#hero poems on Hello Poetry

storm siren Oct 2016

I'd be a villain if only I could just do the laugh right.

I can't laugh maniacally
And I can't hurt someone
Without feeling lots of guilt,
I can barely keep a secret
If it's mine and I think it'll hurt someone.

So stamp
"Chaotic Good"
In red on my forehead,
And I'll only do good
If it so suits my moral compass.

But my good involves
Vengeance,
It involves fighting for honor.
It involves putting the care
For the people I love
First and foremost.
***** the idea
That those who attempt
Volatile blackening
Of names
Deserve to be validated
Or made to feel supported,
I'd rather rip them to shreds,
In that righteous way I have about me.

And maybe it's wrong,
But I can't make a plan for world *******,
Because honestly I don't care enough.

And I'd make a terrible villain
For the same reasons I'd make a terrible lawyer,
Because I shake when I'm anxious
And cry when I'm mad.

But at least I know
I wouldn't be able to sit back
And watch the world burn.

Humans ****.

#good #hero #spokenword #freeverse #villain #chaotic #alignments

Elioinai Oct 2016

I only know your heart

I don't know what your lips feel like
I haven't touched your cheek
All I've felt is your heart
and it's warm, and deep, and free

I can't remember the hug you gave me, all I remember is that I was happy with you

#love #heart #hero #joy #touch #feel #far #jaye #akio

Elioinai Oct 2016

love me more

We've always been the ones to say
"No, you love me more!"
But it's really you
You love me more
though you didn't know how before

Remember when I told you I wanted to tell you I loved you? Our first evening, when I told you I liked you 10 times? Such a sweet, silly evening. You were kinda hesitant, I wasn't. I had told you I thought you liked me more, then you said "Nah!".
Then when we said it another time or two, weeks later, I was confused. I wondered maybe we're just responding to the love we think each other has.
But no, I love you, and you love me more.
Some days perhaps I'll love you more than you love me, but maybe mostly not. You love me a lot.

#love #hero #best #you #me #strong #more #rose

Elioinai Oct 2016

as my heart settles into your love

deep and warm
soft and strong
calm and exhilarating
wide open spaces
cozy embraces
holding and swaying
laughing and **praying

I feel the strength of your love now so much better, as of yesterday, I'm not sure why. I think our disagreement, and your good reaction to it, may have been the reason.
     Honestly, I wasn't sure about us on Thursday. I was thinking I needed someone a little more crazy like me, but then I was giving my brother Gabe some advice on Friday. He said he felt like he needed to marry a girl as crazy as him, and I told him he didn't need a crazy girl, just a girl happy to go on adventure with him. That made me realize the flaw in my own thinking about you. You're perfectly suited for me. I need your calmness to my crazy.
  Your reaction to our disagreement was so great. You were so happy we finally found something we disagreed on. And you knew I didn't want to say "I love you" that night, so you said "I love you too", though I protested and told you I loved you anyway, I secretly wasn't feeling it for the first time.
        Then you sang "I'll run" to me  Thursday, and I knew you were doing it because you loved me, and probably because you knew I hadn't recovered yet.
And on Friday you made me face my fear of what challenges my Ulcerative Colitis might bring us, and helped me know that you weren't going to ever leave because of any.
That afternoon I thought about how much you love me and I finally realized how everything you've told me is true. I knew that before, I guess, I just didn't really *feel* the truth before.
   And my heart felt settled in, secure in your love, in loving you

#love #hero #strong #warm #dear #jaye #akio #sweatheart

Anthony Casamassima Sep 2016

An Unread Story

I wrote a poem recently.
Not so much a poem,
more like a story;
a story of love,
kind of like a love story.
Sure,
it was the best love story
we've never read.

There were romances,
struggles,
some revelations
and resurrections...
even a few bruised egos.
Blah,
blah.

Yessir,
a bayside view of
false paradise
if I'd ever seen one;
some dogeared page
ripped out of a
journal written in ink
and found in the gutter.

No beginning or end.
Just a thought.
A memoir
of a fantasy that should've just
been
and never had to explain itself.

note: Do not read.

#love #poem #lost #romance #hero #story #fantasy #ego #paradise #memoir

Niket Sep 2016

Went away

It's my life which has your glow
Simmering every day when you show
Your face which is like snow
Soft and beautiful like the flowers as I blow

I want you back cause you're my hero
My angel who removes me from sorrow
To whom I can never say no
Together we'll live furrow

But it seems that you don't need me
Anymore
Pain I have suffered is to the chore
I wanted more
But you went away before I counted four

I need you back
Or I'll again lose myself
I'm ready for your whacks
and ready to eat all you're snacks

#angel #hero #face #myself #shelf #myangel #wentaway

JR Rhine Sep 2016

Gas Cap

I saw a man
leap out of his car
and rush to the one ahead
to pluck a gas cap
off the hood of the trunk
and ***** it back
into its fixture
and the driver
with shocked gratitude
leaned an obliging thumbs up
out the window
and the hero smiled and waved
returning to his car
under the hasty lunch hour stoplight
and I began to hate us
a little less.

#love #hate #people #hero #humanity #choice #car #action #selfless #stoplight

Rohinee Sharma Aug 2016

Dear Dad , I Miss You

In this world with out my Hero
silence works its way, like a somber mist in Spring
dipped in shades of varied grey
I seek for that Summer's shine or the warmth that Autumn brings-
but all I see is winter's hounds - howling in the wind.

The memory jar is flooding, sentiments are awash,
as I pause to ponder deeply, the singularity of my loss.
Songbirds sing a madrigal on the weary trees that stand-
bravely though the shower -of blossoms as they land.

Walking in the shade of your legacy, it's a farewell I cannot seem to bid
and along those stoic cobbled paths, I hobble amid.
Yet the presence of your absence fills this gaping void inside...
For I see you walking next to me, with that knowing half smile

A poem dedicated to my Father whom I lost recently...I miss him.

#father #hero

Shaun W Stewart Aug 2016

Who Is?

They don't see the scars on wrist,
they look at me like I'm a normal man.

Making me feel as if my life can change.

They smile at my suicidal jokes,
yet they know sometimes I'm not joking.

They pick me up when I trip,
and tell me not to be so clumsy.

Those people are my Hero's

#suicide #sad #death #die #happy #hero #**** #lie #save