Poetic paintings - Hello Poetry

Feb 2018

Gorgeous is the woman
with storms in her eyes,
a bruised soul
and many scars
but still dares to open up,
to trust with her heart
and fall in love
that is a woman
who bleeds stardust
and cries
tears of pure love….

This is dedicated to a really sweet person that I know, who has no idea how strong she actually is.
Sweetie, you shine, keep shining!!

Jan 2018

Anya

3561 Miles

You’re 3561 miles away from me now
Many people will ask how you got there
More people will ask why you didn’t tell
Because you’re 3561 miles away and I’m not entirely sure I can keep this quiet

Mile 1 was all those days you thought you couldn’t go on
The days where your world was ending and no one saw
The days when everything you loved was lost
So you’re 3561 miles away to keep those memories from rising up

Mile 147 was spent in the hospital
Because you couldn’t handle the pain anymore
You tried to get rid of it yourself
Well they thought you were crazy and they sent you away
So now you’re 3561 miles from all the people who think you’re insane

Mile 836 you were struggling to stay alive
You went through with something when you knew the odds were against you
You didn’t care anymore because life was enough trouble already
But now you’re 3561 miles away because you survived

Mile 2451 you thought up this crazy plan to get rid of everyone
You figured people had enough of you anyway so why not leave
You thought no one loved you and no one cared
Well you thought wrong because I’m still here
But you’re 3561 miles away and I can’t even show you how much I care

Mile 2915 and you’re counting down the days until you’re free
Because you’ll be an adult in six days but that doesn’t matter anymore
You’ll be gone before your birthday comes
And your memory gone faster than that
So now you’re 3561 miles away and can’t remember a **** thing

Mile 3428 and you’re starting to forget everyone you’re leaving behind
You look forward to the new life you’ll have
To all the new people you’ll meet and all the lies you’ll make up about your past
You’ll think of a new name and a new person to embody
And now you’re 3561 miles away from who you were

Mile 3557 you’re almost there
Tossing and turning in the little sleep you get
Overthinking this plan already but there’s no time to change now
You still haven’t told anyone you’re leaving
And you sure as hell haven’t said any goodbyes
You’re 3561 miles away and you didn’t have the decency to tell me you were gone

Mile 3561-this is it
This is where your new life begins
This is where you can forget everything and move on
Forget the ones who’ve cared forget the memories you’ve made
But there will be a day that all the pain swells up and bursts at your seams
Because you’re 3561 miles away and nothing will ever be the same.

-To the one person I’ve cared about the most. 11/5/2017

This is a very personal poem that I wrote. It is about a dear friend of mine that moved away without even telling me she was leaving. It's about the days and months leading up to her move, because deep down I know exactly why she did it and somehow I still don't completely forgive her.

Jan 2018

Floating Spaceman

Walls

What is love if not breaking down walls,
The wall of trust,
The wall of insecurities,
The wall of self.

What is love if not giving,
A piece of yourself,
A piece of your heart,
A piece of your soul.

What is love if not sacrifice,
The sacrifice of time,
The sacrifice of dedication,
The sacrifice of ego.

What is love if not showing weakness,
To have your heart laid out on the table,
Entrusting your insecurities to a stranger,
To have your soul attached to another.

What is love if not all this and more.

#love

Jan 2018

girl diffused

Memento

Here's what I'll collect of us:
1. Your hand holding my nine year old one,
2. small and uncertain
3. small and growing
4. You waking up before the rest of the world
5. The sound of you raking fallen brittle palm fronds and leaves
6. Feeding the dogs
7. Turning the cornmeal for them in the massive ***
8. Your rare smiles
9. The smell of Old Spice
10. Filling the shopping cart with whatever I wanted
11. My too-tiny hands clasping about the cart and pushing it along with you
12. Us scouring the aisles for Eggo's waffles and my favorite brand of banana chips
13. My nine year old self sitting on your lap while you dozed off
14. Our conversations about politics and the current state of the world
15. Our long conversations
16. Our long conversations about your youth
17. Me hearing your story about how you cared for yourself from 15 years old for the 105th time
18. Me never getting tired of hearing about that story
19. Your rare smiles reaching your eyes
20. The softness of your hair as I stroke your head now
21. Sitting by your bedside and being comforted by your soft breath as you sleep
22. Sitting by your bedside remembering my childhood with you
23. The long summers in your house with grandma and my cousin
24. The long summers in your house on the island
25. The long summers back home--back in your home country
26. Your hand holding my nine year old one,
27. small and uncertain
28. small and growing
29. You waking up before the rest of the world
30. You going to sleep after everyone else
31. Your hand holding mine.
32. Your breath.
33. The softness and steadiness of your breath.

