Poems in the raw - Hello Poetry

Apr 2015

Kill me slowly

you haven't eaten in weeks but food doesn't fill the emptiness you feel inside
and you might as well cut her open and spill her guts because that's as much as your getting out of her..
the tigers in your eyes
have come to pick off the little meat left on your bones
if only you'd just eat something, if only you could scare them away
but your empty and strung out on luck and there aint any fight in you left
so you lay there
and watch them
fill their stomachs and tear apart yours.
your innards stain the grass a deep red like a sad portrait made by an even sadder painter
And
There ****** grins ultimately mean nothing
Because
They don't understand
that

*your bones are just potato chips as they crush them
your heart is just a waste of space
and your ribcage is just a silly hollow little thing..

Apr 2015

BertJane Perez

Garden

In my heart there is a garden
The garden I took so much care of
I dreamed of having simple, beautiful roses
Lovely orchids and colorful tulips

As I grew older my dreams started to change
The garden desired material things
It wanted a lovely fountain in the middle
Sprinklers and cute little gnomes on the side

But as people started visiting my garden
It started to wither as they came and went
I was so busy entertaining others
My garden started to suffer in the process

But once you stepped into my garden it came to life
You repaired every little flaw
You showed me beautiful flowers
But then you left my garden for another...

I'm trying my best to show you I'm happy how things are
But no matter how many flowers I plant
Or fountains I place inside
The only thing I long for is you inside it..

#love #life #pain #flower #garden #you #me #plant

Apr 2015

Born

Stripper at dawn

here your lives at risk
they call you a gold digger
but the bruising winds knows better
bitter cold nights knows better
but what do they know?

Hell always upon us
when will we be spared!
always pondering on the same questions
that brings endless tears and memories
but what do they know?

still doing your best working this **** pole
at dusk we enjoyed blankets
and uncertain meal we never had
but what do they know?

It didn't matter if you ever fell in love with the moon
safe heaven was all you cared about
so you clouded the light that illuminates you
and buried the once beautiful tales
but what do they know?

today I wrote you the stories of dusk
don't be quick to judge
but read and listen
**and you will know

Apr 2015

Jason Cole

Transportation Blues

you can take all your aeroplanes
dump 'em all in the deep blue sea
said you can take all them aeroplanes
dump 'em all in the deep blue sea
say, i don't need no plane to fly me
i got my own smooth pair of wings

you can take all your automobiles
park 'em all in a big green field
said you can take all them automobiles
park 'em all in a big green field
say, i don't need no car to drive me
i got my own cool set of wheels

you can take all of your trains
and run 'em off the track
said you can take all of them trains
just run 'em right off the track
don't need no locomotive engine
i got the blues, i'll blow my stack
(better get back)

This is really a song...gritty 12 bar blues...

#poem #poetry #life #music #me #song #blues #civilization #transportation #anti-technology

Apr 2015

BertJane Perez

We are writers and poets

We are writers and poets who know how to express
We can define our feelings a lot more or a lot less
Why were we cursed with the ability to feel?
The feelings of life that are so painfully real...

We can make music by writing what we desire
Turning simple paper into a passionate fire
We can sway hearts by symbolizing love and creation
Or break another's by turning words into death and temptation

We are the cursed race of scholars who turn words into weapons
We can draw blood with a phrase in a matter of seconds
We are dedicated authors with emotions so heavy
That one word from us that is read or heard can be deadly

Words are our weapons, our friends and our foes
Even a writer or poet has demons that only we know
Each line is a battle and each piece is a war
We are writers and poets and we will write forevermore

#feelings #real #power #writers #poets #we #express #ability

Apr 2015

Maggie Emmett

Seasons of Madness

Dead voices in the head
of a frightened madman

starts humming like electric wires
in wild winter storms.

bursting and cracking like melting ice
in a warm spring thaw

insistent, pollen-drunk bees
buzzing round hot summer hives

grumbling and gathering
swirling eddies of autumn leaves

dancing schizophrenic death
in the breath of city streets.

© M.L.Emmett

#madness #seasons #storms #city #voices

Apr 2015

Christine Shields

Hide the Children

Proponents of the plague
Henchman
Obedient cogs in the endless wheel
Blooddrunk money ******
We feel your oppressive ways
Your boot against our neck
Your hand in our pocket
Your lidless eye on us
Your lash upon our back
Your hunger to enslave the next generation

Hide the Children

Apr 2015

BertJane Perez

One day

One day in Spring I'll be able to see you
Feel the wind blow through my hair
Feel the fresh flowers under my hand
Feel the love I have been missing for so long

One day in Autumn I'll be able to hold you
Feel the leaves fall on my head
Feel the cool breeze tickle my fingers
Feel the warmth of someone special in my arms

One day in Winter I'll be able to be with you
Feel the coldness of the air hit my cheeks
Feel the numbing sensation of snow in my palms
Feel the heat of lust and love together as one

One day in Summer I'll have to say goodbye
Feel the tears slide down my face
Feel the tension in my balled fists
Feel the pain of distance and farewell

One day
If I only had one more day...
I wouldn't feel my heart breaking
I wouldn't feel my heart bleeding
I wouldn't feel my life crumble away

#love #summer #winter #day #you #one #spring #autumn #season #feel

Apr 2015

Jamie King

FAIR AFFAIRS?

In the
jungle of affairs
cheaters run the fastest.
The wind is left flustered.
Dears turn to prey, their
tales are now marred by pain.
The starved and broken pick
away
The pieces of the heart that bleeds in vain,
breeding dismay.
Scarlet footprints on the road to heal again

broken Hearts and healing souls sometimes the healing souls are the heartbreakers
# double entendre # triple entendre

#broken #pain #society #journey #heal #jungles #cheeter

Apr 2015

Tiberias Paulk

Literally

I dreamt the monotony of life as a single moment
and I in my infancy knew of nothing but to retch

Apr 2015

BertJane Perez

I never wanted to leave

I never wanted to leave
The warmth of your arms
The smile in your eyes
The love in your laughter

I never wanted to leave
The softness of your touch
The smell of your hair
The love in your voice

I never wanted to leave
The pain in your heart
The tears on your face
The hurt in your soul

Because I loved you so much
I never wanted to leave.

#love #heart #leave #i #soul #much #you #never #arms #your

Mar 2015

Joshua Haines

Bodies

Everyone sat
criss-cross-applesauce
in our hearts.
Perfume is made
with dead things, right?

I try hard to sound
important,
when I write *******
because
there are bodies
reading this *******.

And bodies grow and wither.
They thrive and survive.
They get married
and die alone.
They die.

To become dead.

Perfume is made
with dead things, right?