Favourites - Hello Poetry

Jul 2019

Allyssa

I feel inadequate,
To say the least.
I mostly feel mad about it,
It's like taming a beast.
I haven't written my jittery thoughts down,
I haven't been able to feel the dark creeping again,
But I feel it now.
I feel every bit of cold,
I feel every bit of sadness,
All I want to feel is fire.
Fire upon any desire,
Other than this.
Other than the plague of my existence on every warm night,
On every sunny day.
I'm like the ******* highway during rush hour between holidays,
A struggle to maintain this facade of normality.

I don't sleep during the summer.

#sleep #fire #normal #strange #alone #cold #help #summer #night #dark

Jul 2019

wordvango

Eyes dont fade

And when she awoke, he was holding her hand,
Toasted bread jam and coffee steaming
On the night stand.
A newly plucked daisy stood proud
In a vase as she opened her eyes and looked in his.
She heard an echo
A memory of a promise
A pledge when
They met
I'll bring you
Breakfast in bed
I will treasure you.
I will make us a home with a porch and white steps and windows galore
To look out of and let the sun in.
If you will just hold my hand and believe in me, woman.
She saw in his eyes bright
The treasure of love found midlife how profound words become and acts thoughts and beyond all,
Promises live. How flesh fades
With ages how skin gains wrinkles, she pondered, but the eyes,
With love in them,
Will never fade
Dim or die.
Their beauty
Ageless

Jul 2019

Ithaca

solitude.

trapped in a cell, abandoned by light
fed through a tube, once day and night
no one around, to talk to or fight
sanity cowers in the absence of might.

showering cold in a tub soaked in tears,
the silence of torture has deafened his ears,
time is a lie, he’s lost count of the years,
forever imprisoned til the reaper appears.

#trapped #alone #forever

Jul 2019

wordvango

Nature

The bountiful all of the ends of it all the variety one sees of leaves and limbs tall and the shades of blue how many can there be and windows
In our eyes how focused become blind to the smallest stem of a clover majestic as an elm the plume of a dandelion a firework for the ant and the hill a mountain for a mole send me a grass blade to be happy I claim
And mean it heartily
I live to love gathering it all and it starts with one small honestly felt touch or kiss.
I love her.
Nature is natural
Love is it all

Jul 2019

wordvango

A day the clouds

Were days of number instead
Of named
Ground of thunder and rain
And men
Men lived in clouds instead
Of sand
And the hills reached from under us
The tallest trees scant grass
And we lived all of us godlike the upside down world wouldn't be better
Or the mortals be more mortal for
That is us, merely humans living brutal or humorous or just
Striving for sustenance a meal a
Love to love
A heart to embrace an angel to sing.
A reason to be a hope to obtain
And we closely saints would make
The clouds brown and stained
And the earthen ground below cleansed and beautiful
Do my hymn were I an angel
Would be to live
Your best life
Breathe
And dream of a day the clouds
Accept you
Among them

Jul 2019

Bowedbranches

Hobgoblins

Hobgoblins

Hanging,
upside down
with his mouth pried open
slurping up seepage
in the plumbing pipes
dead skin, sweat grime
He'd be inclined to take a bite.

Some claim these creatures as
spiders
or rats
but I have seen one in the act
Little ******* hides below the sink
to feed on tender infant flesh..
He salivates at bath-time
snapping at soft bottom fat
to fill his belly with a warm, blood-soaked
snack
Baby cries another whole in mama's ear..
And I listened for a rummage in the plumbing pipes.

Jul 2019

The Concrete Poet

'Strung' out

To play the part of a marionette is forever;
manipulation strings long gone almost to walk on air.

Tied to wooden x's you dangle,
acting on impulse they divulge your feeling.

Frayed strings, shredded, near broken,
this fantasy is free, the cost a cut down tree.

In the distance a sunrise under the canopy of a clever smokescreen,
and I the smoke, I waft away.

Jul 2019

The Concrete Poet

Um...let's

let's fall off
the edge of the page,
sail beyond the horizon,
leap from the end of the ledge,
sink into the ocean,
then sink deepest...
beyond.

let's slip away
from the rim of the cup,
slide along the edges of ice,
tumble into blades of grass,
roll with the flowers,
soar beyond the reach of the sky.

let's find parts of ourselves,
nobody sees, hears or thinks,
burrow deeper into a new skin,
move away from what has been,
crawl into a place, so far away,
the past will never come around.

Jul 2019

Chantell Wild

consequence.

They had taken the bait
and now they waited.
The jury was out on lunch
and she chewed her fingernails
to pass time.
He shifted,
loosened his tie and tried
not to look her in the eye.
One ravenous moment
had devoured a life of maybe's
forced to face some mirror
stand trial, be made to wither
Oh! to have known sweet desire
is to have overthrown
any verdict of denial.