#concrete poems on Hello Poetry

From A Heart Sep 2015

Do
  raindrops
    envy tears Because
they glide gently down
cheeks, And aren't falling
onto concrete? Do raindrops
envy tears As they come from
   pure emotion And aren't
        equivalent to vapor?

                                                                                                               Do tears
                                                                                             envy raindrops
                                                                                    Which have no say
                                                                              in their falling And don't
                                                                             have to feel ashamed? Do
                                                                          tears envy raindrops Because
                                                                             they need not feel pain, Or
                                                                                   fear or heartbreak?

#tears #crying #rain #falling #concrete #raindrops

Steele Sep 2015

Fa(l)c(o)n; [Di](v)[(e)s]

I am a falcon for you, my love.
The wren may sing; The lark may try
his hand at the heavens; The dove
may coo, but for you? I will dive
                                steep, like falling,
                                deep, like what's calling
                    me to
                                L
                                  E
                                     A
                                        P through this sky so blue...

                                Weep when we say "I do".

                                          I am a falcon, love,
                                 but I'll D
                                               I
                                                (V)
                                                   E
                                                     only for you.
                                                    If you ask me to; But speak fast.
                                                   The sky's forever far away and above.
                                                          But before my dive takes me past,
                                                           I can say this to you at least; at last,
                                                           My dearest,
                                                           My only,
                                                          The sky's forever far away and above,
                                                          But for me heaven lives in your eyes.
                                                                I saw you and
                                                                                       fell
                                                                                            in
_________________________________________________________

#love #death #concrete #pointless #unsaid

Shawn Sep 2015

A Wasted Heart

Right food forward, left follows
Forth by the gravitational pull of his electric eyes
Like a magnetic force
Drawing me in, attracting me,
Influencing my strings, convincing me
I am still the puppeteer.

My hand slips away from the grasp of my rules
It has become busy
Tangled within bows and gift wrappings

First, my tongue.
It parts my lips, drools at the gleam of the sharp blade,
Then, communication falls.
Second, my ripe cherry of purity.
Naked. Peeled. Devoured.
Finally, the puppeteer demands
Take a sledge hammer to the wall.
Reveal the heart once and for all.
Tear it out. Gift wrap it.

Into the emptiness I plummet
Down into the bowel, through the stomach
****** awake by the sinking feeling
Empty room, all truth revealing

Right foot forward, left follows
Forth by the gravitational pull
left by his hollows
Body trapped in in the lingerings of his magnetic field
His electric gaze the portal
Storing the Love Comedy wielded in Horror

Tear out your heart. Gift wrap it.
Place it into his arms
Watch him drop it.

Mouth gaping. No tongue to speak.
Just eyes watching, from above to the side
Out of body out of my mind

I am the puppeteer who tore out my heart
Gift wrapped it with bows
Hypnotically placed it in his arms of doubt

He dropped it.
Severing me from the gravitational pull
Awakening me from my trance to witness
My heart there
Pulsating
Against the cold. Concrete. Floor.

#love #gravity #doubt #heart #trance #concrete #high #gift #wasted #puppet

Jordan Sterling Aug 2015

Countdown

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Another cummingese piece. This one is a little hard to decipher. Two sides of one relationship.

#poetry #relationship #concrete #crumbling #cummingese

Therese G Aug 2015

a love-hate relationship

Trees are in love with humanity.

they reach out to kiss our heads
with the tips of their browning leaves
while we like a vengeful lover
first kiss back with words
and then cut them down with blades

but someday we too will be cut
from life
and our concrete jungles
will fade into dust

only stumps remain.

Okay. So, I was thinking. What if the school makes me write a stupid poem about the environment right now? And I was like, nuh-uh I am in no way going to write something like "nature is so beautiful, we need it, we should preserve it" kind of crap (Well, this poem is still 50% crap anyway). So, I decided to write a not-so-bad poem about preserving the environment. Namely trees.

#kiss #words #nature #preservation #environment #trees #concrete #blades #stumps #environmentalist

SøułSurvivør Jul 2015

```···♡```song

of the'''··♡
        ''··south''···::''''
''♡''···        ''
''''caught'''···
out of''^^···♡
'',,,'''the corner      ...''···
       ''''··of
                     my eye
'''♡~~,,,
gossiping~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~    ~~~~    ~~~~
through the
                   Spanish moss
the sound
of a
banjo
a
slow
            drawl

                             the moon
                   winked
           o'r the
pond like
the tarnished
sequins
on
Elvis' hips

and
the
         clouds
                        wound out
                                         like
                        the
           curls
    in
a

*southern
belle's

hair

soulsurvivor
first draft 1992
rewritten
(C) 7/19/2015

#moon #night #sky #song #concrete #magical #south

Raghu Menon Jul 2015

Extreme Hot!!

The days are becoming hotter
The sweat does not appear
But form into crystals of salt.
The bitumen laid roads are boiling..
The concrete jungles are oven baked..

For those who are well off,
The air conditioners roar day and night..
Either at home or at office
Or during the transit in the car..

For those who are not so lucky,
They manage it ..
For they have no other choice
Rather than to sweat it out..

Is it the climate change?
Or is it my feeling?
Or both?
Or..
Neither?..

#sweat #change #hot #concrete #jungle #climate

Cori MacNaughton Jul 2015

Harrowing 10w

Driving through Louisville
in a driving rain storm
at dusk

The seventh of seven poems written this morning.

#rain #storm #driving #concrete #scary #monsoon #bridges #louisville #kentucky #nervewracking

NOLWAZI JOUBERT Jun 2015

Opression

Feel like i have fallen under the devil's trap,
Under opression,
And my soul is chained up in manacles.

Trying my best to reach to the world,
But that concrete wall bounces my words back,
the louder i become its like my voice is being lowered.

They say they want the best,
But they never assist me in achieving it,
Just like that novel Animal Farm,
they are Squealer and Napoleon.
Only caring much about the result but not me.

It feels like i am back in the Aparthied era,
And like Nelson Mandela,
My 12 years of learning have just become a 27 years imprisonment.

I feel like i am a murdurer being questioned in the court of law,
I dont know anything about being a lawer nor a police,
But am forced to write reports of why i failed.
Looking at their barbaric faces,
i know how much they will never suport me.

They call a school a place of learning,
but today i saw another story in the system.

#system #concrete #imprisonment #opression #manacles

SøułSurvivør Jun 2015

raining on the sun

it is raining
on the sun . it's       raining
in my heart . the     day i leave
oh precious    one . the day we are
apart . when     it is all over . our new
life has begun . you     will see how i
       love thee . it's raining on the sun
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I tried to make it look like a
raincloud with a heart standing
alone in the rain

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#love #heart #sun #rain #concrete