NYC - Hello Poetry

Feb 2015

Analise Quinn

When I Die (Haiku #4)

I hope they find me
Surrounded by poems that
Are yet unfinished.

#haiku #death #poems #unfinished

Feb 2015

Maha Salman

Untitled

Sometimes I wonder
That if my heart keeps breaking
Why should it still be beating?

Feb 2015

mvssbecvming

Eleventh Ten Word Story

I wish you'd hold me even when I push back.

i feel like we're just a happening of circumstances

#word #story #ten

Feb 2015

FallenAngel93

Mirror, Mirror..

Mirror, Mirror, on my wall,
I just want to be thin, pretty, and tall.

Mirror, Mirror, if I change my hair
Maybe someone will start to care.

Mirror, Mirror, If I starve myself,
at least I'll be beautiful, forget my health.

Mirror, Mirror, If I cut my wrist,
will I feel like I exist.

Mirror, Mirror, Don't you see?
what you show, is ruining me..

Feb 2015

epictails

Dance, Dance

The moon illuminated her
as she flowed with the rhythm
of the shadows

She cascaded her body
with a passion
she only knew too well

Her desolation slowly adrift
with each flying second
all consumed in a beautiful madness

No one would glimpse of
the illusion she brought to life

No one would hear
of the music she sought

No one would believe
a woman free in her own course

A woman dispossessed
by the eyes of an audience

A woman left to her dreams
as if she was insignificant

But she danced
despite the crowd telling her to stop

But she danced
despite being burned and bruised
for the fantasies she loved
before anything else in the world

Title inspired by Haruki Murakami's book of the same name. Although I haven't read it even once. Hahaha no idea if my poem is even remotely similar to the book all I know is that the namesake is catchy. :))

#love #dance #passion #dreams

Feb 2015

Sarah Spang

Someday, My Hurt Will Mark You.

Someday, one day, far from now
My hurt will mark your crease-less brow
My face will flit throughout your thoughts
And you will feel me- know my loss.

You'll catch your breath and wonder why
Your sightless eyes will search the sky
And precious lips will part and say
A name the wind will brush away.

No answers in the endless blue
You'll close your eyes, accept the truth:
I'm no where now, and everywhere
I saturate the very air.

Moments, seconds, memories
In grass beneath the swaying trees..
You'll see our forms; together then
Will never touch or feel again.

Someday, one day, far from now
My absent hurt will mark your brow
My face will flit throughout your thoughts
And you will feel me- know your loss.