A Place for Sharing - Hello Poetry

Jan 2

Dr Peter Lim

Language

Language is the mouthpiece of thought
unless it's mastered, all writing turns to nought
ah, sadly, this so many writers forgot!

Jan 2

S R Mats

Onward Through the Darkness

Things could get very dark very quickly
But let's not call for a hearse just yet.

We're on a speeding freight train
Headed for the light at the end

Of a long and dark tunnel
Just keep your eyes on the prize.

We'll soon be blasting through
To the other side!

Jan 1

Bekah Halle

HP Poets All Around the World

I just had a vision;
of all of us @HelloPoetry poets
online around the world, reading and writing poetry.
What do we look like; this precious community?
Are we similar or vastly different?
Tall or small, dark or light, and handsome or indifferent?!

I would love to see, all of us from up high,
flourishing, or anguishing, in our creative drive.
May we collectively motivate one another,
as we strive, applaud as one hovers,
and empathise as one dives,
down, deep low, crash and burns, as we try.

#hppoetry

Jan 1

Bekah Halle

The Hospital Room

"What's your name?"
Rebekah Halle ***
"D.O.B?"
13 November 1XXX
"What are you here for today?:
Eye surgery
'Okay, you're going to feel a freeze go through your veins
and then start to feel very sleepy..."
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.
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I wake to....
Beep,
Beep, beep
Buzz the machines
Whee, whoosh, voodoo
Whirl goes the blood pressure
knock, knock on the door
The nurses peer into check.
Silence, for a sec.
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.
Beep,
Beep, beep
.
And then…
Knock, knock, knock
"Your eyes are looking great,
I'll come back in the morning," Dr Kowal says.
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Beep
Beep, Beep, Beep
I sleep...
.
And then…
Knock, knock, knock
“Do you want your dinner now?!”
Inquires the hospitality staff.
.
.
Darkness strangles light
Again nurses wheel in their trollies…
Volumous voices viscerate silence
All In
the hospital room.

#eyesurgery #beep #vitals #healing

Jan 1

Bekah Halle

Natural beats

Rhythms,
Unashamed sounds,
Playing to the beat of their internal drum,
No fear of questioning,
But unleashing originality as it comes.

#beat #rhythm #poetry

Jan 1

Heixz

Dream

What is a dream?
What does it mean?
Why do i dream?

Those are the questions that i used to asked when i was a child,
Thought they were just fantasy meant to be forgotten the moment i wake up, but now that I'm an adult i still question myself on "What is my Dream"

Was it having a fancy cars?
How about having plenty of girls surrounding you?
Maybe living in a mansion while lying down on a bed of money?
My answer is NO, those things doesn't excite me.

Again a new question appear to my brain "Do i even have a Dream?"
This just came to my mind so I don't know if its considered as a dream.

Does wanting to have a perfect mountain life, watching the sunrise,
seeing my future wife comfortably sleeping in bed, and sipping hot chocolate considered as a dream?
If so I want that.