#2018 poems on Hello Poetry

Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018

Chance

I will leave my footprints
on the grains of life
Have the chance to look
back, and smile at success
that walks before as
well as behind me

Dreaming hard! And fuelling my hope! :)I
Ive almost have 80 followers! My heart's going through the roof!
Thank you all so much!

Be back soon!
Lyn ***

#chance #footprints #success #life #beach #dreams #growth #happy #peace #2018

Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018

Growing

Growing old is a blessing,
and can be a surprise but
growing old does not mean

growing up

Because ^ is a choice

You can grow old without growing up, something I'm personally 50-50 about! I want a long and happy life with a trail of accomplishments to loom back on. But I know that I want to full embrace the child in me, too.
You truly are as old as you feel! ^-^

Be back soon!
Lyn ***

#growing #age #old #youth #blessing #happy #choice #difference #2018

cyrene Jun 2018

You

I
never knew you could affect me the most
I
never knew you could be the music to my ears

See?
you don't know these things don't you?

It happens everyday
until one day
it'll ******* away
far away

#hellopoetry #poetry #2018 #teenagers #life

Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018

Lesson Learned #95

In a world purely about survival,
the best revenge I can have is
to live well and succeed

Harsh world but to get back at everyone who has done me wrong, I will live and succeed.

Be back soon!
Lyn ***

#lesson #learned #survive #harsh #world #2018 #class #revenge #livewell

Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018

Lesson Learned #94

Loyalty, a quality that is not
used enough in this day
and age.

People are so **** eager to throw others under the bus when the tough gets going.
They also keep secrets from you. Well, thankfully, I have a small niche of friends I KNOW I can trust.
Oh well, c'est la vie!

Be back soon!
Lyn ***

#lesson #learned #2018 #loyalty #quality #friendships #family #dead #sad #world

Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018

Beauty of *******

"May her ******* satisfy you."

******* were made to feed the
seed that grows in a woman's
womb, born between a couple's
love.

                                                                     When the seed has finally
                                                                      sprouted, they drink the
                                                                      milk of the mother to help
                                                                      their growth.

The beauty of a woman is to carry life
The beauty of *** is to make new life
The beauty of ******* is to strengthen
that life

                                                                          Not for your filthy mind.
                                                                         Why would you hate on a
                                                                          mother strengthening her
                                                                          child?

A life that a man helps to create.

                                Must everything be sexualized?

First off, thank you everyone for liking my poem, They May But They Won't.
I saw it was trending and I was so excited! I literally jumped from having 65 followers to 75! That was crazy! I'm super grateful for the comments and the support! I'm becoming more confident in my skills as a poet, knowing there are such wonderfully supportive people on HelloPoetry! You guys are awesome!

Secondly, this poem is dedicated to an incident I witnessed today. Some teenage boys were mocking a mother for breastfeeding her child. I was so angry but several women and men stood up for her, and the boys were kicked out! I approached the woman and we had a brief conversation about it. I don't get why people hate on such a natural thing. That's what women's ******* are for! You can give a baby formula but nothing beats breast milk! The boys attitude towards it was absolutely disgusting! So ******* are only used to attract and can only be playthings now? Anyone who has that mentality seriously needs to grow up!

I'm a young person with an old-soul. Fitting! ^.^
So, this poem is dedicated to all mothers everywhere, specifically breastfeeding mothers. I know how much of a strain breastfeeding can be (I'm 22 and my mother never lets me live it down loool) but still, people shouldn't be hating on this natural act, just like ***. *** is a beautiful act but in this day and age...you know, I'm not gonna get into this now! Maybe later.

Thank you everyone, really!
I'm super grateful.
Be back soon!
Lyn ***

#2018 #mothers #******* #beauty #love #baby #couples #union #growth #life

Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018

They May But They Won't

They may use you
abuse you
slap you
kick you
shoot you
stab you
curse you
mock you
choke you
tear you

and at times,    defeat you
in that time a   n   d time alone
They may do   all    this because
they know you can reach the
heights, the impossible,
that they can only
dream of
but

they won't      ever destroy
you.    You        know       when to be
a tempest and     when       to be tranquil
You know when     to         be a flicker and
when to                     be                        a flame
When to shake the        earth and to sprout
they may put so much energy to see you
on your knees, vulnerable and weak,
but as long as you continue to
rise to your feet, they will
be blinded by the
light of your
glory.

Feeling a lil optimistic now. You know, I can say that there are ALOT
of people I can list now that really want to see me fail, friend and family.
Shame but at least I know who I can and can't trust. I'm on that level of
consciousness now. This is a poem dedicated to them.
To let them see me down is a victory to them.
But it'll always be hollow because I will have that strength
to get back up again.

If anyone is in need of more fire to their flame, I hope this poem is at least a drop of fuel / a piece of wood.

Be back soon!
Lyn ***

#inspired #strength #battle #they #enemies #family #friends #fire #2018 #elements

Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018

Brittle

The bridge between what I feel
and how is far more brittle
than one would assume

Emotional pain, physical pain, mental pain...
There's such a fine line

#emotional #mental #brittle #afraid #assume #writing #2018 #fears

J B Moore Jun 2018

Similarly Different

She was a free spirit, held captive by the road.
He was a wandering soul, longing for a home.

She had sunlight for hair and the sky in her eyes,
His smile was a fire on a warm summer’s night

She was made of marble, beautiful and tough
He was chisled in the rock which made him strong and rough

They were two sides of the same silver coin
Two parallel lines destined never to join.

She was a free spirit, he was a wandering soul
Similarly different pieces, longing to be whole.

6/2/18

#similar #different #2018 #love #lost #alone #metaphor

Lyn-Purcell May 2018

Rose-bound

My soul is cast
eternally rose-bound

Chained to the one flower
that will ne'er wither

As I am in the world
of slumber

Awaiting to stir at the touch
of cold glass lips

Influenced by the tale of Sleeping Beauty

Be back soon!
Lyn x

#sleepingbeauty #fairytale #sweet #glass #kiss #flower #rose #wither #2018 #short