#english poems on Hello Poetry

EK Jun 2018

Words

I tiptoe on definitions,
trusting that
eloquence and versed language
might be enough.

Underneath the sky, love is a language.

No one is fluent,
but words become my way.

It takes time,
and I might stumble.
But love,
listen.

Between lines, I am true.

I am full of intricate detail
that makes no sense
unless you
listen.

-E.K.

#words #love #languages #english #between #the #lines #ek

JULIETLivesROMEODies Jun 2018

Emojis

e·mo·ji

ēˈmōjē

noun
a small digital image or icon used to express an idea, emotion, etc., in electronic communication.

Emojis......
The first I saw one,
You had thanked me for a good deed.

Emojis.....
The second time I saw one,
You had thanked me for a favor.

And these emojis,
Theyre so disorienting
Its a first
A boy sending them

Perhaps I am looking in it too much
Maybe Im looking for something, hoping for anything
Maybe its all in my head

Maybe I want
Something that isnt there
A mystery to pester my brain
An assumption
That may pull me down.

These heart-eyed emojis. It pulls at me.

This school year has just newly started and Ive been real busy. But Im glad to have been able to make a poem again!
06-24-18
// Juliet C. L. Jimenez

#english #emojis #mixedsignals #newclassmates #newschoolyear #firstpoeminalongtimd

Sunflower Jun 2018

How you really feel...

Today in class
We were describing how we’d feel to be trapped at sea
Words like;
- Isolated
- Vulnerable
- Powerless
- Intimidated
- Hopeless
- Alone
I don’t know if it was just me but,
When I said those words
I wasn’t thinking about being trapped at sea
I was describing my everyday struggle
Of being trapped in my mind.

I wrote this ages ago oh my lord.

#english #school #sadness #alone #hurt #sad #cry

SoVi Sep 2018

(ENGLISH VERSION) Bella Noche

A desire to fulfill
Reality was changed
My path is different

But I realize

That on this night
There are only lies
About my dreams

When I wanted to escape
There were no doors
I slept in the darkness

In the beautiful night
I shed my tears

In the beautiful night
My hope left me

In the beautiful night
I lost the laughter, the light, and compassion
My happiness left me

In this world
I did not mean to tell you
That there are no wonders

I did not want to fill you with deception
I wanted to see you happy

In the beautiful night
My tears leave me

In the beautiful night
My smile evades me

In the beautiful night
Depression and anguish returns
Everything bad comes again

In the beautiful night
My fantasy is gone

In the beautiful night
My wishes leave me

In the beautiful night
My youth and hope are dead
Reality is all that's left

The night is full of stars
That fills the sky with little faith
But I know that all of this is a lie
To trap us in a fantasy that has nothing to of life left

When I wanted to escape
My hands raised
Ready to knock down all the walls
I did not want to hurt you
But this is the only way
To escape from this cruel world
I did not want to hurt you
But maybe this is for the best
That you do not remember the truth
From this cruel world
And how did they lied
Filling us with lies

That wishes do come true

The beautiful night is falling
And we are the cause of it
With our hands, we are going to
Shatter it
Burn it
Change it
We will make our reality

In the beautiful night
We are going to gain faith

In the beautiful night
We'll consume the stars

In the beautiful night
We'll be the light that shines for the future
And create fantasies

© Sofia Villagrana 2018

Inspired by the song Ice/Sis Puella Magi from Puella Magi Madoka Magica.

The version of the song used specifically is: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rT0hDTsNais

#inspiredsongpoem #english #translation #puellamagimadokamagica

L Jun 2018

The riddle of my universe

It starts like this:
"Where is my beginning?"
"Is there an end?"
"Where did the maddness
        come from?"
Does the ghost wail for
  itself?
or for
  others?
Who do you wail for.
There are no answers.
Only questions.
What is your answer?
Now tell me your question.
The end is always nigh.
Especially if you are
        planning for it.

Yes. I spelled madness wrong. Its an artistic decision.

