Word sanctuary - Hello Poetry

Jun 2019

Samantha

Driving over the hill
With Trance in my ear
Glorious sunlight winks at me
The gentle morning breeze
Gives me a light peck on the cheek
A smile on my face is a natural reaction
I can’t think of any single moment
That has been as perfect as this

Jun 2019

Sonja Benskin Mesher

The Office

I should have replied before, sometimes work takes over, I am preparing an installation for the castle.

At present my office is in the garden.

I will attach a photo, do not take it badly, as we all hope soon, you will be home.

It is warm and sunny, yet the breeze blows nicely, and I can see the mountain from here.

We had a lazy walk along the lane, dusty now in this heat. The dog is slow. I leaned at the bridge while she caught up.

I hope you have a decent view from your window. Do not worry about replying, unless you want.

I hope you are alright today, and that things improve.

Jun 2019

Luna

Poets

How to become a poet:
Let someone rip your soul apart.
And in the need of mending ,
You will replace it with words.

Jun 2019

Jalisa Allycia

Stand Back

When a poet is inspired, you can taste the electricity on their tongue.

#poet #poetry #electricity #tongue #inspired #motivation #jalisaallycia

Jun 2019

shatteredpoet

intricacies

my mind is a maze
and i no longer
wish to find the
exit

#lost #healing #hope #love #poem #space #time

Jun 2019

Amanda Francis

Damage

I fear that I feel too deeply.
When I feel nothing, I feel it completely.

#ptsd #anxiety #mental #health #depression #sensitive

Jun 2019

Nimrod kiptoo

Come

She got lost between the tangled nets of my memory.

#lost #refuge #heart #heartbreak

Jun 2019

Pretend Poetry

They weren´t able to hear me.

It is frustrated to be incapable of finding the words that fit it.
My intimate reflections in a paper had never been written.
My inhuman part could show my empty face.
All I care about it may become a scandal.
So I rarely exposed myself writing atop that.

- A.

Jun 2019

Prerna Singh

Puppet

My puppet
Feeds on Fame
It stammers while remembering
A handful of names
She sleeps with her curtains
Wrapping all her pain
With strings made of nerves
And warm days made of rain

She can control
All her thoughts
And untouched soul
Which remains hidden behind the plot
She is a puppet
And she sees with my eyes
And understands with her brain
And if she speaks of rebellion
She would be abandoned
And killed

She would rather betray her dreams
A character at last
Amongst laughter and tears
She would see them
Cherishing her exploitation
In stories she'd receive no love
And appreciation
Oh but she would live through.
A flood for the emotionless
A puppet.

-Prerna Singh

With strings made of nerves
And warm days made of rain

#dreams #appreciate #theatre #puppet #control #emotions