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Connect the dots of my freckled face
Dismiss the longing to replace
The missing half
Of my constellation skin
Discourse and disgrace
A waste of space
A face
Full of beautiful suns and stars
That never seemed so dull
And the lull of silence
Escaping my lips

Is deafening
YOU
You   are  etched
                      in     my      memory
                        and            burned
    ­                         in          my
                                 Heart
                                    <3
A Kings riches can't compare with the treasure of friends!
This is how I feel about my friends here on Hello Poetry and outside of H.P. too!
Two Beautiful words not often expressed, enough are Thank You
I have found in life that people often forget to say, Thank You ,when someone serves them or helps them in any way. I wish to say Thank You to all my Hello Poetry friends for your wonderful poetry!
Gentle rain wash away sadness and pain, so healing starts
I thought of this poem after being caught in a gentle rain today.
I have known so many people in my life who are hurting
I dedicate this to everyone, who is hurting or have been hurting in the past.
 Jun 2014 Gwen Johnson
Evynne
My eyes are brown like his
My lips full like hers
My nose, a beautiful combination of both
My freckles are permanent unlike theirs which faded as they grew older
But they remind me of a youthful mother and a youthful father
A representation that I am a beautiful result of their once thriving love
A love I thought was indestructible
A love I thought would never die
A commitment I thought was stronger than steel
A commitment I thought would never have an expiration date
If my parents aren't together, how can I be?
Torn in two but left as one

My face,
A living reminder
Of what they
Should be
My favorite poet once said, "I have my fathers eyes and my mothers mouth; on my face they are still together."
 Jun 2014 Gwen Johnson
Elizabeth
I feel trapped by my own thoughts
Unable to express the pain my heart feels
In any other ways beyond anger and tears
I once thought of myself as strong
Until I opened my eyes and realized
It was the heavy shell I carry that
Is strong not I
Even with the realization
I climb deeper into my shell
Scared of what I’ve been hiding from
As if breaking free
Only mean the world I’ve built
Will enviably come crashing down
Like a skyscraper built on uneven ground
Just swaying with the wind
Till one too many birds
Decide to perch on top
Of the seemly sturdy structure
 Jun 2014 Gwen Johnson
antxthesis
Tears filled my eyes as I reminisced on my dream,
I dreamt about you being with someone, other than me.
That was when I realized ..
I was afraid of losing you.
You said you were willing to make us last,
You said you were willing, to forget my past.
But what if ?
What if you look upon someone prettier than I
What if she too, has a “Million dollar smile” ?
What if her hands and legs aren’t scarred?
What if she doesn’t have a broken heart ?
What if she has beautiful legs and ******* ?
What if she’s not a big mess ?
What if she doesn’t look to a blade,
To wipe all her pains away ?
What if her mood doesn’t change ?
What if she has the most beautiful face ?
Flowing hair, a lovely shape ,a  big bottom
And a lovely embrace ?
What if she can give you all that you want
And not necessarily need ?
Just what if ?
Baby boy, I’m afraid of losing you.
 Jun 2014 Gwen Johnson
nivek
bobbing white sail across horizons
summertime travelling on
to new long day tomorrows
evenings stretching-out
Sunsets mingle with  Sunrise
on this seamless summer
Wind and sea calm enough
for white sail and dreamer
 Jun 2014 Gwen Johnson
Ranita
It doesn't matter
If you are alone or not.
You are still lonely.
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