Clarity - Hello Poetry

Jul 2017

The Sick Red Carnation

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Some live in heart
Some live in art
Some live in words
Some live in swords
Some live as your part
All are destined to depart

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Jul 2017

Grey mirror

#old_school

You called me old school
Just because I believe in purity

You called me old school
Just because I wasn't influence by social media to overcome my inferiority

You called me old school
Just because I don't swear or cuss

You called me old school
Just because in the midst of a chaos I remain Hush

You called me old school
Just because I believe in a deep sacrificial love.

Well I'm not old school. I just believe in principles and moralities, for without which, the world will crumble.

#oldschool #peer #suffer #slanders #haters

Jul 2017

R M

Coffee Communion

I drink coffee like
I take
holy communion-
with eyes closed
in thankful
prayer.

#coffee #holy #thankful #caffeine #need #mmmmm #yummy #my #life #thoughts

Jul 2017

phil roberts

THINGS THAT I WOULD DO

When the moon is full
A shiny silver disc
I'd steal it and roll it along
Like a hoop with a stick
All the way to your door
And give it you as a gift

Then I'd reach up to the sky
And grab the brightest stars
I'd gather them together
And place them in a jar
So you could let them loose
When the night is dark

And when the weather's bad
And the sky is dark with rain
I'd fill my lungs with air
And blow those clouds away
Then I'd push the sun over you
So you'd come out to play

I'd knock on your front door
And greet you with grace and style
Then I'd sing and dance foolishly
Just to make you smile
In fact, I would do anything
To make you happy for a while

By Phil Roberts

Jul 2017

Eric W

Changes

The smell is in the air,
how everyday odors have become
suddenly
more pungent than they were before.
I recognize this.

Time is warped,
it slows to a crawl in front of me.
The birds stop in mid-flight
their songs hung in the sky
from little strings
in the heavens.
Things move so slowly
but all too fast
at the same time.

I am simultaneously inspired
and uninspired
in the same breath,
energetic and lethargic
in the same motion,
thoughtful and dull
in the same sentence.

The routine kills, it's time to
shake things up a bit,
time to change the layout,
change the scenery,
change the mind,
change the self.
It's time to learn as much
as possible
and forget everything I've
ever known.
It's time for a change.

Jul 2017

Ben

A Little Color

Who knew that the cure
For a mind stricken with grey
Was leaves on the breeze?

#haiku

Jul 2017

SøułSurvivør

for the freeing of the soul

~~<♢>~~

paper chosen
quill in hand
pondering or
obliging
a muse already
quick of wit
within the heart
residing
pen & paper have,
in written word,
set about
colliding

we write our mythology
we constillate the stars
we create our own legends
from nebulae afar
we sculpt our
classic statue
no storm can
ever mar

we color worlds with crayons
lavender and blue
or frame them
in computer screens
with pixels rainbow hues
nobody can tell us
our reality
ain't
TRUE!

we write
though indignation
we use pen as sword
against corrupt society
we can't fathom anymore
we call out politicians
and all elitist ******

~ lust & love ~

there are many muses
which can bring pain or bliss
but none as cruelly fickle
as the romance
of this
nor any as wondrous
as the beauty
of a
kiss

~ angst & despair ~

here is the morbid one
sowing her foul seeds
or she will spin her
silken threads
be careful of her deeds!
she sparkles like a
spider's web
is dressed in
widow's weeds

~ spirituality, religion & faith ~

there are vast multitudes
of hands which point us hence
and many roads to get there
and many an offense
I have found my trusted way
i sit not on a fence!
Jesus is my savior
and lives in
PRESENT TENSE!

~ nostalgia & the past ~

this muse is
made of metal
her jaws are red with rust
shadowed halls with paintings
and statues made of dust
or a pathway
through a garden
with fragrant blooms
in mist

but the greatest
muse of all
a friend to young or old
who makes us awed or timid
or bravehearted & bold
this one will always
help us
to get our story told
this muse is our great desire

for the freeing of the

SOUL

SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/7/2017

This is something I've had drafted for a while. Then my dad became ill, and i didn't publish it. Thought I'd finally post it. Hope you enjoy reading!

The last few days have been a joy with my father's miraculous recovery. Watching from his bedside I've seen him go from a pale yellow skeletal figure, struggling for his very breath, to a calm, peacefully resting man, off his respirator and all pain meds.
All the doctors & nurses are baffled & amazed! Just as they were when he was CURED OF CANCER.

WE PRAYED FOR HIM THEN, TOO.

Thanks to you all for being patient with me. But I'm sure you can understand or relate.

♡♡♡ GOD BLESS YOU! ♡♡♡

#soul #writing #poetry #love #life #god #hellopoetry107

Jul 2017

Cné

A Song Unsung

Time will pass
without remorse
but
memories endure.
I look into
the mirror now
and find
I've no allure.

And yet,
I smile,
a secret smile
at what
I once
had been.
My youth
has fled
but
I'm content
at what
I "was"
back "when".

I had my time
and though
they say
"youth is wasted
on the young".
I know I've still...
within my heart...
a song that's
yet unsung.

#time #memories #youth #song #smile

Jul 2017

olivia

nota bene

when the shadows begin to whisper
your mind starts to hurt
for you tell it it is weak
and can no longer protect you
so it hides
but your beloved mind is not weak
the weakness lies
in pretending
it is
learn to start holding your own hand
protect your own self
you are not lost
you are just exploring
do not wait for the shadow to disappear back into the dark
make it
force it
rely on your intuition
trust your enchanting self
show your mind
it needn't hurt and hide
for you can and will protect it
and if you ever get scared
look up to the sky
and
simply linger with the moon