The DedPoet Collection - Hello Poetry

Mar 2015

SG Holter

Soil

I've been a construction worker
My entire adult
Life.

Still, I cannot
Seem to rebuild
Her confidence.

I've been a poet for
As long as I can
Remember,

But my encouraging
Hollow-point-words shatter
Against her insecure kevlar.

Suppose all I can be is
Sunlight, water and
Soil.

I'll try that; I've been a
Farmer's boy since
Birth.

Mar 2015

Mark The Vagabond

Driftwood

Everybody aims to be the brightest shooting star
Instead of just the shoddy peace of driftwood that they are.

Mar 2015

Sjr1000

Time

since before I was born I can remember time picking me up and carrying me along in its embrace it held me close never letting me down never stopping along the way sometimes speeding up sometimes slowing down freezing in slow motion moments it has never let me down running on through these presents here Passing here past time's arrow only moving in one direction no instant replays no do overs leaving traces of memories some false some recovered some discovered left with the traces of remorse and guilt in pain to tend along our way
time my sweetest friend and enemy
of endings I have always thought a lot these days these ways these happy unhappy joyful passing passing moments with you I held on tight to your impartial embrace knowing full well one day on the ground you will lay me down

Mar 2015

Smoke Scribe

Got 0 followers, but one tongue

Got 0 followers, but one tongue, and that's perfectly ok...

cause I got
two eyes
two nostrils
two hands
two ears
two ventricles

they all
follow me

all riders
on the one tongue
that speaks my piece

that finds poetry
on ***** streets
in closed places
and in the
if's of our lives
that makes writing
in one common tongue
so **** desirable

#got #0 #followers #but #one #tongue #smokescribe

Mar 2015

caroline

at least i got two solid hours of sleep lastnight

my mother keeps telling me
i need to go to bed earlier,
i need to get more sleep,
i have bags under my eyes,
but she doesn't understand that
im not tired, im just in love.

maybe i am a little tired, but it's worth it

Mar 2015

Carrina Hendricks

Enchanted By The Flame

how you caress the flames
burning fingers as you smile
as the tip burns blue
spark of an eye, it sees you
likes the way you hold it
light so enchanting, warmth so surrounding
an all-encompassing pleasure
heart mimicking flame
when skin boils, bones melt
beautiful suffering
as the tip burns blue
eyes gone wild, feet planted firmly
fire, tells tales of running
legs, forgetting it could
every breath, breathing life back into the flame
every heartbeat, earthquake inside
when you caress the flames and your fingers burn
think of release, but stay enchanted

Mar 2015

bobby bielik

MISPLACED LOVE

in your insolent arrogance
Your face is hard as steel
cold and ridged

fallen wings spinning out of control
your words bely the truth
with baseless facts

is obvious in the way you walk
away from me
your lust for the way I sing

we collide against each other
all the while like seas crashing
back and forth

the shoulders I’ve cried on
disturb you like an avalanche
tumbling, unfolding, growing old

you find me reaching out from the debris
of our arguments
but our hands no longer cling

misplaced love is quick-sand
slipping, slipping
please take hold now or we are lost

BB2015

Feb 2015

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Taste of Earth

The mist swirls around us
thickening deep.

wrapped shadows lost in thought
drink one after another earthenpot
dream on imagined wings
puff unseen smokerings
pierce the fox-dark night
in tobacco spark light
voice in stupored half sleep
debt and hardship
despite clayburnt toil
on the redrock soil
the treacherous seed
growing never to need.

The night looms wearily old
when the last man walks away.

My tea tastes bitter bottom cold.

Feb 2015

jeffrey robin

Dying

Till dead

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Our ***** demonic love !

Please !

Bleed

And be gone !

Why stop at near death !

Bleed and be gone

Feb 2015

jeffrey robin

blood of the lamb

In homage to the SHEEPLE

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So

If cutting yourself is an act is symbolic love

( in fake imitation of Christ )

We must conclude that going into

A school and shooting it up

Would be to create an image of

UNIVERSAL LOVE !

( all the souls !

With their lights going out ! )

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BUT

LIKE THE ******* LOVE OF THE ******* POETS

it is only glorified helplessness merging into

The safety of sterilized stupidity

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HELLO POETRY !

brought to shame

By

Demonic cowards and their minions !

Feb 2015

Joe Cole

You Are The Kids

Yes you are the kids
You are the future of poetry
I've had my day
Reveled in the glory
But the Baton must be passed
To you, the young, the beautiful
Who write the words
.And so I fade into glory
My time here is done
I ask the young ones here
To make sure the the flag is flown