#glass poems on Hello Poetry

Patrice A Jan 2021

There is something about him
that I couldn’t take in
like the water swirling half-empty
in a wineglass,
my hold shaking as I made my way
to the dusty jaws
of our old paradise.
Love.
I close my eyes
and remember the moment I felt his cold fingers
slowly slipping away—
the wineglass shatters in the grass.

The water comes for
the prettier flowers.

#love #water #sad #heartbreak #nostalgia #flowers #grass #paradise #glass #eyes

Fiel Jan 2021

Shards

There's nothing left to say
Everything felt hollow
Like empty glass bottles
Left lying around the corner
Waiting to be shattered and thrown

Time passed and I saw shards scattered
All over the place, this unlikely image
A phantom of what was once a lovely figure
That painted smiles to the faces of many
And served as a crying shoulder
To those who were broken and hurt

The image echoed through my head
As realizations dawned upon me
I took a glimpse at the mirror
And what I saw on the reflection
Was a figure of an empty glass bottle
Standing in front of me

It's been a year, I finally took the courage to write again...

#2021 #glass #empty #broken #bottles #quarantine

Christina O Jan 2021

Glass

A glass is a glass
until the glass leaves you f’d up.
Fighting the midnight train in some bubbly
that drowns you into abyss.
You can’t hold on,
because holding feels far worse than letting go.
So you let go with the glass still in your hand.
The hole still in your heart.

I haven’t posted on here in months. To be honest the inspiration comes and go. The love for writing though is still strong and what makes my heart happy. I wrote this a few days ago.

#depression #glass #drinking #alcohol #hope #sadness #thoughts

Chris Chaffin Jan 2021

beachcombing

At high tide, the sea ejects
foam and glass fishing floats.

We wait for the waters to recede,
tiptoe around anemones and *****;
I spot a small green globe.

She says it belongs to a Japanese goddess,
her eyes plucked out by a vengeful lover
and cast into the deep.

I see only an old sake bottle
crafted into a sphere,
etched with sand and netting patterns.

Tomorrow, I will look for agates
while she searches for the goddess’s other eye.

#beachcombing #sea #glass #japanese #sake #green #foam #globe #netting #goddess

aspen wilde Jan 2021

i can remember

i can remember the pain,
but unlike most other pain
i can't feel its touch.

i can remember how it felt,
the smooth yet knife-like edge
slicing open my dense skin.

i can remember that feeling,
i yearn for it to come back
and haunt me.

i can remember the sweet release,
the deep incision
and i want it back.

yet i cannot remember how it felt,
i cannot feel the cold glass
that was once there.

but i want it back.

i can't imagine what the sting felt like,
although i've felt it
so many times before.

i feel lost without it,
like it has it's place on my skin
and deserves to be there.

i do want it back,
i ache for it deeply
to pierce me again.

please give me the strength to bring it back.

#glass #ache #long #knifelike #edge #dense #skin #incision

Dante Rocío Dec 2020

[Translation] Ça se coule comme éveils (It Flows Like Arousals)

Lights or darks
To break a glass,
I’m worth on it and not in the droll,
To depart from the bed in black the one who
Addresses themselves to overtake their self and become in a rave,
Violin string works at ease;
Give me a gulp of the Moon to crash to my side,
to crack in ecstasy of me inside.
I’ve put up enough with walking perfect like the porcelain.

A translation of a spontaneity of Poetry with French on the images of the dark, fumes, grey, space as a physical trait and instruments from a picture prompt for short letters

#translation #moon #dark #state #glass #violin

Alina Dec 2020

Never the girl of honey and glass

I will forever wish I was a girl of honey and glass like the one you sang about when you watched as she skipped down the boardwalk with the most breathtaking smile painted across her lips. But no matter the number of shooting stars I wish upon i remain the girl of smoke and tears, while she sweeps the world off its feet. It's not envy that fills my eyes, admiration neither. but a longing, a hope that one day i'm not "less than".

A.C.

inspired by the "honey and glass" tiktok song.

#honey #glass #smile #smoke #tears #shootingstar #girl #world

Dante Rocío Dec 2020

Ça se coule comme éveils

Lueurs ou sombres
Un verre casser,
J’en vaux et pas en drôle,
Partir du lit noir celui qui
S’adresse à s’envahir et être un délire
Fil de violon travaille à l’aise:
Donnez-moi un coup de la lune pour m’en écraser et m’en crever,
J’en ai marre marcher parfait comme la porcelaine

A spontaneity of Poetry with French on the images of the dark, fumes, grey, space as a physical trait and instruments from a picture prompt for short letters

#francais #moon #dark #state #glass #violin

Christopher Westra Dec 2020

The Hourglass (Prosperity Poem 102)

As sands flow through
The glass this hour
My will
Stays free
And filled with power

Now is
the time
To act and choose
To plant and sow
No sand -
to lose

Creation comes
As no surprise
For all my
Thoughts
Get crystallized

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The Hourglass background was an option for another poem, but wasn't chosen as the winner. Yet, The Hourglass had such striking symbolism and clarity that I decided to write a poem just for that picture.

We live in an expanding universe. Seeds grow. Thoughts grow. If we plant the right seeds and act in the NOW, then we can manifest more of what we truly desire in life.

#hourglass #westra #love #meditation #prosperity #plant #seeds #creation #crystals #glass