Blew me away - Hello Poetry

Nov 2015

anu

A Year ago, in the same date
As A Stranger I entered this beautiful Garden Hp
A Beautiful flower (Elsa) drags me with her pure heart
Wise words (from wolf, Sir Poet,Jack, etc.) kept me to know the life’s secret
Sweet buds (Smiriti, Aarvie,) enjoys me with their great writes
Love Birds (Brandon &jane;) echoes me their beautiful rhythms
My Beautiful Bros (ryn, Joe, pradip,spt, Mufiq) supports me and admires with their strong writes
My Sweet sisters (Donna, pax, nimah, Vicki) fills my heart with their pure poems
All my new friends (Eddie, patty, gray l, tropica, wepping willow, Mysterious , Jimmy, its gona make sense, packin heat ,Poetry journal,Dark n beautiful, Wilson, Rose, James, Margaux, Asim, etc) gave me beautiful space and spirits..

Being a part of this beautiful family, felt proud and happy. I take this day to thank all my family who supports me and hears me. My sincere thanks to all.(might missed someone. Thanks to them too.)
I miss many beutiful poets especially my aka (elsa)..
Sorry missed some important members who constantly support me
(Ignetious Hosina,Gutham,HB,Thomas A Robinson)

Nov 2015

Isaac Peña

This One Is For Us

This one goes to the real poets.
To those who decide to carry the world on their own.
To those who carry hell in their head and a graveyard of lost love stories in their heart
To the brave ones who fight darkness with darkness.
Tho those who the only answer they seek from a god is if there's eternal life for their loved ones, because they know there's no space for them in that paradise.
To those who know that suffering is the most humane feeling there is.
To those who loved and hated the wrong person.
This goes to Lorca isolated, hiding in a closet in New York.
To Unamuno craving to believe in something impossible.
To Quiroga drinking the poison of his sorrow at a hospital.
To Becquer and Espino for dying so young.
To Neruda for cheating on himself so many times.
To Machados' lost spirit.
To Marquez and his melancholic ******.
To Poe's tormented soul and his raven.
To Shakespeare and his Juliet.
To Dante and his story of woe.
This goes for the only beings who can live with a hell inside of them, and still manage to write heavenly things for those in need to read.
This one's for us.

Nov 2015

Pax

Life quote 1.1 (10w)

My life is not Comparable but Relatable in some situations.

I have been making quote since I start WC/HP and since I learned how to write my own thoughts with conviction and be aware of my experience to be relatable to others. And remember in my quote, I don’t always fallow it, I can be stubborn at times but it is always be a reminder for me and be able to stand to what I believed in.

This quote sprang to mind when I arrived at the camp thinking at the insecurities & envy life has shown me or us… and felt as well. This quote is quite universal in thought but I want to share mine when this quote sprang to mind…  

1. We are equally unique in one way or another. But in some cases life repeats some reasonable karmas of the past making some situations relatable. Or some situations match the other but that doesn’t mean for us to follow the same path as the other.. We have our own choice, our own will to do what we wanted to do.

2. In life we always compare things and situation… and it never gets old… then that’s the time envy comes and let you feel the insecurities stick to your skin like glue.  My guess is that, this two negative nature will always be a part of us... It only matters on how we know which is too much or how you weight it to do good and away from harming others.

3. “Be thankful of what you have”, it goes beyond, it also keeps you grounded and be appreciative of the things you already had/have. When you do, you’ll see it is not worth comparing your life to others, you’ll see the importance of one’s owned.

4. (Comparable) and (Relatable) are two different sets of thoughts and feelings, atleast for me it is…  When you start to Compare, you’ll see it as a race for who’s better and who’s not. While when you Relate, you’ll just see it better to just contemplate and learn something, you become sensitive to once was and able to avoid a repeat process. I guess it really depends on how you used these words. The world is full of misunderstanding, we need to be considerate & listen more in many aspects our daily human interactions and emotions.

Last thoughts: “You can relate with my Life, but never compare mine from yours. We in Live two different lifetimes.”

