Favorite poems - Hello Poetry

Jan 2016

Francie Lynch

So many cars lined up
Along my avenue,
Like ants carrying on
For a feast.
The queen is in state,
Her penant prounouces presense;
The flag promoting reign.
We peons, serfs and minions
Stare vaguely at the floor,
Afraid to look for more.
She rises, head above her throne,
Face on the coinage,
Proclaiming lineage
With treason and conspiracy.
Please don't glance my way.
I've given sacrifices
Of doves and relatives,
All tethered to the rituals.
There is pack position.
Vats of red wine and room for dissent.
We've drowned our children.
You can see the palor in their eyes.

Jan 2016

Karina Norris-Veirs

Just Words

Erotica will never seem so sinful
True love will never be so heartbreakingly beautiful
When two have lain like we have....
We divulged secrets prior to,
All but said it is only you.
Then with a mighty flex of your hand, you took me to new heights
Upon my mind you did expand.
Together we've lain but not like this.
I shall not soon forget.

I want to go again...

Jan 2016

katie

gone

a scientist on the radio
says in three decades
a coastal town will
be submerged in water.
i picture seaside resorts
& promenades absorbed
& know the same fate
awaits this city, as sea
hungrily consumes
coast it looks to us,
our bones, our docks
& ports, parliaments
& courts, our isle added
to a pile of things extinct.
a future where children are
driftwood blown ashore
with foreign tongues
& dreams of sea;
reluctantly coming up
for air jealous of all the
creatures that get to
stay down there.

Jan 2016

nivek

take it as it comes

take it as it comes
rolling down mountains

out the skies
under your feet

all confusion has its place
but you are never lost

someone will always cross your path
and offer a helping hand.

Jan 2016

Dawn King

Inner Phrenic

My poetry is a
Dangerous place to be
I’m so in love with
Your story
I forget all the fragments of me
So I read, and reread
The caverns of the mind
How the vile side winds
Captivating fixations
Tangle and bind
Ferment and remind of
The here and now
As the north winds howl
Futile hush muzzled
Omens from the
Incubus vagrant brow
That follows me
On down to
The mountain edge
The city street hedge
Clock tower ledge
My poetry is a
Dangerous place to be

This poem is an original work by Dawn King and my intellectual property. It must not be copied or used in any writings, publications, photos, or online platforms without my express permission.

Jan 2016

David Ehrgott

Pushed, Shoved And Broken

Please mister
Find me a home
I have me some money
I'll throw you a bone

Please mister
I worked all my life
I had me a place
A place with my wife

Cookie Construction
Tore my home down
They razed it to nothing
Leveled to ground

This city's so crowded
There isn't the room
For someone disabled
Who has paid his dues

Who served for his country
The red, white and blue
We'll give him some money
And throw him his food

We'll move him two counties
It's better for him
Then to let him live where
His life did begin

We'll give him new neighbors
We'll give him new friends
We'll give him a stamp card
To eat with again

Hey, you with the uncle
How come no grin?
I'm too tuckered; tired
For this mess again

Jan 2016

Aztec Warrior

POEM 111

POEM 111*

Sometimes I feel like
I’m in a Nicholas Sparks novel;
one of those deeply romantic
love stories fated to leave tears
contouring your emotions,
and now I am walking alone,
down by this old river,
ear bud melody
of “Sweet Jane,
sweet sweet Jane”
holds my heart
hoping I might find you again.
Could we ever get back home;
dance those back porch dreams,
dive into the clear blue river
holding hands? Laughing?
~~~
“Sweet Jane,
ah, sweet sweet Jane”
you hold the best part of me.

Aztec Warrior 1.10.16

(NOTE: poem inspired by the movie, “Best of Me” and the song “Sweet Jane”, done originally by Lou Reed/Velvet Underground, but covered nicely by the Cowboy Junkies.
Here is the link: https://youtu.be/BHRFZFmEq9o
Hope you enjoy...

never, ever watch a Nicholas Sparks movie alone... and not be able to talk with someone afterword, share coffee and thoughts... maudlin poetry results

Jan 2016

Sharvish Cheekhoory

Poem written by me for the teacher of my sister..

Dear Miss Karine,
I just want to say Thank You!
Thank You!
For everything you dared to go through,
to make me successful,
you will remain in my daily thoughts,
because you're the one,
yes,
you're the one,
who motivates me,
motivates me to bring out the best of myself,
to continue with my hard work,
no matter what says the rest...
I believe that anyone,
yes anyone,
can succeed,
succeed when they have a teacher,
yes a teacher,
not any kind of teacher,
BUT,
One like YOU!
Thank You Miss Karine...
-Yoshika

My sister passed her first national exam and i really think that her teacher has helped her a lot!
Just wrote it in behalf of my sister..
that's why i've written the name of my sister instead of mine...
Hope its enough to say 'Thank you' to her..

Jan 2016

A Lopez

Anecdotal guessing

Em
Pty-
Means
I'm on
E.E.E,
Need a fill
Up please,
Not the watered down
Dreams- Em
Pty- need full,
I'm not a fool
For fools, I'm not
A girl for tools,
Or imaginative planning.
Words mean
So little
Actions are high betting,
Actions mean all
When the words are
Anecdotal guessings.
Show me act-----
Ions-------- I'll show
You my wo-rd-s
By my
Actions!

Jan 2016

chimaera

Atlas (reinvented)

once upon a time,
she alighted
on atlas' shoulder
and softly
told him a story.

as he unfolded
his path going
west, she unfolded
words, tracing the
east, for the sun to rise,

and then she sighed
and he held her, made
her his night sky
- heaviness of light,
folded heart.

29.12.2015
greekmythology.com/Titans/Atlas/atlas.html

Jan 2016

nivek

Drinking to Survive

Weaned on milk
sustained by Tea
pickled with wine.

Dec 2015

Olivia Kent

REBELLIOUS

Won't care,
Can't care,
Whatever you say.
Rebel to the rotten core.
Bad apple.
Fell from the tree.
Pick up your guitar.
Beat it and play.
You,you kick her down.
Up, she jumps.
Stubborn mule.
Shirt thrusts and punchy.
Making a crust.
Rock beats and rivals.
Eternal survivor.
Battle weary.
Wearing storms.
Iron chains.
Stilettos.
Tattoos and diamonds.
She's just earning a lunch.
Living and loving.
Love ever after.
Beaten eggs and memories.
Rotten heart over done.
From the gutter up she leaps.
Darkest secrets always kept.
She's the rebel
Who hasn't got a clue.
Motor mouths and morons.
Knows just what to do.
Long way down the list.
Onwards and upwards with flick of her hips.
Hair long and fluffy curled over her *******.
She'll party forever.
Unstoppable.
Heart strings and catgut.
Eternity's rock chick in the purplest haze.
(c)LIVVI

Dec 2015

niamh

Roar

In poetry I find peace
And a voice that roars