#calling poems on Hello Poetry

Peter Robert Hamilton Dec 2015

Head starting to hang down
Eyes closing
Drifting away
To slumber
It's calling
But once more
I push
To make sure
I'm creating something new
And not being wasteful with my days
I want to be as creative as possible
Because if i don't create, what's my true purpose as a writer?
I'm here to shake the hourglass, not watch it fill up
I'm here to make the comet deflect in new ways, not let it zoom past me
I got mad respect for people who persist in low strides
So i want to at least have a fraction of their story
Despite it contrasting significantly
I want to subliminally
Blow the world's minds
By writing each line
Feeling so immensely divine
Compact thoughts are now released
Watch averageness decease

#poem #poetry #life #work #creativity #calling #slumber

Steele Nov 2015

Graveyard Calling

It's a futile world that
we're living in, babe.
It's a slow death I'm dying
through living in shame.
It's a broken dream I was sold
in the gutters.
It's the despair in the night time
when I weep for my mother.
The tears that sting me like whips
till I bruise,
broken dreams of tomorrow
choke me like a noose.
And I'm desperate and depressed
and can't fight the pain.
I'm ugly and worn out,
wish somebody would be my *******.
'Cause it's ******* your own when
you can't stand yourself.
Death seems so sweet when
living is such hell.
Who would catch me and save me
and stop me from falling?
Who would stay by my side
when I hear the graveyard calling?

Who would hold the bucket while
my blood drips it full?
Because I'm too weak - corroding
as I wait for love like a fool.
Give me your body just
one more time.
Just a little taste for the memory,
a kiss and I'll be fine.
You're the only one who made me
feel like a figure.
Now I'm just a cipher,
my life's a gun and you're the trigger.
So release yourself and end me
and stop me from falling.
Be the one to turn me to ashes
when I hear the graveyard calling.

When the drugs wear off
and the thrill is gone,
you begin to realise
you can only hide from yourself
for so long.
As life patiently breaks you
with each passing second,
and blinds you with fear
until you've lost all direction.
Death is a quiet street when
from a tower you're falling.
When your screams fall on deaf ears and you feel your soul crawling.
All this time it's me
who they've been ignoring.
I'll have to stand on
my own when I hear the
graveyard calling.

#love #heartbreak #suicide #depression #life #pain #death #tears #calling #graveyard

IsReaL E Summers Nov 2015

lazy-***

I have to ***.

Comfy cats.
^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^

***-***, poo-poo, bog, & me

#the #stop #writing #is #calling #lue

Got Guanxi Oct 2015

Epicentre

Mountains moved with thoughts
We stood still as the land shook
Handshakes won't break our cause
I see through those crimson gloves,
That velvet touch won't fool us all.

We move in crevasses,
We'll never fit into those confined environments
End it all, end it all before the earth rips us apart,
Craters remain where we once stood fingertips glanced, fleeting moments,
Give me one last chance.

We told them we were protected,
Projected on to those fallen walls,
Broken bricks and misplaced concrete tricks,
We're stronger than them all,

We told them we won't fall,
As we looked to the stars,
It was only then we realised our backs were perpendicular to the floor,
Alas, I couldn't wait there anymore - but for you I'd spent eternity beneath those dark clouds amongst strangers and go to war.

Again.

Starting again

#calling #london

Robert Stevenson Oct 2015

Life

The ocean breeze
Goes through my hair
I get a call from my family
Its a scare
I head to the hospital
My father is dead
He says his last words
On his death bed

A story from my life.

#depression #sadness #loss #purpose #calling

CasiDia Sep 2015

sponge

i am
     soft like a
     ***** sponge
     burning soapy water.
         the others were calling
                  i tried to reach you,
                   you told me i should.
                                          but you
                                              never
                                              answered
                                         so i left alone
                                      because i am
                                     soft
                                   and
                                 able.

#***** #burning #soft #calling #able #sponge

Cori MacNaughton Sep 2015

In the Wee Hours

In the wee hours
as the crickets chirp
and frogs and owls converse
a forest symphony
outside my window

I am reminded why I came here
not so long ago
for the glory of the Milky Way
the Moon and all the stars

as far away from light pollution
as we could have come
for the river
for the woods
for the quiet

And on those days when I would trade
our winters for a song
I think of all the years it took
to bring me to this place

I walk the woods in gratitude
for all our many gifts
and think
perhaps
the owls feel the same

I wrote this as I went to bed last night, around 3 AM, and at least three large owls were calling to one another. One was very close, another a bit farther away, and a third I could barely hear; if there were others, they were beyond my range of hearing. The frogs, crickets and other sounds of the woods gave the background for the sound tapestry.

Interestingly, as I finished the poem, the owls apparently moved on, as if they had done their job. ;-) We have a number of different species in our woods, and I'm not certain which these were, but they were clearly larger owls.

Written 28 Sept 2015, All rights reserved.

#woods #night #serenade #forests #singing #calling #conversing #owls #crickets #frogs

Karishma Susan Kurian Jul 2015

Mother's Wisdom

It was lovely,
The sight of a moist skinned sun.
I forgot my illusive state
And found myself harmonized
With the cold but gentle outburst.

It's bewildering,
These droplets so fragile
Yet it calms me down
With its cold and subtle presence.

I must listen,
She says to me
Listen to the rhythm
The ringing of the earth.

She wants to tell me,
It's growing faster than time
Life, in all its chaos
It's growing.

I try to capture her
But she dissolves
Dissolves into my hands ,
Into the earth
Then she disappears.
Nothing, ceases.

Heavily, she pours down
Touches and strokes me.
In her cloudy armour
She gives me shelter
Over my meagre posture.
Washes away my desolute land
Embraces me
Devours me
Smell of wet earth.

Now I long to touch you,
Keep you caged.
But you! my Mother,
You teach me
The earth ,your child,
Life transcends
Life evolves
Life. It changes.
And I must just remain,
Remain as it is.

#rain #mother #present #wisdom #monsoon #calling

Arcassin B Jun 2015

"Call You"

By Arcassin Burnham

Steady winning with sin,
Paper makes love to the pen,
Give them all my condolences,
The man just saw his end,
Flashed before his eyes,
It just came as a surprise,
Not one but two loose ties,
I swear the devil lies,
About the choice to choose or decide,
What do they call you?
Savior or a man with lost virtue,
Your a higher power not a cartoon,
And those predict the most,
But what is it to you,
In a cage controlling your actions,
Laws can make transactions,
The World is just a big fraction,
Ready to be solved,
Can you determine what happens?

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#love #poetry #desperation #calling #episode

PrttyBrd May 2015

In Dreams They Come

Visions of a backlit childhood
Of golden-haired halos and shadowed eyes
Slideshow in flashes of painful yesterdays
For those still unfamiliar
Longing to hold the child as he cries
Those tears cannot fall in confusion's void
And fear darkens all roads 'can be seen
Still here, in their nightmare,
Like it was my own
Is a truth told in smiles and jellybeans
Long since gone away

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#dreams #nightmares #kindred #spirits #calling #visions #seeingeye