#beat poems on Hello Poetry

Lucrezia M N Mar 2016

Beat

I wanted the dark the afterglow needed,
but that night caught me unawares,
with its black skin
letting go of distances,
showing a heart that knows
the words and the untold,
the sounds can’t be but felt
I could get and save a little beat…

Wit, flair, games played going all out,
talent lit up the eyes of time
because free to be,
fond of listening and give,
homesick and adventurous
bowing to beauty and loneliness,
but art that sweetness,
strength came out of fears.

The afterglow wanted me
to need the dark... and a star.

#love #poem #feelings #poetry #want #dark #black #writing #beat

Viseract Mar 2016

Solo

"At least I have a girlfriend...."
everyone laughs

Yeah I may be going solo
Here's something you should know, though
I had a girlfriend once too
But now I am on my own

"I bet you think you're so hard
Did she get rid of you?
Did you dump her?
Was it because you're a ******
And have nothing better to do?"

everyone laughs again

Nah, I am not *******
I just extinguished the fire I started
Because the stress was killing me
I may be cold sometimes,
But I ain't no beast

I've got a heart too, I guess
Though I wouldn't mind if you were laid to rest
Because if these insults are some form of test
The only thing you're wasting is your breath

"Nah, I'm just showing how much better I am
And how having a girlfriend makes me a man"

Last time I checked, to be a man,
You didn't need
A girl to beat
Do you understand?

"Aw, ******* ****
You're just being a *****
Why don't you just bend over
And go **** on someone's' ****"

A few people shake their heads

I just said I had a girlfriend
What, because I'm single means I'm suddenly gay?
Tell you what mate, I still like girls
Oh, and by the way...

If you don't beat your girlfriend
Why is her face all cuts and bruises?
Did you do it because you're a "man?"
I really hate you losers

Hit a girl for no reason
"Awww it's coz I'm tough"
impersonates drunk, gets a few laughs
It's pronounced "girl" not "punching bag"
Do you want to know what's rough?

"No, what's rough"
Drunken man takes a swing, misses

"My fist"

just something I thought of. don't know why, but probably because of past things I have heard, of girls being beat up by drunks. Not cool

#drunk #gay #relationships #fight #bag #bully #beat #girlfriends #punching #losers

toots Mar 2016

Questions: Unanswered.

Eyes,
Are you gleaming,
Knowing you'll never see him again?

Lips,
Are you smiling,
Knowing I will find someone better?

Heart,
Are you dancing?
Beating again..
After all those times
you've been grounded?

Brain,
Are you with me?
Are you sure you want to hear his question?
Are you sure you're being reasonable this time?

Because I don't want to make the same mistake.
I know,
You did it for the lessons..

But he would never give,
And would only take.

And I'm now sick of anyone's game;
Because it has been too long
And it's getting ****** lame.

#heart #eyes #break #brain #mistake #lips #question #give #take #beat

Trevor Blevins Mar 2016

Kerouac's Birthday, 2016.

Back to when I was so sad, and still am,
Reflecting on Mexico City Blues,
Making time for love and feeling sinful,
Seeing the world turn, and spring coming into view,
Feeling left out when it was the women of my fantasies who were consequential,
Diving into the Ohio River to clear my sinuses and finding only pollution.

Well, the solitude is getting deeper and heavier.

Can't get a **** cheap, meaningless rendezvous, but I know how true dishonest devotion can feel,

And I'm sending in a request for no one's solace or sympathy tonight.

I feel your sermon of restless ambition, I can smell your beer soaked soul, in its elemental glory, on my collar.

Jack Kerouac, in his 94th year, is still bustling and full of life in the retinas of poets and dreamers,

And I won't sell you short,
You're keeping me afloat.

#love #blues #birthday #jazz #beat #kerouac

Joyce Feb 2016

Feels my soul connection

A ring is round
and has no end.
It has no sharp edges.
Nor will it bend.
Love is precious.
It has no limit.
You can reach the top.
And still can't beat it.
Your high is your addiction.
Feeling so confused.
Is it real or is it fiction.
Can you handle my
love affection.
Your heart feels my
soul connection.

Inspired by The Lord of the Rings.
Love that movie.

#love #addiction #precious #beat #limit

Ellie D Jan 2016

Untitled

contemplations of an angsty agnostic
otherwise known as the subtitle to my lengthy biopic
or the fumbling intellectual journey
the endless search to find
the divine reality behind,
to trace, pinpoint exactly what lies
at the center of the cosmos
at the crucified heart of all humankind
some days i feel there is no God
no chance of a higher power
i'm resigned to spewing cliched aphorisms as nihilistic as Schopenhauer
fragmented theories and meditations on life
consuming my thoughts and flooding my mind
ideas tessellate and twist as i'm crumbling, stumbling to try and make sense of all this
i find
the existential condition that burdens the shoulders of the wonder filled kids
from the blinkered blues of the beats
to the hopeful hedonism of the hippies
and the time tick ticks
regardless of the passing ecstasy of our dream-filled kicks
i feel there must be something more than this.
absurdity has the tendency to consume the very core of me
ultimately, does that not make me more free?
like Sisyphus, i stagnate
repetitive routines threaten to enchain me
but i believe i know the path i'm on
and i have to know it will save me
we live in times
of overwhelming, reeling uncertainty
is it true that one day the gleaming, spinning light will find me?

#poetry #life #god #religion #faith #philosophy #beat #camus