#whatareevengoingonrightnow #yes #english #questions #confusion #life #living

The Backstreet Poet Jun 2018

Reciprocus

I've been reminiscing over pictures
of a time I'm missing
strayed so far away I can't
fathom the difference

I'm not dead, I'm alive

six feet under terra firma
that's a fathomable distance
and I could take it further

an unrestrained mind makes
for a quick learner
not all pain is physical
but we've all felt it

that's our reciprocal

life is about coming and going
ebb and flow
a continuous state of reoccurring

rises and falls
trips and stumbles them all

..
"going backwards and forwards"
until my smooth texture
becomes so very porous

#rhyme #latin #rhythm #street #uk #english #hiphop #texture #flow #modern

Grace Ann May 2018

I failed out of college as an English Major

When I find a word I do not know the
Meaning of
I run it over the ever-changing terrain of
my mouth
repeat it with its jagged motions and soft
slopes until it becomes meaningless and
familiar on its roller costar ride of my
tongue
The supervisor releases its safety bar at
my teeth and the word slowly makes his
way out of the vehicle with wobbling legs
over my lips
I hum in pleasure
A new word is a new mystery
A dessert waiting for its purpose of sweet
indulgence to be discovered beneath that
picture perfect guise
My mouth is a fork scooping it up into my
vocal chords making itself known to my
body in a burst of flavor I have never
known before.
And I am in awe of how the linguist like
chefs craft such masterpieces.
When I find a new word I grab a can of
spray paint and graffiti the closest brick
wall in my mind with its shape.
How incredible it is to bring such beauty
to a blank canvas
I learned cursive in the third grade
And I am thankful that these human
hands have the ability to scribe new
vocabulary in more form than one.
To see its beauty in a different font.

--I failed out of college as an English Major

I started college at the age of 16 after graduation high school early. I had said since I was seven that I was going to be a high school English teacher one day. It's funny how things don't always work out the way you thought they would.

#english #school #college #words #love #poetry #writing

Frances Marie May 2018

Spoiled apologies - found poetry

***** girls with lousy guys, drives me crazy
Maybe you shouldn't feel too sorry.

Old Sally, so **** good-looking but a pain in the ***.
                 "Oh, darling, I love you."
                 "You're probably the only reason I'm in New York right now"
I told her I loved her; it was a lie.
    felt like five hundred thousand years, looking at all the phonies.
Ivey League guys with ****** voices,
a witty bunch of actors drinking their tea
and rubbernecks stand around to watch.
    I was a ******* wolf, just wondering for intellectual conversation.
                 Someone, Anyone!
    Just give old Caulfield the time to spoil your evening
                 because he's not sorry at all.

"A small project I did for the Catcher in the Rye where we were to make poems with words from chapters 17-19. They are suppose to be about his relationship with Sally or the feelings he has about her. Enjoy!

#catcherintherye #caulfield #holden #foundpoetry #reused #sorry #spoiled #english #project

SoVi May 2018

(ENGLISH VERSION) Flames of Sins

I felt the fear
Of the world by falling
From my foot burning
My mother on the floor
Her shattered chest
Wanting to breathe
Running in the house
I wanted to reach the door
But I burned my hand
The figure of Christ
Saved around my neck
Burning my skin
Dragging on the floor
Extending my arms
Looking at the flames's light
Against the shadow of the cross

© Sofia Villagrana 2018

Poem for Sombra de mi Cruz

#english #translation #llamadepecados

Jenna May 2018

I was the clay

I have always been the clay
Always.
When my parents moved me from my Italian home
To Hamilton, Canada

I was the clay
I learned English
Decorated a new bedroom
Made new friends
Dressed like I was born here
I became Canadian
Without a complaint

I was the clay
When my Canadian boyfriend
Fed me Canadian food
I ate it
When he wanted me to go to the bar
With him and his friends
I went
When he wanted to watch football
Which isn’t actually football
I watched too
When he started listening to country music
I learnt all the lyrics

I was the clay
When my parents had a baby
I changed diapers
Played ball with her in the yard
Was a good babysitter
Went to the playground
Played peek-a-boo
Read children books to her in English

I was the clay
When my boyfriend wanted to take a break
I said okay
When he wanted to get back together
A month later
I said okay
When he said we should move to Edmonton
I said okay
When he asked me to make Canadian food for him
I learnt for him
When he blamed me for everything
I nodded and said sorry
When I found him in bed with another girl

I became a bird
I was not the clay
I grew feathers
Colourful and long
Then I flew
And I don’t ever plan on landing

#clay #moving #canada #italy #english #boyfriend #bird #free #flexible #born