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Zack Ripley Mar 4
The air is cold.
But I don't notice.
Because as I walk across the frozen lake,
I know I can't afford
to make a mistake.
The longer I look
At the fish that swim below,
A feeling grows inside me.
It's not fear.
But fascination.
We always say we wish
Time would slow.
And walking on water
Makes me realize it does.
We just don't notice.
While walking
In husle and bustle
Of a busy market
Do cast your glance  
left and right on the ground
Selling goods
Below your status
They aren't beggars
But people who want
To live with dignity and honour
Buy something from them
If you can afford
To loosen your pocket
Gift to someone that something matters
For human honour and dignity
Not to be tattered
Serendipity Nov 2020
I sit at the edge of the world,
as water falls from the ocean
into the abyss that is the sky
and floats past the stars.

Where I cling to handfuls of dirt
and grass, and the rocks that cling too,
so I do not fly up
and drown in the universe above
and below me.
Naveen Malhotra Sep 2020
Last night
I met God
In my dream
Though brief
I did have
A conversation
I asked Him
How are they
On HelloPoetry
He said
Wonderful people
A few are just
A step below Me
You are on
A wonderful platform
You share
Your grief and ire
They tolerate you
Healing you require
Eliot is gem
Of a person
He created HelloPoetry
You be grateful
Eliot, I am grateful!
Maria Mitea Aug 2020
Thin pale grass
Competing with the
big, strong tree roots
pushed to the surface
from below the ground.

Below the ground
There are reasons.

Heavy clay,
Compacted soil,
Competing
For moisture,
And air,

Below the ground
There are reasons.

Can we cut the
tree roots, or
remove the grass?
and plant a
new garden.

Below the ground
There are reasons.
I wrote this poem long ago. It is about  injustice and inequity in life and nature. And how there are so many hidden things we don’t know ... and still the sun, soil and water is more for the grass, for the many ... for people and not those in power that come and go ... 🙏
Colm Aug 2020
When you grow like a tree over property lines
  And are drawn into a yard unwanting and free
    It’s not the sharpest saw which cuts the deepest ties
      But the quiet in moving away from beneath
We've all been there (at least most of us have). And you learn from it quickly, or slowly if need be. Time passes by, and you grow like trees. Slowly in learning.
Clay Face Mar 2020
The hate you keep inside won’t help you float.
But you cling to it, so below you.

Push it under you, to get above the waves.
But eventually the swell will drag you to hell.

Cling to it so below you.
It’s weight will stretch your arms.
Drag you down.

Down into the undertow. Against progress.
So vile, repugnant and insipid. You rot.
Your fingernails leave scars on hate.
You cling to it so.
But shout opposed to such accusation.

Now low enough the crash of the waves blind you.
Squinting through their spray, you struggle.
Treading in denial as you try to pull your hate to breast.

I’d reach out to you, if your hate wouldn’t drag us down together.
And we’d be clinging to something so below you.
Clay Face Mar 2020
The hate you keep inside won’t help you float.
But you cling to it, so below you.

Push it under you, to get above the waves.
But eventually the swell will drag you to hell.

Cling to it so below you.
It’s weight will stretch your arms.
Drag you down.

Down into the undertow. Against progress.
So vile, repugnant and insipid. You rot.
Your fingernails leave scars on hate.
You cling to it so.
But shout opposed to such accusation.

Now low enough the crash of the waves blind you.
Squinting through their spray, you struggle.
Treading in denial as you try to pull your hate to breast.

I’d reach out to you, if your hate wouldn’t drag us down together.
And we’d be clinging to something so below you.
francine Dec 2019
as above, so below
as good, so evil
as within, so without

is what they say,
contemplating on morals.

they say its the same,
but is it really.

as above, so below
as good, so evil
as within, so without

these aren't the same,
these are opposites.

above isn't the same as below,
good isn't the same as evil,
within isn't the same as without,

they are pure opposites,
and yes,
one could not exist without the other.
just a thing,
Scarlett Apr 2019
greedy fingers
pulling
prodding
taking
throbbing
stolen flesh
beneath fingernails
wounds still fresh
missing entrails
I know you took it
bloodied hands and all
I'll take your limbs
you better learn to crawl


give back my heart.
he who consumes excessive amounts of female flesh, what a sinner indeed.
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