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I wouldn't have changed
Variegated cloaks birth after birth
If I weren't born
The population of the world
Would've been less by one
If I weren't born
An engineer would've been less
If I weren't born
One son would've been less
One husband would've been less
One father would've been less
One brother would've been less
One brother-in-law would've been less
And of course one petty poet on HelloPoetry would've been less
If I weren't born
Would it have been of any consequence?
In this world of 7.9 billion population
Surely of no consequence for them
In the journey of eternal quest of mankind
For me it would've been of infinitely huge consequence
All Is would've been I
I would've been God!
If I weren't born
Simon Mar 29
Truth is in the pleasure...that is consequence.
Testing the limits of your very actions, will give you a literal mind blur!
Your eyes twinkle differently.
They don’t reflect the yellow from the sunflowers nearby
but they seem to adore the tumultuous grey storm on the other side
who knew one so mellow could suddenly harden
maybe it hardened so it didn’t crumble -

but you didn’t realise the nature that surrounded you
a fresh breeze blew over the calm lake
green trees swung beside to provide you with shade
flowers grew alongside, and handed you their delicate seeds
they knew you would care for them even after they grew to become trees -

But you fell in love with the storm.

You became the ocean - almighty powerful, vast and destructive
yet so alone
no one ever saw you
except for bare, faceless rocks
or people who died taking their last hop
you comforted life in your darkest depths
but it never saw the sky above you
and only ever mastered hiding in the comfort of the blue

you didn’t protect the seeds of the flower anymore
those trees were too far away to shade you
the calm breeze was replaced by a violent gale
one that was too quick to move you

you may have progressed into the calm sea that is enjoyed
or you may remain the storm
but the salty sea will never be able to bring back
the sweetness that is gone.
Exploring the multitude of consequences when the lake decides to metamorphose into the sea.
Jason Mar 7
In Soviet Russia,

Consequence face YOU.
Oceans of lusting life tide

Drop of clouds

Rippled show of consequence.
(7_3_7 haiku, 12 words, theme: reflections)
leave me alone with my consequences
leave me alone to clean up my mess
cleaning up my messy consequences
Alistair Nov 2020
𝑰𝒇 𝒘𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒘𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒊𝒆.
𝑰𝒇 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏, 𝒘𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆.
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆,
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆,
𝑾𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.
𝑺𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇,
𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕.
this poem is highly inspired on the OVA from my favorite anime, Attack on Titan entitled No Regrets.
Beckie Davies Nov 2020
She begs him to stop
Her throat raw and aching
She scratches at his face
Her strength rapidly fading

The realisation is sudden
It hits her painfully enhanced
All control is lost
He's the one in command

She automatically retreats
Into the back recesses of her subconsciousness
Her body is no longer hers
She trusted the wrong man and this is the consequence
the consequence of trusting the wrong man
Carmelita Oct 2020
Like night creeping in when close to eve,
Bringing silence, suffocating darkness and a shield for evil deeds
Jealousy seeps in, when no one perceives,
Like a seed bearing fruits of hate and deceit
If not carefully pruned would bring strife,
Nurtured to much would be like a hanging knife.
Allowed to enter the heart it would fester and decay,
Until one day the price one pays.
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