#form poems on Hello Poetry

fraudelle Sep 2019

She changed my clothes
She changed my pose
She changed my hair
She changed my prayer
She changed me
Like iron to rust

But like other girls
She did the same

In this story
You are the medicine
Who Created mr. Hyde

Sorry? To late
Jekyll taking his grave

I'm already dead

#changes #chemical #change #new #substance #form

Bhill Sep 2019

Pick your Beauty

Absolute beauty
Emerges in diverse forms
What is your favorite

Brian Hill - # 227

It comes in all forms

#beauty #pick #absolute #favorite #form

A Simillacrum Aug 2019

Form Factor (1)

There was a bang at the door, but it wasn't the pizza.
Marcus revealed himself to a man standing a head taller, who was buttoned up in a well fitted suit.
"Mr. Williams?" the man asked.
Marcus shook his hand.
"Marcus. How can I help you?"
The man introduced himself as Daniel ***, a representative for Eris Save States, LLC.

"Wow." Marcus stared down at this kitchen table.
Daniel gathered his papers, and bowed his head.
"I want to make it absolutely clear," Daniel said,
"You're under no obligation, whatsoever,
to take any action with this information.
I understand this may be overwhelming news."

Only muddy images came to Marcus's mind. Her light brown hair. Her green eyes. Her umber skin. Out of touch, out of reach. Running from mom, running from school. A ghost, ghosted him, and that was that.

#form #factor #save #states #copy #cat #futurism #hyperreality

M Solav Jul 2019

Pondering #1 — The Force (2019)

There is form. And there is force.
Lightning blazes the sky with frightening might
Which bursts and dissipates in arteries of light
How it animates the living,
With its thundering displays!
How it penetrates us with awe,
And fills darkness with stories
And that is what we call the Force.

There is form. And there is force.
Gushes of wind brush the once austere surface
Which rises and resonates in hills that interlace
How it fuels our imagination
With its frenetic waltz!
How hypnotic its furious motion
And the flow of its assaults
And that is what we call the Force.

There is form. And there is force.
Mountains spring from seas and glide down the coast
Which is where we have crawled and now thrive the most
How it shapes the current world
With us barely noticing!
How volatile all our endeavors
And at the mercy of its whim.
And that is what we call the Force.

Written in June 2019 - for an exhibition in Peking.

— Copyright © M. Solav —
www.msolav.com

This work may not be used in entirety or in part without the prior approval of its author. Please contact marsolav@outlook.com for usage requests. Thank you.
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#form #force #lightning #awe #lake #wind #hypnotic #mountains #volatile #whim

Sean Cocca Jun 2019

Hourglass

Time is always slipping away from us
Like small grains of sand in an hourglass.
The seconds tick by as we watch
Our worlds move on without us.
Entropy weakens us
And erodes our will
As we slumber
Through our lives
Until
Death.
Life
Begins
When we stop
Caring about
Things we cannot change
And focus entirely
On the things that matter most.
To breathe in life and exhale love
To all the beauty that life commands
Is the truest form of living there is.

This was an experiment in form.

#time #life #death #form

Frowning Apr 2019

8

I thought I was a living God,
I was brought-up-by-poetry,
I was just an unjust fraud,
I applaud : the , "keep on just sewing me,"
I nod to go toe2toe
4 every  blow4blow, blowing, me
I clawed up
shot up, yup I got up
got caught .

Taught,
I all for naught.
Not the way I was brought up.
Yeah, man I can kick it. Yeah,
this sick stick em up kid.
Mr. Black-and-blue
how you got caught with each low elbow so low,
burned& turned:
head-is-full,
pedestal pirate,
a tyrant,

that forgot about poetry.
beat by a trick-by-trick treat, so sweet
gets to be ******,
So,
******:
            a rich nose itch to be sneezy.
I unknowing, I queasy
I paid the cost to get lost, and uneasy,
easygoing was easy,
I used. To tease me,
U'used.  To disease me. I got to get going,
became afraid of heights just for growing up,

I guess, a messed,
you, know-nothing: know nothing
I know I was was better with poetry.
the half-man that I am, I only,
am' lonely,
just knowing me.
The lowest of lows
was never as low as
me.

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#spoken #word #poem #spokenword #mature #open #form