A list poem dedicated to my 90-year-old grandfather as he battles prostate cancer. I love him and respect him with all my heart. There are so many other memories that I will cherish and hold onto, like most recently, my trip with him to Niagara Falls. These are just a few that I can fondly recall from childhood. He's essentially the father I never had.

#poetry #list #grief #memories #reminiscing #reminisce

Dec 2017

Cné

O Painter

~
O Painter
with thy own eye
                        would thee
paint me in mine own natural hue
prithee paint me as i am,
imperfections
            and blemishes true

Load thy brush
                      with colors sundry
to maketh yond first pure sweep
across the ****** frieze,
fill'd with pangs of hunger.
paint me as i standeth
                  bethought, in deep

With mine own love and mine own desire,
blurring the edges unclean
with mine own regrets
                  and mine own mental gyre,
in mine own natural age,
               of deep forest green

O Painter
Paint me sinister turquoise,
in lavender and maroon,
combine the amethyst and amber
blend the iceberg
       and the indigo moon.

Paint me as i standeth,
       prithee see with thy eye
a mistress in yond lady plight
Prithee paint me all i am
i cullionly
a mistress in all yond lady might

Paint me in the optimistic
                             silv'r of dawn,
but don’t miss the purple
to shade the bruise
                              of the bygone.
paint me in the sky blue journal

O Painter
Paint me as a unique template
smudge black white and grizzled
merging all the colors of thy palette.
col'r me a rainbow
                            in a rainy drizzle

Paint me tall so yond i standeth
loftier than any mountain
Paint me as a dram bird, delicate
with soft feathers silken

Paint me harmony, as a violin
so yond i can sing thy solitary tune
paint me as thy poetry
         with song and melody
wrapp'd in a cocoon

O Painter
paint me as a dream yond rises
                               in did saturate colors
with a steady upbeat flight awry
tint, a fluttering
             of a quite quaint butterfly

Portray me with endurance
imbue so bold and bright
doth not hesitate
                to depict mine own mind
in profound fuchsia and white.

Useth the colors yond thee would borrow
Thy palette not yet exsufflicate
Paint mine own loss and mine own sorrow
in search of a shade so ******

Adorn mine own heart in glowing garnet
at which hour thee paint mine own love
add a true broken blue shade
of the cloud and the rain above;

Study mine own dry sorrow
                              in mine own soul
useth any shade thee plaited
soften the edges of control
in a tinge of xanthene.

O Painter
Prithee paint me
Mine own passion and mine own spirit
shall has't a crimson r'd hint
mine own remorse and mine own regret
shall reflect an ink stain print

Paint me in mine own eye so true
O Painter
but add a dash of courage too
~

When I paint, I’m never quite satisfied as I see all my mistakes, blemishes and colors not quite right. I tend to keep painting to try and get it all right. At some point, I arrive with the conclusion, if I keep going I’m going to mess it up. I stand across the room and, it’s then that I’m amazed at what I have created. I like to think that I’m seen in the same way by my creator.

#paint #self #flaws #blemishes #shakespearean

Dec 2017

Anya

Misplaced Trust

I've found that makeup can cover the bruises just as well as it can disguise an ugly face.
I've learned that people aren't always kind and the world is a pretty ****** up place.
I've been told that you love me but I can't see past the fists flying toward my face.
I've seen the way you look into my eyes when you're sober and I feel the way my heart aches when you do.

I don't understand how "I love you" turns into "Shut up" so quickly
The love was there but it left when I decided to walk out the door.
You pushed me away and I finally chose to leave.
I got tired of all the lies and the punches thrown in my direction.

The bruises have faded away and I'm able to feel more than just oppressed.
I've grown stronger and I've learned that I am more than your hurtful words.

someone make a title for this

Nov 2017

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Sheets of Drizzle

In the sheets of drizzle below the autumn cloud
eyes beaming with the glow of love
wave at the receding figure
to the farthest visibility.

The man leashed to the cubicle with the screen
would think of those faces
when the day is at its broadest invitation
and light like the luminous ether
fills every dark pocket of the land
listening to the rhyme of the clock
from his abyss of ratios and rates
while the vagabond clouds come together
and break apart in the game of revealing blue
painting new faces and waving hands
on the landscape of the gate
up to the farthest turn
in the sheets of drizzle
beneath the autumn clouds.