Favourites - Hello Poetry

Jul 2019

ConnectHook

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Condemned with all who scrawl their thoughts online

Obsessing over words, revising verse,

This love of poetasting is a curse . . .

(no, wait—I think I need to tweak that line).

Composing, thus, my useless universe,

Convinced that golden musings are divine,

I polish leaden verse to make it shine

So proving that bad poetry grows worse.

My muse may well disown me for my crimes,

Fly off and leave me searching for some word,

Abandon me to unpoetic times;

And yet my lyric soul is undeterred.

My own best lines may or may not show it;

Still, I’ll bear that shameful name of Poet.

I brought this out between Prompt #8 and #9

#napowrimo2019

Jul 2019

Thea Herrera

falling

A little too often
And a little more each day
This frail heart and soul of mine
Seems to shout your name
With every beat and breath

#love #happy #cute #falling

Jul 2019

natalie

over

you're mad at me because i can't control my heart,
how am i supposed to feel while you're ripping me apart?

#love #hate #sad #happy #breakup #teen #poetry #poem

Jul 2019

ymmiJ

Predawn Rise

Dull moon light, parts the bed
writhing limbs, tangled in sweet scented sweat
as the stars jealously peer in

Jul 2019

nsp

*******

another ******* last night
the things you make my body do
restraint and self control
all in the name of you

understand that I'm red blooded
and the flesh I can't resist
so close, so firm, so tender
even in sleep I must persist

a stroke of your hand brings pleasure
the juice off your lips a treat
but sweetheart you're a vegan
and my wet dreams are of meat.

#vegan #dreams #flesh

Jul 2019

IcarusHatesSun

Brain Full Of Lust

I want to taste every inch of your epidermis
Blood's boiling like lava in a thermos
When you ambulate
My phallus will gyrate
While my body is at a standstill
Stalemate
I want you to chew me like a vampiress
Gaze deep in your iris
Leave me wide open like a coke ******'s sinus
My libido is poisonous
Your feminine essence
Seems to be the only antidote

Jul 2019

Herb

Who are we to we?

I looked into your face
It seemed like any other
There was nothing new to see
Nothing to discover

I looked into your hand
It seemed to pose no threat
No weapon did you hold
I felt safe... but, yet

I looked into your eyes
So sure, and yet so wary
I felt your confidence
Was only temporary

I looked into your heart
I saw your hopes and dreams
Your plans to carry out
Your wishes and your schemes

I looked into your soul
That swirling cosmic chasm
Where only you can see
Your personal phantasm

I looked into your past
And saw a life like mine
Days building into years
Of syncopated rhyme
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Who am I to you?
Who are you to me?
And why can we not cross
This human boundary?

Jul 2019

John Edward Smallshaw

Untitled

Slight seeing.

Wet
wet
wet
wet,
I bet it's not wet
in Ibiza.

Got my wellybobs on
to go to my job,
soon be done

and then there'll be sun.

She's tapping it out in Morse,
but of course
she's just playing Candy Crush.

Even later
the people look similar
to me.

This tube though
still terminates at
Stanmore
I'll be getting off
before then.

Next to the
'Fertility open days'
poster
is one for a mattress,
'Have a 100-night stand'

( the law of unintended consequences )

but it's true,
I wouldn't lie to you.

just looking around
as I travel deep
underground

Arnie Saknussemm
would be
proud of me.

Jul 2019

Jemimah

My Friend

I'll tell you a story,
A story so fine,
This story involves,
A good friend of mine.

My friend and I met,
When I was quite small,
I was still a baby,
Just starting to crawl.

She knows when I'm happy,
She knows when I'm sad,
She knows all my secrets,
That I've ever had.

I'm friends with her now,
I see her everyday,
She's the best friend I've had,
She knows me in every way.

She's knows all my life,
And what's on my mind,
I can honestly say,
she's one of a kind.

So who is this friend?
I'm hearing you mention.
She's nobody special,
She's just my reflection

Jul 2019

nsp

a lot of amazing women

a lot of amazing women have loved me.

a nurse from Izmir
with almond eyes
and a quite confidence
that snuck out in her laugh.
both of us with lust for life,
and each other.

a teacher from Christchurch
with a competitive fire
who whispered me a confession,
under cover of a rattling train,
that was never heard.
our first night together left me in the hospital,
I still returned for more.

a co-worker from San José,
a sunflower in the wind,
untameably independent.
her smile buckled knees,
her touch left me thoughtless,
her voice felt like home.

a lot of amazing women have loved me.
and I sit here,
staring at this page,
trying to see what they saw.
and it's blank.

I spend a lot of time thinking about what others see in us that we cannot see in ourselves. How we can be loved by amazing people we respect but still not find our own value. The search for self-worth is an important one.

#lovers #selfworth #blank #nostalgia

Jul 2019

Jennifer Beetz

We Would Never Get Along

I like baked fish
I like a fish in a dish
I like Lillian Gish
I like to dress up
in a gigantic wide
brimmed hat and
go to the movies

I like smooth stones
I like sun bleached bones
I like raspberry scones
I like to hide behind
the bookshelf and
scream when you
walk by

I like sleeping dogs
I like foggy fogs
I like Prague
I like to sob into
a pillow and never
wake up again