A Place for Sharing - Hello Poetry

Aug 5

Shambhavi Sahay

The Reverse of Dust of Snow (inspired by Robert Frost)

I walked through woods all dressed in white,
With dust of snow , my wounds felt light.
A crow appeared in falling snow,
Its silence chilled my heart below.
It perched upon a hemlock bare,
And all my hopes dissolved in air.
Beneath its gaze, so cold and free,
I found myself , dead, beneath the tree.

This poem is exactly the reverse of Sir Robert Frost's work Dust of Snow while in the negativity a dust of snow sparked hopes in him but for me when i was fulled with hopes something happened and i lost hopes in almost everything😔

#hopes #stress #difficultsituations #robertfrost #inspiration #sadness #death

Aug 5

Lori Jones McCaffery

PHANTASM

I found her in the vapor of a summer dream
She was standing in the door to Paradise
When I asked if I could see her in the sunlight
Her laughter matched the sparkle in her eyes.

Her smile was like a sunlit pond at twilight.
Her eyes resembled sapphires at high noon.
Her hair was like a swirling touch of midnight.
Her voice as sweet as birdsong heard in June.

Her appearance gave me cause to stop and wonder
If who I saw was really standing there
Or was it just my wild imagination
Creating loveliness from smokey Summer air.

I crept a careful step or two towards her
My pulse was pounding madly in my throat
She frowned at me then edged a little backwards-
And suddenly between us was a moat.

There was no bridge or any walkway over.
She was securely on the other side.
It seemed as though she couldn't let me join her
She made that clear no matter what I tried.

I wrote a note of love on parchment paper
And sailed it to her in a little boat
She reached down to fetch it from the water
And read while lumps were forming in my throat

She tucked the folded note into her *****
And wiped a forming teardrop from her eye
She smiled and then she sadly whispered to me
The only word I feared - it was Goodbye.

The moat became a little stream of water
The doorway, two tall Jacaranda trees
The paradise that somehow she had come from
Transformed to smoke, soon taken by the breeze.

And I was left alone to stand and wonder
If everything I’d seen was truly there
Or was this just a middle-aged delusion
Providing me a thrilling tale to share.
ljm

Half finished for several months, it's not the story I started to write but I guess it is the one my pen wanted to tell. I was a big fight and I lost badly. sniff.

Aug 5

irinia

I often

I often forget my name
and do not always
finish my dreams
Every morning I give away
baked bread
in desolate streets
The world has been deserted
for an eternity
Instead of churches I build
a new heart
that has now walls

by Ionut Calota, translated by Lidia Vianu

#poetry

Aug 5

Bekah Halle

Prehistoric Present

This morning
On my way to work,
In a busy part of town,
But not too far from the Australian bush,
Bounced not one, not two
But five, feirce and fury,
High back, red kangaroos.

It was so shocking that I let out a scream!
It felt surreal, like a scene from Spielberg’s “Jurassic Park” in my backyard.
I wonder what will happen tonight
On my way home…

Aug 5

Bekah Halle

My Hallelujah!

As a poet and a believer —
I am a minor player
in a major score:
Hallelujah!

That there's so much more;
More poetry to underscore
More connections to wire galore
More time to forgive and forge
New healing paths
Despite the destruction before the wrath,
Hallelujah!

May I play today
The tune written before the dawn,
So the symphony
Can rise once more
Wrapping us all in love forever more;

Hallelujah!

Thank you, Leonard Cohen, for the tune inspiration and Jesus for the life inspiration.

#hallelujah

Aug 4

Lynn Stillman

Trees

Trees are sentinels.
Watching over all nature.
Giving birds a home.

Aug 4

guy scutellaro

IF

I could see myself as I truly am.
what would I see???

Aug 4

Bipasha Dutt

Dampness

The dampness
of the rainy season
is soaking into
My bones
And
Into my being

#monsoon #rain #season #damp #sad #feelings #emotions

Aug 4

Bekah Halle

Hope shrinking

Overthinking leads to no thinking,
dead thinking or mind shrinking;
Heart-sinking —

So, what's the re-thinking
I need to assimilate, relinking
my spirit, head and heart-syncing?

Poetry mixing?!
Send new neural pathway tricksing,
increasing symbiosis by osmosis,
Boom...Hope winking!

#hope #poetry

Aug 4

Bekah Halle

The ghost of absence

We exist in the world
Of the living;
Living with the ghost of absence —

All the many losses;
We carry them in our breath,
In our bones,
In our eternity of memories
Passed down through generations,
After generation,
After generation —

Losing ourselves
But gaining many losses,
Becoming ghosts of absence —

#absence #loss #death #ghosts #generations

Aug 3

Traveler

The Great Illusion

Have you heard about the great democratic power that’s ready to devour? Looming in every ocean and across every sea. Their military bases pepper the globe like a bad dermatologic disease.
Their basal ******* bow and pray, to the illusion of money made, made out of thin air, truth is, there ain’t no money there!
And their army’s are dwindling as a matter of fact, their societies have grown lazy, crazy and fat.. Not many warriors to fill the void. That’s why their war machine is just a ploy… A rue, an illusion through and through.

Traveler Tim

#traveler #rue #ploy #empire

Aug 3

guy scutellaro

LOVE,

tip toes to an imaginary line
drawn in the sand,
speaks in shadows,

tenderness, raw and sharp.

raised by wolves
she chews to the bone.

kiss the wind
my love is gone.