#era poems on Hello Poetry

Lynn Greyling Jan 2015

Rolling out into honey-coloured clouds
Above sun-drenched meadows.

Drifting into silences of amber light…
Where only the sky knows your heart.

Horizons shift willingly ever further
Promising joys and delight.

The auras of doubled wings, painting
Shadows over a mellowed earth.

The rush of wind lashing at my face,
Hugging me into submission.

While the soft drone rolls into a dance:
O! to dance with thee!

O! to hear the long forgotten ballads
Woven into magic melodies.

Music made by the gentle *******,
So swift and graceful on the wing!

July 1999 - flying as a passenger.

#romance #nostalgia #flying #era #formation #eventide

Àŧùl Dec 2014

The Snakes Are Snakes Forever

When I tried taming a snake,
I used it for harming others,
And I got addicted to snakes.
So I got myself more snakes,
Day came when I lost count,
Innumerable they grew,
Filling up my home.

Intending to use them for no good,
I set them up on my half-brother,
The brother cried and I rejoiced,
He lost his countless children,
I lost the count of my snakes,
There was no stopping me,
I enjoyed my half-brother's loss.

A really dark day came forth,
They turned hostile on the host,
They stung my own children,
I now repent & seek to blame,
As I feel embarrassed to confess,
So I blame it on my half-brother.

Etched out of India after post-independence partition by the Britishers, Pakistan is now known to train terrorists that it uses for carnage against India.

Peshawar was the place where the militants shamelessly attacked the Army school in broad day light and massacred near about 150 students.

But now the parallel government in Pakistan run unofficially by Hafiz Saeed is shamelessly blaming its own sins on India.

This poem marks the starting of a new era of my poems.

My HP Poem #701
©Atul Kaushal

#in #of #new #poems #school #era #army #pakistan #strike #terrorists

Mary-Elizabeth Jul 2014

end of an era!

5 years led to this
A party
A prom
A goodbye.

Not many shall I miss
Only few will stay with
Me in my heart
The memories we made!

Some people partied
Each one the same
I concentrate, being
The introvert I am.

The final day, Friday
A prom. Our prom
We created.
We will go!

I won't miss
The loud ones
The rude ones

I will miss
The fun
The games
My friends

My close connection of
People I love.
Have bonded with
Will miss!

We won't meet for
Years to come
This last day
Will be for years

Good luck to you
My friends
My year.
My school

Leavers. Laat day prom, will miss my friends lots as we lead separate lives

#friends #people #years #school #era #prom

Kalia Eden May 2014

era

the parallels of she and her and you
and the era extinct.
the notes that linger on the rooftop
the shapes that she drew
the shapes that you colored in
the notes that were written
the notes that were written
and erased.

the absence is not new,
though rises like a dull sun in winter
in search of somewhere
less white.

#sun #winter #white #her #new #you #she #notes #less #dull #era #roof #linger #shapes #drew #extinct

Ironatmosphere Apr 2014

Over

It is over
And we know it
We are preparing
We are drifting
So that it will hurt less
And it would have
If I hadn’t noticed
Because now I know what is happening
And I can only stand here watching
While this era
This great era
Is coming to an end

#end #over #era

Sarah Michelle Apr 2014

Lover of All Things Vintage

I know of a girl who dreads the New Year
Because it steals her away
from poodle-skirts and telephones
And all that is long gone
Drags her across the floor by her ankles
while she sobs
as though she'd known the era's
dead.

#vintage #oldies #poodleskirts #era #50s #60s #newyear

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