#character poems on Hello Poetry

MindsPalace Oct 2017

I look in the water,
An image staring back at me.
It seems the image knows me better than
I know myself.
I don't know identity,
Just hide it.
No one knows I can't know myself,
They see who I let them see.
"Trust me," the mirror says,
"You'll be… more real."
But I know the mirror
Is just me, but a reflection.
Except
A clean reflection.
Me as I was born, as I will die,
An exact me.
Except
I wish this water would
Show me solutions and not the problem.
But
No one needs to know I looked in the water,
They'll never see what I saw.
The mirror,
It's just for me, it's all my choice.
But
I can't forget I am not who I think.
I can hardly know my deepest self.
The mirror knows:
I am not myself. I am the reflection.

#water #message #mirror #reflection #character #self #hiding #identity #clean #selfimage

Prashant Shaurya Oct 2017

The Underlying

She held a heap of firewood
Atop her tender head
Walking down the narrow road
That led to her hamlet.

That old banyan tree couldn't
Allure her with its shade
Nor the burning sideways
Could force her pace to jade.

No sign of sorrow, grief or pain
As quiet as she could be
Would death alter her calm
Or would it set her free.

Prashant Shaurya © 
All Rights Reserved

#strength #character #resistance #perseverance #hope #poverty

Joseph Miller Sep 2017

Building a Life

Building a life
with courage and care
is a work of art
I'm not done
trying to be
better than I was
I keep going
for the joy of it
I keep going
for the love of it
I'm not done
reaching
for the soul of it

#searchlighton #inspiration #motivation #character #courage #hope #life #selftransformation #hopeful #joy

Gabriel burnS Aug 2017

Lilac [translated from Bulgarian]

You asked to have me too?

I’m a lilac, after all… or were I?
You don’t believe, that until recently
I smelled and bloomed

Greedy hands were reaching out to me
They picked and tore, and took my bloom away
My odor… stolen by the wind

My leaves…
A mist desired them, eyes watering
And so I gave
But to a cloud she ran away
And built a nest from them
My branches…
Caressed by frost-bitten beggar
She too asked to have them
I gave again
She put them to the fire

You asked to have me too?

I’m a lilac, after all… or were I?
Ever seen the aroma and the bloom of sin?

Your eyes perhaps caught too much light or tears?
Are you disappointed; maybe bored? Don’t go.
It seems there’s nothing left for you but you are wrong

Beneath your feet, buried deep within the soil
My root is dwelling waiting for the spring
The last and best of me
I hid and kept it just because
I’m a lilac, after all… or were I?
If you’d like I’ll show you how I used to bloom

Where are you going

Wait

Don’t you want me anymore

Author: Valeri Dimitrov; translation from Bulgarian: Gabriel burnS;
This translation was done with the special permission of the author.

Original poem:

Люляк

И ти ли ме поиска?

Все пак люляк съм. Или пък... бях?
Не вярвяш, че до скоро и ухаех, и цъфтях...

Към мене алчно се протягаха ръцете.
Беряха, късаха... отнесоха ми цветовете.
Уханието ми? Откраднаха го ветровете.

Листата ми?
Поиска ги една мъгла със капещи очи.
Дадох ги.
А тя при облака избяга. С листата ми гнездо си сви.
Клоните ми?
Премръзналата просякиня ги погали.
И тя ме молеше.
Дадох ги.
А тя със клоните ми огън си запáли.

И ти ли ме поиска?

Все пак люляк съм. Или пък... бях?
Виждала ли си разцъфнал и ухаещ грях?

Май нещо свети във очите ти. Сълзиш?
Разочарована? Или си отегчена? Недей да си вървиш!
За тебе нищо не било останало? - Грешиш!

В краката ти, там долу във пръстта,
Коренът ми упорито чака пролетта.
Последното от мен, но най-доброто.
Скрито. Тайно... Пазих го, защото...
Все пак люляк съм. Или пък... бях?
Искаш ли да ти покажа как цъфтях?...

Къде отиваш?
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Чакай!
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Не ме ли искаш вече?... , ,, , ,
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#lilac #translation #tree #blossom #life #character #identity #behavior

Callum Ray Foster Aug 2017

Being different

I see a lot of things people miss,
and am a lot of things;
those people don't see.

...even though sometimes
I want them to.

#illusive #people #things #character #personality #life #ignore #grey #know #known

at Aug 2017

My Name

My name is Yellow.
As in the skin I bare,
and the heart beneath.

Yellow,
like the perfect grades,
and the failing student.

Yellow,
like the title stripped from my father,
and the title he wishes to strip from me.

Yellow,
unlike the parents,
and the silent daughter.

My name is Yellow.
And I am proud.

#asian #character #name #race #confidence

Atlas Jul 2017

Our Relationship

Our relationship was like the part in a movie when two people run towards each other and the main character looks so unbelievably happy and they close their eyes and just as they are about to embrace the other veers right and jumps into the arms of another.

#relationship #onesided #love #gay #lesbian #movie #character #brokenhearted

Mica Kluge Jul 2017

True Depth (10 w)

In a world of puddles,
Dare to be an ocean.

#showerthoughts #challenge #life #10w #10words #character #depth

Salma Elaouni Jun 2017

Fox Phase

She already knows about metaphors
She knows about cliffs and edges
About how much I loved all
She understood the wilderness I don't want tamed
Gets the fire kept for the hurt you have claimed
I'm a runner
Too broken to stay
I'm a hider
Too scared to play
Chase me around the pines
Find me in the dark
Through the eyes that glow beneath the stars
Catch me naked and touch me where I keep my scars
Then Maybe
Just Maybe
You would understand
Like she understood
Or know
Like she knows
Till that, I will run again
Catch another sunset myself
Find another edge, another cliff
Another metaphor
For when you ask me
Like she did
"Why a fox?"
I would say
Like I did
*"I Love Orange"

When you want someone else to see what a friend sees

#foxy #character