Wordsworth Ave. - Hello Poetry

Oct 2018

Em MacKenzie

I'm the raindrops to your roses
I can drown you or make you grow,
and my shower always imposes
on the direction that you want to go.
I seem to only fall on to you
praying to assist you to become what you want to be,
but I'm banished when the skies turn blue
are you hoping that I will continue raining?

There's some things no one will ever understand
like why we carry a torch so long that it goes and burns our hand,
and it seems like nothing in this world goes as planned
but raindrops and roses live together within the land.

I'm the raindrops to your roses
I only try to add to your perfection,
and when a window opens; a door closes
but take my droplets as the purest affection.
I hope to never weigh your petals down
I want to assist in making each a wing,
but I can keep pouring until we all drown
but roses are seasonal with only summer and spring.

There's some things no one will ever understand
like why we give away the things so highly in demand,
and even when ripped apart; together we still band,
'cause raindrops and roses live forever within the land.

I'm the raindrops to your roses
I only try to give you strength,
but alone you smell sweet to all the noses
but only my eyes are blind to your thorn's length.
I only come to show you your own beauty,
though I doubt you'd ever see that strong shade of red.
Whereas I'm transparent; you can see right through me
sometimes I wish I could be the sun to your roses instead.

#raindrops #roses #love #adoration #perfection

Sep 2018

Kate Rebecca Hopwood

On the other side of the road

Forensics checking house across the way from me
Police busy on the beat
Can't help but look to see
But I know I'll have to let it go
Just to be

Sep 2018

Semicolon

Wounds and scars

I was healing,
The wounds were healing,
The tears had stopped,
The demons had fallen to sleep,
The blood had dried up,
So had the pillows,
I was healing.
But then,
I picked at the scabs,
And I bled again,
And it left behind
A scar.
I was healing,
But now I can't.
I was healing,
But now I have scars.
I was healing,
But not anymore.

The wound healed and closed up, but the scar remained.

©Semicolon

#wounds #scars #poetry #hurt #pain #semicolon

Sep 2018

Dhia Awanis

My Mind Is a Busy Street

My mind is a busy street
its twinkling lights and noisy horns won't shut
whilst the walls are made out of skyscrapers,
only when the rain is pouring it began to quiet

My mind is a busy street
indefinite amount of strangers are crossing every now and then
leaving their footprints on every intersection,
little did they know it cost me bleeding wounds

#poetry #poems #pain

Sep 2018

Lizzie

Sweet nothings

You said you loved my eyes my smile at night,
You could look at them forever...
You whispered sweet compliments in my ear,
Though I never believe it.
I love the way you make me feel...
Like for the first time in my life I can breathe,
Feeling you hold me close half asleep,
Makes me think maybe there really is such thing as peace....

Not finished..

Sep 2018

Bijan Rabiee

Couplets of Night

Her lips a curl of wildfire
Dodging darts of desire

She walks with wistful feet
To suppress the beast in her heat

Butterflies set off for paradise
In the moonlight of her eyes

A thousand stories ache to part
From the sorrows of her heart

Let us savor her patient dance
Beneath the dark sky of chance

Sep 2018

OD

Armageddon

I’ve cried enough tears to fill an ocean.
I’ve slept as many hours
as they are fish in the sea.
I’ve felt enough pain to cause forest fires across the nation with just a blink.
All of this because I had to let you go. I feel as if the world has fallen out of orbit, the earth is becoming lifeless without you.

I’m barely surviving.

The world has started to freeze over, I’m losing all feeling except the one I feel for you. as my body is shutting down and the world is ending your name was the last to be spoken through the cold fog on my numbingly cold lips.