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 Feb 2016 poetryfree
Kim Elaydo
love when you are ready —
not when you are lonely
just a lil tip and reminder to every heart
 Feb 2016 poetryfree
Got Guanxi
I bet you wouldn't put those tattoos on your gravestone

Not that's it's any of my business,
But you look like an idiot,

And I heard you say that girls name and it ain't the same as the one on your neck as your necking today,

Is it mate,

And I don't mean to come across boring,
But I'm sure your mothers name ain't Tory either.

Necks covered in angel wings,
and misdemeanours;
I hope there's someone watching over you to see you make those mistakes.

It looks pretty cool though - make no mistakes.

But I can see through your thick rimmed spectacles.

Making a spectacle of yourself when you can clearly see.

A small package bugling through your skinny jeans
And of course Dr Martens,

And a quiff that's bleached.

Farewell flower child,
Don't look so amazed and glare,
When people stare at you and your down right ridiculous tattoos,

On the platform after me that's a par for you,

I was only passing through,
With naked skin,
Untouched by ink.

You would think I didn't want to leave a mark in this world were in.
London Underground
 Feb 2016 poetryfree
One and Only
I feel so happy,
Light-hearted and free
Of all the things this was one,
Very much I thought might not be.
Each moment I remember, each second I recall.
You were there standing in the midst of it all.
Oh, joy my King sing me that song.
Under which I fell,
Much a victim to your spell.
2/12/2016 :) Happy me and happy you.
 Feb 2016 poetryfree
nobody
Closed eyes
Open a dark secret space
Moments go by, and
You've forgotten to breathe again.
You're trying too hard again.
Your fears are blinding you
From the light life around you

Remember the things you've forgotten
You couldn't forget their haunting
If you neglect them
You'll grow weaker (they'll win)
If you forget them
You'll only move slower (now run)

All your dreams you wish would be
They could free you from this reality, but
You've forgotten to breathe again.
You're trying too hard again.
If only you could see
You don't have to change a thing

Your fears are binding you
If only you would drop that pack
You wouldn't have to panic
If you neglect them
You'll grow stronger (you'll win)
If you forget them
You'll move faster (now run)

Just breathe the light life around you
Just see the truth that is you

- Gloraeanna


©Light Life by Gloraeanna
Shared on Hello Poetry
on February 12, 2016
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I closed my eyes today to try and calm downbut I noticed I wasn't breathing. I was stressing out about some things. Once I drew my next breath it felt as if I could feel all the air in the whole room. I felt like I was in a pool of thick water. I'm guessing this sensation came because of the release of stress and the new oxygen released into my blood, but it was such I beautiful feeling. This poem doesn't do it justice, but it was the best I could do...
 Feb 2016 poetryfree
Cat Fiske
I have read so many wonderful poems,
haiku's, 10 words, so many more, and none are alike!
But we tend to forget about spoken word poems,
Hello Poetry, can you make it possible to share our spoken words as well as our massive pile on's of endless poetry. Spoken Words would add to the sight, and only make it better.
I wish I could also Use Hellopoetry on my mobile phone, in an app,
I'm not sure about anyone else, but that would maybe add to HP

Please consider what I've had to say, c:
Please send repost like and share and comment anything else you think the sight needs since it's growing in great ways. Please share and like if you agree c:
 Feb 2016 poetryfree
belbere
i have known nights
where men walk the sun
and the stars count people

sheep huddle together
in grassy fields
dreaming
of fences
worn down

see, the funny thing
about nights is
at some point
you can’t tell the difference
between the first
and the last

(And hey,
****** ******
The cat’s lost his fiddle
Orion’s got a belt
Round his neck)

the lass
on the moon
plucks planets
from the blue
and decorates
the tangles in
her hair

see, the funny thing
about dreaming is
at some point
you can’t tell the difference
between what hurts
and what doesn’t

(The cat’s started drinking
Orion’s stopped thinking)

dawn
decides to sleep in
for just
another hour
or two

see, the funny thing
about nights is
i have always known them
but know nothing
of you

(And the fiddle has gone out of tune).
love to miri and loor for helping me out
 Feb 2016 poetryfree
dravenstorm
Warm Winds, Cold Sky's
In A Tree House Forbidden
In The Lonely Forest Of
The Weeping Souls.
Where Only
Unicorns And Fairy's Exist.

Extemporize Frabicatedly.
This World He Exists In
Was Told To
Be Abandoned,
No Other Life Form
Exists There. But He,
He Chose To Take
The Risk And Go Anyway,

Hoping She'd Follow Him.

At The Blue Ocean,
She Fell Asleep.
While Her Soul Swam With
The Loneliest Whales
In The Ocean.

He Searched For Her,
He Never Found Her.

— The End —