Who Are We? - Hello Poetry

Oct 2014

Ocean Blue

Life

Running on the roof of the world,
Pushing further the limits of the breathing,
Singing and thinking of your smile,
Greeting the idea that you are mine,
Knowing that life is just starting,
Feeling the pulse of your heart,
Being indestructible,
And smiling at tomorrow's sunshine.

Oct 2014

Anand

Because Life goes on... (15W)

Maybe that is why
I don't cry
when to my dear ones
I bid goodbye

can't say if it's poetry, just a passing thought...
I did not cry when my grandparents died.
I bid them farewell, cherishing the memories I shared with them.
Because I believe life is not a destination but a journey. The moment you die, a new journey starts, and this circle continues 'till you are liberated.

Moreover, I have seen people who didn't look after their parents all their lives
but on their demise, during funeral ceremony, they portray a false, insincere display of emotion, shedding crocodile tears.

All you have got is here and now. Live life and love your dear ones to the fullest. :)

#life #goodbye #continuity

Oct 2014

Nithya Venkat

Life

From me to you
You to me
Life goes on
It is not a mystery

From the time
That we are born
We live our lives
Life goes on

Day after day
We live our lives
Do the things that we do
In a routine way

Then all of a sudden
The day arrives
When we have to bid
This world goodbye

The sound is clear
The ring of the death knell
The time has come
To bid fare well

Life has a meaning
We have but one
Let us live our lives
And make it count

#poetry #life #poems

Oct 2014

Dr Strange

Game Over: Death by Depression

Depression ain't no joke ya know
one minute you're fine, the next you're six feet underground
Bet you didn't see that coming
Depression ain't no joke ya know

Then it only gets worse when someone who doesn't even know your pain has the audacity to say,"Get over it"
"Get over it," only if it was the simple
Do you think I enjoy always being sad and confused
Looking at the grounds as if it was the skies above

DEPRESSION AIN'T NO JOKE YA KNOW
Then society never lets you grow from it
No, it must continuously pound you through the ground until your force to submit
Depression ain't no joke ya know

Now you're an angel hanging from a ceiling fan
Only instead of glowing with a smile upon your face and wings on you're back,
You have a look of despair, and tears dripping down your face
Depression ain't no joke ya know

Then you realize it was only dream and you're still alive
Causing you to cry yourself back to sleep
Only to be woken up once more by another bad dream
Depression ain't no joke ya know

No one seems to understand you
Then you become the weird quiet kid in the back of the classroom
One who envy the smiles upon everyone's face
So you put up a fake one just for precautions

Just to seem like you're not the sourpuss in the room
You know the one killing everyone's vibe
Then you try and mingle a little to back it up
But that's always where you go wrong

You just began to stare off into space
By space I mean the worms in the ground
Then you close yours eyes attempting to hide the crimson tears
Your goodbyes have been said mentally

You are now dead but alive
Hoping to be one day resurrected from your own ashes
The game is finally over
And the cause is death by depression

Oct 2014

Kenshō

Heavy

They dart with illusioned purpose,
I alone, am distant and far.

They speak on trivial affairs,
I alone, speak not of the obvious.

They delude intelligence,
I alone, can say no more.

What it is I feel,
Never could be construed.

I can offer no consolation
for those tied and unwilling.

This blind expansion of
unnamable multiverse
weighs heavy, might I say.

.

#life #sadness #death #happiness #society #heavy

Oct 2014

Akira Chinen

Is it too much?

Is it too much? The weight we have to bare
to accept being human, to take in all the bad
while trying to protect what little good we
have left
Is it too hard to accept? All the ugly things
right at our doorstep, all the monsters
looking back from our mirrors
Children shooting children and all the parents
crying a day too late, we should have taught
them better
We should have helped them lift that weight
We could have taught compassion, nobility
and reason, instead we threw out food rather
than feed the hungry, taught hate and fear to
justify war after war
It isn't ****** if you're in uniform, minimal
loses of minimal lives
Is anyone keeping score?
Who can tell me whose god is winning?
Every side praying for better days while refusing
to find a better way
And it is too much and I cannot accept...
The weight isn't crushing me
The monsters don't frighten me
I just can't be human anymore

Oct 2014

LittleFreeBird

A Poet Is

A piece of you
Reflecting back
The bitter words in your mouth
Too raw to speak
A poet is
Someone in pain
And someone in love
Someone who looks at the world
Through a kaleidoscope
Who takes a magnifying glass to each
And every
Word you say
And lets them imprint on their heart
A poet is
A star gazer
A dreamer
A chaser of
The improbable
But hopes anyway
A poet is
Tissue paper skin
A heart of glass
And a soul of titanium

A poet is
A sharp tongue
And a gentle kiss
She is a sob
He is a sigh
A poet is
The sun at midnight
Bright and
Burning
Hot
Alive
But cloaked in a darkness
They cannot shake
The brightest day
And the darkest night
A poet is
The human experience
A paradox
An oxymoron
So complicatedly
Simple

A poet is
A lover
Who refuses
To stop wearing their heart on their sleeve
No matter how much it bleeds
But rolls them up
So you can’t see
The blood stains

A poet
Is Poetry

Oct 2014

Stella

Polar opposites

Drawn I am to you,
unaware of the force
driving us away
is nothing but our own
cataclysmic personalities.

There is a whisper in
the autumn wind.
It calls for you.
While it is freezing here
and all I can feel
is the numbness of limbs.

Like fire and water,
I cannot exist with you;
yet, cannot exist without.

Oct 2014

Stella

I will find you

I will find you.

When you scurry away
into the haunts of
your ravaged mind,
searching for things you never owned.

I will find you.

Amongst heavy crowds
of people, places, promises;
where you blend into
perfectly.

I will find.

You,
your mind,
your broken self,
buried deep within
the place you called home.

Oct 2014

jeffrey robin

footsteps

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Star                ( the dying )
Wisdom is gone

The Porridge tastes good

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We didn't need no Birthright nohow

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In the vast subway station

The homeless ladies

The lover's songs ring hollow

The weeping and moaning over our human toys

Broken in gutters

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Painting pictures of mangled dreams

With our own blood !

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I respect so few people anymore

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Writing love poems to their own image in the mirror !!

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Broken glass memories trying to escape

To find some fresh air

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Oh yeah

We all have had some hurt in love

BIG ******* DEAL !!

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Child in the rain

Poetic images are lost

In the madness of the pain

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Words flow from the master poet

Like we ourselves

Being born in the mind of god

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I wonder if you know

I wonder if you know why you are here