Not Governed By Fear - Hello Poetry

Feb 2017

Gidgette

Gimps

All we "writers" "poets"
Walk with a limp
Have a thorn in our side
We're a collective gimp
And in our words, hide
Yet, bare all
Our souls, hearts, scars
Our memories, call
Observationists, we are
Feeling too much,
Feeding on ours, and others, scars
We, are watchers of, life
The good, the bad,
love and strife
We watch the happy, The sad,
All heaven and hell, knows
We're all "mad"
And it shows
Is this bad?
No
It's what we are
We all walk with a limp

#fucktagsiwontusethemagainiswearit

Feb 2017

nivek

the heart of the Universe

Sometimes the mind is lost in the labyrinth
far from love and loves consolation
but the land is still and silent and the sky sits watching
and welcomes the traveller from their toil
-the forever wandering in search of a home
the silence and the silent fused in perpetual embrace
a belonging, a homecoming, a way of being
discovered and rediscovered, the heart of the Universe.

Feb 2017

phil roberts

REST ASSURED

I do not speak in sombre tones
Not for me the gentle echo
Hushing through hallowed halls
I shall growl my way to the grave
Be ****** to the insignificant
And to hell with the indifferent
There are no rules or rulers
There are only fools and foolers

I need no-one else's straight lines
I have imagination enough to swerve
And spite enough to spin
Snapping snarling and seditious
Spitting venomous and vicious
Flamed by the world's injustice
And humanity's indifference
Not until I am dead burned and scattered
Shall I rest assured

By Phil Roberts

This poem was written some time ago but the theme is unchanged.

Feb 2017

L T Winter

Sycophant Phylactery

There's an echo--
Imitation...

Here where empty space lives.

--Breathes.

A shell of a former-anterior me.

Tingled once,
With aspirations until
I retracted into
Siphon-like demons.
Breathing umbilical cords
Casting contagion.

Riposte; for cures
As their existence is fain.
While ignoring there properties.

I've been consuming
Blood from others,
And wearing their husks
Because their personalities
Could-also be mine.

Feb 2017

nivek

depth of depravity

Deep in the cellars where dank slime thrives
all things dark and dreadful;
the creature creeps along on its belly.

A mouth to devour and to condemn;
the howling of a man gone mad.

Face to face with a tortured mind
and a heart shrivelled of love.

Into the depth of depravity
down the steps to bring Adam up
out the dark into light, the God of love.

Feb 2017

Silence Screamz

Mental Grenades

I slowly walk with grenades in each hand,
passed by exploding villages, broken fences
and timeless stances
Laundry stained on lines
doing backyard dances.

Dropped bombs echoing the distance,
around corners, shattering windows,
flashbang, all clear,
bullets fly by barely missing us.

See these grenades, the ones I still hold tight,
wrapped up carefully, I can't unwind,
look at me mental
simple and blind.
I'll pull the silver pins all in due time.

Why do I have to walk alone?
Take a look around this place
and stare into the unknown,
I do not recognize this place at all,
this house of sorrow and senseless cold.

Jan 2017

Mary Alexander

Storm

He was like a thunderstorm.
Not in the usual sense,
With a roaring voice or
Overwhelming showers,
But in the way a thunderstorm
Reminds you of a fireplace
And blankets and smiles.
The way a thunderstorm
Reminds you of home.

#love #storm