#life #10w #situation #quote #relatable #compare

Nov 2015

GaryFairy

God save them

God bless the brittle ones
they have no anger, they have no guns
God bless the little ones
they are daughters, they are sons

God save them from our fate
they are new to the human traits
God save them from the wait
Lord take them straight to the gates

God bless the rising dawn
it's a new day for living on
God bless who's already gone
they are daughters, they are sons

God save them from our hate
they are new to these fateful straits
God save them from our weight
Lord take them straight to the gates

#war #god #savior

Nov 2015

Miriam

distance

it doesn't make sense for me to feel this way
because you're not even mine
but i still can't help feeling the way that i do
like i'm drowning and the water is digging into my lungs like a knife
i'm tired of the way my heart wants something that it can't have
making me feel sad at night over things within my grasp
but can't really hold with my hands

Nov 2015

Eudora

Drowning

My back parallel to the ground
as my nerves and vessels in my head swell.
Puffed eyelids shut gently,
my fingers shiver.
Heavy heart beats with a stagnant beat,
tears flushing down like a waterfall..
forming puddles on my collar bone
before drowning me into a pool
of melancholy and despair.

**Wondering what's in store for me tomorrow,
only if it comes..

#tears #drowningme #tomorrow
#anotherday #notpromised #theirvoices

Nov 2015

r

detail

a learning experience
- the detailed
timing and precision

- a certain etiquette
in the rise and fall
of hands and feet

i learned the walk
- mirrored on the toe
of a spit-shined boot

shooting imaginary doves
in white gloves -

the proper fold
of the cloth
- tight and taught
with stars above

the tri-fold - not
a trifling thing we're told

the color of a mother's tears
and grip of a father's grief -
the why in the cry of a child

- sad song of the bugler
on a windswept hill
standing in the detail.

r ~ 10/29/14

Nov 2015

her

The Lost Nights

And I think I'll call these the lost nights.

The nights where the silence is all consuming. Shapeshifting into black holes.

The only light at the end of this tunnel used to be the sound of your voice.

But now I'm stuck between the four walls of my mind that taunt me with the secrets they hold in the form of my memories.

The most prevalent one says that you'll never call.

So far it's been right. Sometimes I ignore it.. But nights like these, it ricochets like gunshots. Screaming to be more than heard..

Screaming to be felt.

And once again I'm reminded that I'd rather it be your voice that broke the silence instead of my memory of it.

I think I'll call these the lost nights.

#love #heartbreak #feelings #pain #up #break #hurt #emotions

Nov 2015

Haley C B

Hills

I am always sick to my stomach,
shaking and numb.
Incapable of feeling neither
sadness or love.

I fought through flames thinking I had
emerged unscathed,
Only bearing wounds beneath my surface,
Am I weak or am I brave?

Holding my breath under the covers as I count the moves that led me here,
Holding on to every word you had said,
so close and so dear.

I paint vibrant images in my mind that I cannot replicate on paper,
I am convinced I can do everything on my own now,
I am my own savior.

My edges have grown so rigid and cold,
and I am too young to feel this old.
Looking out the window tracing my finger over the hills in the distance,
Wondering if one day I'll ever think back and miss this.

The way you ran your hands over the bones in my hips,
Caressing my thighs and biting my lips.
You are gone but never too be forgotten,
I will always have the memory of you to forever get lost in.

Nov 2015

Sjr1000

One kiss, two kisses, three

We're taking a ride
so far from here,
A little bit of heaven
A little bit of hell
A little bit of everything.

Forgetting everything we've been told,
Forgetting everything we're supposed to know

Moments flying by,
Fly by moments
Lighting our eyes,
Many delights,
Many sights
to see and be

So many reflections of you and me.

We're holding on tight
On each other's side.

One kiss, two kisses, three

Holding on
Letting go
Riding these passion winds
Discovering whatever they may know.

Nov 2015

Pax

Sometimes, my Life has no direction

Sometimes,
*my Life has no direction
Choices was laid down for me
whatever what makes them happy...

It has meaning but has no sense of path
It flows like the river
it never stop...

my life feels stagnant
stuck with a slow progress
seems too redundant...

my life has rooted its fears, it *****
no matter how you cut, it grows back
roots rooted to the very core, I'm stuck....

Sometimes, I am not sure I am good enough.

#direction #fear #life #***** #stuck #choices #stagnant #nodirection

Nov 2015

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

Blackberry Winter

Contrails have etched powder blue skies , the April countryside enhanced with silver tones .. The collapse of reason coupled with an early morning frost , tender seedlings beg the mercy of the rising Sun , bound for its midday zenith .. Such is the fragility of love just as the daffodils of Spring , a luster of Silver Maples dancing in the wind , clockwork precision of the Grist mill on Cotton Indian Creek . A brisk walk along the cool , riparian shore , bound for warmth , recalculation and the many miracles of familiar woodlands , across quiet bottom land . Alone* .