#hellopoetry107 poems on Hello Poetry

Dr Strange Jun 2017

Hope

A gentle breeze blows across a terrain engulfed in flames
Riding a storm that cages its victims in a shroud of doubt
Chaining its pray to the very earth that crumbles beneath their feet,
Causing their souls bellow and weep
The sky begins to fall, crying as the storm approaches
Casting a fear that strikes with no mercy
A little boy reaches out unafraid, unfazed by the destruction that has come to claim his home,
And whispers, "it's going to be okay"
Suddenly the sun rises, piercing through the darkness that left his village hopeless
And he smiled as the storm disappeared into the horizon

Brother poem of Hopeless

#hellopoetry107 #wanderlust

Dr Strange Jun 2017

Hopeless

I find myself in chains walking across an open field
Drowning in a sea of my own doubt,
As life whoops me like a newly reformed slave
Systematically ripping me of my pride and high self esteem
Until I'm nothing but a mindless zombie with a soul
My heart shattered unable to comprehend why it was sentenced to die in the most painful way
Why it leaks a substance that resembles that of tar
Screaming in pain and agony as it is shredded for parts
I tried running away but my legs feel like jello
My mind won't function, it's too damaged by the blood infested whip that squeeze the life force out of it
And my soul just watches crying tears of blood,
Weakening every second of everyday as it trembles in disbelief
I want to go home, but there is no home for me to go to
So I just lay there rotting away until my damaged remains turns to dirt and blows away

Sister poem of hope

#hellopoetry107 #wanderlust

ryn Jun 2017

Will You Say Something?

.
Will you say something?
Just before I go...

Will you fill the void
that had silently metastasised?

Will you convey it
like you really mean it?

Will you allay my fears
that's been cleverly disguised?

.

#hellopoetry107 #willyousaysomething

ryn Jun 2017

In the Morning

I know I've submitted to frailty.
I know I'm allowing where it takes me.

I'm heading to places
where my skin best fit.
I'm dreaming of places
where my bones don't grind to grit.

I know I've conceded to a state of mind.
I know I'm lost to a cause no one could find.

I'm hiking up hills and knolls
angled steep.
I'm drifting through waters
that run too deep.

I know I'm stuck to ideals - weathered and worn.
But I know I might be better...
in the morn.

Current earworm.

Tennis - In the Morning I'll Be Better

"Though our bodies have betrayed us
In a million different ways
In the morning, I’ll be
Oh, better, better, yeah"

#hellopoetry107 #inthemorning

ryn Jun 2017

Calming Chaos

Dark clouds had swelled and usurped the sky.
Invisible ***** of a pin and
the heavens burst into unrelenting sheets.

Walkers hastened and cowered under shelters.
Umbrellas opened over their heads
like a sudden sprout of colourful mushrooms.
Traffic slowed to the mismatched rhythm of heated engines and honking vehicles.

Such chaos...
Such beautiful chaos.

I watched from my seat as my bus got pelted mercilessly.
Copious amounts flowed from the roof forming cascades onto the face of windows.
My view was blurred and tail lights refracted.

Amidst such chaos,
I felt such calmness.

It was a moment that stretched limitless.
It was bliss.
It was peace I haven't felt in a long time.

I wish to be caught in such a moment again.

#hellopoetry107 #calmingchaos

ryn Jun 2017

Last Autumn Leaf

The last autumn leaf had fallen.
A gust had taken it off its perch
and sent it earthbound.
It relished its slowed descent
only to be cradled by the ***** of the ground.

Then winter had been upon us.
Leaving us cold, desolate and empty.
Loneliness wielded a reckless brush
and had painted the backdrop
of our minds with vast whiteness
accentuated by the greys of uncertainty.

The leaf froze and crumbled to dust.
Just as we would have if not for
the mantra of hope.
Of which,
dreams might again spring forth.
Engulfing and taking us home.

We'd journey through scented spring -
soaking up the amber of days
and the fragrance of flowered fields.
We'd run our fingers over the tops of tall
dew-peppered grass.

We sing the same chorus
as we turn our heads towards
the suns of summer.
A haven where we believe all is hale
and the fires in our hearts
will once again be rekindled.

#hellopoetry107 #lastleaf

SøułSurvivør Jun 2017

hands

smooth or rugged
strong or frail
fist or caressing
brown or pale

long of finger
open or clubbed
wrinkled parchment
child's chub

Mona Lisa
calm and coy
Captain Hook
girl or boy

remember how
his love attracts?
touching with
his finger backs?

hands with nails
lacquered red
tell him that
it's time for

bed

what could ever
be so grand?
as a tender

loving

HAND

SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/11/2017

Hands are beautiful.
I've always loved drawing them,
even though it's difficult.
I especially love the hands
of the elderly.

#hands #heart #life #poetry #**** #hellopoetry107

ryn Jun 2017

His Tale

He stares long into the mirror
Only to see a tattered old book
Every page bears little he's proud of
Every morn he sees but dares not look

He's afraid of the stories
His memories would tell
He's ashamed of the scars
He'd known too well

Everyday he would only dress quickly
Before his demons would sing their claim
Everyday he'd battle the relentless sun
He'd persevere the day only night could tame

#hellopoetry107 #histale

Dr Strange Jun 2017

Victim: Part Five

That night I never made it home
I just ran as fast as I could in attempt to escape the darkness that was swallowing my heart
I could feel it breathing down my neck as it whispered "give in" into my ears
Warping my thoughts fusing them with the anger that existed in my soul
I ran until I couldn't run anymore
Wheezing and gasping for air until finally I collapsed
I closed my eyes to accept my fate and as I seeped deeper into the abyss a phrase slipped out forever resonated with me
I'm sorry, it had to be done
I let out an ungodly roar as my eyes changed to that of a killer
Dripping crimson tears from the cravouses that once leaked everything good
I had become a nobody
An empty shell of my former self
And most of all...
The monster I feared

They tuned for the continuation of the story

#hellopoetry107 #wanderlust #story

Dr Strange Jun 2017

Victim: Part Four

But every monster has an origin story
How they came to exist in this cruel world
I became fed up with the pain that continuously stabbed me in my chest
I got tired of see my mother cry every night because my father beat her within inches of her life
Then school was no better
Everyday I would run and hide hoping they wouldn't find me
Screaming me in my head wondering why this had to be me
I didn't deserve this life
All I ever wanted to do was put a smile upon people's faces
But that dream seemed so far away
Because without fail they would find me just to beat with both words and fist
Robbing me of my pride and joy...of my dreams
Then would leave me for dead
And I would just lay there and cry begging for someone to rescue me
But they would all just watch and laugh as if it was funny
All but him anyways but even he wasn't enough to save me in the end

They tuned for the continuation of the story

#story #hellopoetry107 #wanderlust #victime