
The sight of her filled us with dread.
For we’d become certain that she was a sign
By nightfall someone would be dead.
For she was no kindly fairy or sprite;
The banshee was nobody’s friend.
The harbinger of death and despair
And many a journey’s end

A Banshee's keening is horrible and they are a terrifying sight to mortals