Poetic Party Crew.... - Hello Poetry

Jun 2017

Eddie Starr Love Poetry

Because you are in it, so I shall stand firm in it.

Because as long as you are in my Life here.

I shall stand firm, and never give up in this Life.

Because you are in my Life, I shall stand Firm.

For there is none other that Loves me Like you do.

There is none other, that I Love like I Love you.

As long as you are in my Life, I shall never give up.

For you are so Special to me, you mean so much to me.

So I shall stand Firm, never giving up but standing firm.

Jun 2017

phil roberts

IS IT ME?

Edges of shadows
In the corners of eyes
Too fast to see
It might be me

Is it true
What you see?
Is it real?
Is it really me?

You do not hear my voice
Or know the colour of my eyes
You would not know me in the street
Or recognise my accent
Should we meet

And yet
You have seen my soul
In the words I write
And even the spaces between them

Those who care to look
Can know my story
My frailties
My vulnerabilities
My reality

This may be my curse
And my gift to you
Whatever it may be
You know that it is true

By Phil Roberts

Jun 2017

Lazhar Bouazzi

The Tortoise Re-Post

The good thing about a tortoise
Is that he carries time on his
shoulders
and does not have to hide
to cry.
He is like a river
flowing backward,
climbing the rocks on which her mother
had bitten
to un-feel the pain of origination,
and cast a novel glimpse on her nest
in the mountain.
He is a figure, a language, a sun
whose force is sustained by his own spirit -
unrelated - unlike a star,
a candle, a night.
He is his
own version
of the light,
of the rite,
and the fight
Sisyphean.

© LazharBouazzi

Jun 2017

Em E

Evening in Oil Paints

The world looks freshly painted
directly after the rain,
each surface glistening in the streetlight:
newly created.
As if a great artist
in a flash of inspiration
(like the strike of lightning
that preceded this storm)
envisioned this all in her head,
called it instantaneously into being
on her canvas.
All the colors, still wet,
slowly flowing into each other.
The pavement, the fallen leaves,
my footprints trailing through.
At the corner, I look behind me.
My footprints are gone, ****** into the paint;
it smoothed itself out as I passed, in my wake.
Wet and breathing spring: a perpetually-renewing clean slate.

#spring #beginnings #renewal #time #rain

Jun 2017

Traveler

DESTINIES

In destinies farther away
Then our deepest thoughts
Visitors arrive
With memory loss

Timeless Travelers
Speaking in rhymes
Aesthetic wisdom
Of poetic mind

To experience birth
As a Human being
Is a Travelers
Favorite destinies

One with nature
The Universal Muse
No cave can trap
These Traveling Views

To this
Temporary
Permanent
Eternal maze
I would gladly
Come back
Again
This way
.......

Traveler Tim

Jun 2017

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

Beyond Grateful

Full of emptiness
Dry of tears,

Tired of not being able to sleep,
Wide-awake for so many years.

Spent, emotionally,
Too exhausted to know what to do,

Over-anxious, constantly,
Time ticking away;
Peace of mind is well overdue.

Struggling to keep her sanity,
She bears an overloaded mind,

Toxic vibes and verbal pollution
Is all that she is able to find.

Triggers all around her,
Purity, in her world, ceases to exist,

But still, with great effort,
Her aching soul continues to survive,
She tirelessly chooses to persist.

She loves life,
As painfully hard as it can be,

Regardless
Of the constant battles,
She's beyond grateful to be alive -
To breathe, to feel, to hear, and to see.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Jun 2017

Traveler

BROKEN RULES

That one cold day
You were gone
Oh how I longed
To be wrong
Believing
That you could
Never return
Owning
All those bridges
Burned

If like you
I could
Walk away
Save my love
For another day
In the silence
Of forgetfulness
Sudden darkness
Flip a switch
No dread lingering
No emo unrest
Just rap it up
I've done my best

Then I would be
Broken too
Breaking all
The golden rules
...

Traveler Tim

Jun 2017

Traveler

NUMB IT OFF

I could never convince you
Of the things I feel inside
All the numbness
Never healing
Because to me
It's do or die

Not lingering
On my sorrow
No depression
To convey
I get high
On Mother Nature
No regret
Can make me salve

Will you be here tomorrow
Or leave an empty page
In words displayed
In sorrow
Why do
Broken Poets
Have to fade?

........

Traveler Tim