#beginner poems on Hello Poetry

Giovanna Jun 2020

In my dream bubble,
all the glee is filterable.
No words said.
The blues with the reds,
on a wide spread.
As the clock strikes my happy hour,
there is a prey of my power.
I stand strong over the killed,
with a thirst unfulfilled.
When I said glee could be sieved,
it was misery I picked.

Do u have a thirst like mine?

#bubble #dreams #power #prey #thirst #lust #poetry #beginner #dark #misery

The War Pen Jun 2020

SING LIKE

To some your voice can melt the ice, to others it bites like mice - slowly not to finish but to entice, I can't advise, all I can do is to **** myself away if am the vice.

I wish I could sing like you - You, you move a down soul new, people like you are few, if only he knew, he wouldn't make the same mistake I did before I grew.

You want me to sing?, In B-flat, like what? I only mew like a cat, I sing very low keys always on the ground like a mat, I usually ask myself - my talent, where are you at?, It always answers - just don't excite yourself - cause that which you desire, are nothing like that.
Instead of singing Maybe I will play dart, or *** for ****, like Tom and Jerry the Rat.

The War Pen!

#music #sing #firstpoem #beginner #warpen #talent

Kinty May 2020

The Hillclimb

It was as if a normal day,
Until you decided to come this way
Invited me with open arms,
“Never will we be apart.” You said.
It was as if I wasn’t nervous,
Held your hand, locked it on purpose
—We started this hillclimb.
It was as if we were Jack and Jill,
Just that we weren’t rolling down this hill,
The darkness was overwhelming
And the silence deafening
But I knew everything was fine
Because you are with me,
Because our hands our locked tight.
But when the angry storm came through,
Your fear overpowered you.
You left me alone on this journey,
You made your way out.
That’s when I knew,
The person you started the journey with
doesn’t always end up with you.

One of my first poems.

#jackandjill #poem #shortpoem #poetry #beginner #metaphor #heartbreak #losing #loss #lonely

Giovanna May 2020

The Moon and The Night

I start with my poem,
when I am down with jeroboam.
I'll simply tell of the frame.
Down the river, the moon, the night with a restricted name.
As the hour of darkness approaches,
the moonlight encroaches.
Flopped under the cloudless skies,
far away an owl cries.
I call it a night,
when the extinguished darkness arise.

This is the poem I wrote for my family. This signifies their position in my life. The darkness symbolizes adversities and moonlight their love and support.
The end is melancholic. As it ends leaving me alone with my adversities.

#poetry #love #family #beginner #random #hellopoetry

Ishudhi Dahal Apr 2020

Digging the future

A 18 year young boy ,
In front of mass he stills feel shy
But,
he’s digging the future
he’s digging the future for his life
So can make future of his wife child bright

( In this jeopardized situation )x2
In future he is aiming for mansion
Aiming to do sth for nation
Hoping for well utilization of his creation
he’s digging the future —

Hoping for sth good
to manage his daily expenses and food
He’s now burning like a wood
By not worrying he’d be coal
By being sure that he’ll reach the goal
he is digging the future !

#beginner