Poet to Poet - Hello Poetry

Oct 2016

spysgrandson

grub worms, grave gravity,
failed romances, the fate of the Great Auk,
a death too young, a silent sacred dance
of butterflies

all flow behind my eyes
song lyrics whose melodies
never quite reach my ears, so
I plop verses on a page

an elder adolescent sage
writing in riddle, sometimes rhyme, committing
the crime of filching grist born of life's abundant mill,
and bastardizing it, carelessly, at will

#writing #self-exploration

Oct 2016

just another shadow

seconds ticked, insight gained

alone with the seconds tapped out by my feet, ticked out by the clock. i wonder if the hands get bored of circles? of turning gears? of being read? do they follow the expectations on them to give the correct time? do they crack under pressure, ticking a few seconds late or a few seconds early? are their poems about their life like poems about mine?

Oct 2016

wordvango

i really don't know why I write

the songs have all been wrote before
the poems all laid down in history
every thought and dream seemingly
has been explored
to the depths
of the last word the last letter
into the bare necessities
into luxury
said much better
sung like it was there
from the beginning
that is what intrigues me
how vast the world of song and art and words
can be
making lives better
better said
touching all is my goal
I fail
but I have to try
and I can't sing
either
on key

Oct 2016

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

Some Poems...

Some poems walk with me,
Some poems simply talk to me,
Some poems reach out to me,
Some poems scream and shout at me,
whilst some poems eventually grow on me.

Some poems slow dance with me,
Some poems enchant me - they are
breathtakingly mesmerising to me,
Some poems captivate me after hijacking me,
Some poems rip my heart out
and break every single piece of me.

Some poems absolutely impress me,
Some poems couldn't care less about me,
Some poems embrace every inch of me,
Some poems share my soul with me.

Some poems inspire me and motivate me,
Some poems **** the very life out of me,
Some poems resonate with every fibre of me,
Some poems switch a little light on for me.

Some poems will forever live inside of me,
Some poems twist themselves and lie to me,
Some poems are open and honest with me,
Some poems...are just like people to me!

By Lady R.F (c)2016

Oct 2016

nivek

For Vicki

I spied Vicki through a crack in the Universe
and I tried to speak through the silence
but Vicki put a finger to my lips
and spoke the one word of reassurance
' love', she said, will take us both into eternal remembrance,
and that small crack in the Universe,
is our eternal moment.

Oct 2016

phil roberts

WORLD WEARY

I am so tired
And it's the kind of tiredness
That no amount of sleep or rest
Can ever cure or ease
World weary is what I am

All my life
For as long as I can remember
I've been fighting for or against
Something
Anything
I only knew the fight

Bodies become battered and broken
And minds become anxious and paranoid
But both of these can be fixed
However
When a soul becomes worn and diminished
Medication does not help

By Phil Roberts