Of life and love - Hello Poetry

May 2014

Sjr1000

I'm a dead man walking
dead man talking
dead man running to his grave.
I would have stayed if I wasn't so afraid
adding and subtracting
all the mistakes I have made.

I never could have stayed
it never would have worked out that way.
In the end was that last smile
and saying,
"I'll see you down the road after a while."

I'm a dead man walking
a dead man talking
a dead man running towards my grave.

My crimes
they have been small
mostly involving
self harm
The self-inflicted wounds
are stings that last the longest time.

I'm a dead man walking
a dead man laughing
a dead man running towards my grave.

I have always tried my best
to be as loving as I can
little acts of kindness
now and then
Even have submerged myself
in others
talking their pain

I'm a dead man walking
a dead man falling
a dead man running to my grave.

Many small crimes
many petty misdeameanors
never meant to hurt you
only wanted to touch you
but all these judgments
all this self-incrimination
can't be undone

Too many
justifications, rationalizations,
too many words to say
too much water? the bridge has washed away
I don't think I could ever explain

Even for a dead man running
let's just say
"one touch on the hand
and
I'll be on my way."

May 2014

SG Holter

Highku

Every poem I write
Is a baby.
Sometimes they're not as
Pretty as the lil'uns of
Our kind,
But loved none the less.

And they grow
Shorter
Smaller
Inwards; the opposite
Of a
Child's ways.

There are worlds
Within
Space.

May 2014

Meenu Syriac

Under the moonlight

As the stars resume their place in the night sky,
And as the warm breeze of a small town spring take its course.
As birds of the night come out and sing their song
And as the quietness of the evening takes us along,
I will sit with you here under the moonlight.
We'll listen to the music of our hearts,
Let our minds entwine and surrender.
Maybe see our dreams play its role,
Maybe tonight,
We'll stare into each other's soul.

May 2014

Meenu Syriac

Starlight

You're a starlight I caught myself gazing at,
I can paint you with colors of the night.
Looking out the window
You're that star in the sky
That shines the brightest.
So elegant, I can see your slight twinkle
Like you're doing your own dance.
I can almost see it now,
How when I see you,
My self, deep inside
All I want to do
Is join you in that dance.
Behind these walls I'll stay
And fall into this trance .
I'll gaze at you and weep
My soul is trapped,
No wings of freedom
No joy to make me leap.
With every passing moment
I paint you with the colors of the night.
I know every star that adorns the sky
Every diamond that dots the nightscape.
But in this cage I'll sit and watch
You're the one star I wish upon,
Every night.

I don't know what's with me and the night sky today.

#stargazing #caged #nightscape #wishinguponastar

May 2014

Amitav Radiance

Honey Bee

The honey bee, drunk on nectar
Does a Waggle Dance!
You can’t separate the ‘Bee’ from ‘Honey’*

© Amitav (Radiance)

May 2014

calpurnia mockingbird

The troll.

Do not poke the sleeping beast
that hides behind another's mask
his words not written to inspire
but to wound and belittle.
He crows for attention,
this loathesome creature,
with boundless ego
and tongue firmly
rotting in pustuled cheek
he will not be the thief of confidence
he will not be the silencer of hope
for he is the keeper of bitter misery
the captain of a sinking ship
not one will touch his heart
as it sits within it's cavern of disdain.

May 2014

rained-on parade

Lessons about love

From you I learnt
that true love was
and endless cycle
of hello and good night.

Yet you and I
were stuck in a vortex
of stay and goodbye.

May blues. Memory traps.
Blank, blank.

"Go ahead and go."

May 2014

Carl Joseph Roberts

He Has Now Become A Man

He Has Now Become A Man

My Son has grown into a man
And I am proud of what I see
He gives himself to others
When others are in need

Shows compassion for his fellow man
And has a soul that is so true
Is not afraid to open up
Or to share his heart with you

My son has wisdom beyond his age
Seems to know what to say and do
Wont give the answer that you want
But the one that is right for you

He will stand his ground to do what's right
Or lead a group and make a stand
And that's how I know the boy that was
Has now become a man

For Kylor J. Roberts
"I Love you son, Dad"

I watch as he gives himself to others with no reward to himself other thn the knowledge that he is helping somone else. I realize I have helped raise a boy into a man. A proud father and a great young man.

May 2014

JSL

Tick Tock The Blood Clock

I am going to be leaving you in about 2 months.
And oh, how I cant wait for the sort of poems I'll write.

I've started bleeding. but even before this.

#love #leave #goodbye #ending

May 2014

nivek

Showered

not a ripple
a stir
all lays washed
and towelled
a world about to shake
droplets
out her hair