#if poems on Hello Poetry

Saint Audrey May 2017

It sounded like a gunshot
Ripping through an open door
I never know what I want
But I've never wanted something more

Don't take me as an insult
Lying on my bedroom floor
Life sounds so simple
Treat me like a mind explored

I hate myself
And I just want to feel alive
I found out all I find
Dies just the same in time

It sounded like a gunshot
Bleeding out for a taste of fun
The wound is looking red hot
I am waiting here for anyone

To survive
Who will make it out alive?

I survived
And now I feel so lonely

Ha

Surprise, its me again
Full frontal, coming up again
Stripping out your mind
You all look just the same
Take your time
How'd you like a name?

Just survive, and you can have it

Weird

#hope #is #lost #on #the #mindless #if #you #can #survive #great #awakening #good #feel #free #to #join #me

Antionicia May 2017

If Music was a Man

His touch like silk
His eyes as deep as oceans
Voice like a thousand breaths.
If Music was a man.

I would feel what he felt,
Feel it course through my bones
And rock my body with the symphonies.

He wouldn't have to speak, all he'd need to do was let out melodies
and I could tell what he felt.
What he cried about.
What he held close.

If music was man, the way we would love,
well, people would talk about it for centuries.
My body would breathe with the notes.
Soak in the sound of his rough violin chords.

If Music was a Man

#music #deep #love #romance #poem #original #life #if

Ryan Holden May 2017

If I was

If I was an eagle,
Soaring through skies,
If I was a cloud,
And my inner self dries.

If I was a giant,
Who never hurt flies,
If I was a demon,
With red, behind my eyes.

If I was Benedict Arnold,
Who always told lies,
Would you still love me,
Despite my disguise?

Just a quick write :)

#if #i #was #love #giant

Àŧùl May 2017

Tomorrow I Will Be 7 Years Old

7th of May 2010 will be 7 years old,
And so will I be again a 7 years kid!
Neither emotionally nor physically,
But I will be 7 years old spiritually.
I had to learn life again 7 years ago,
Just got spared my life 7 years back!
Though few doctors were pessimistic,
My father was still very optimistic.
He consolidated my mother's hope,
And he negated the pessimist's nope!

He was confident about his only son,
His genes joined my mother's for one!
And I am committed to a long life,
He selected wisely for himself a wife.
His thought about a better gene pool,
A long life offspring I won't ridicule!
But a long life I just do never desire,
If a lonely life I must always persist.
I will survive the days and the nights,
Alone if I must bide my time in tights.

My HP Poem #1527
©Atul Kaushal

#lonely #life #is #good #for #me #if #it #must

Àŧùl May 2017

If In My Heart You Reside

If in my heart you reside,
Then I've every joy of life.
If in my heart you reside,
Then I've every joy of life.

Don't leave, oh darling,
Don't leave me alone,
Don't leave, just don't,
My heart will be shattered.

From you my newfound morale is,
From you I got this new daring strength.
From you my newfound morale is,
From you I got this new daring strength.
Sans you my life is incomplete,
Sans you my life is so hollow.

From you I have known what love is,
From you I got a new lease of life.
From you I have known what love is,
From you I got a new lease of life.
Sans you my life is deserted,
Sans you my life is unbeknownst.

If in my heart you reside,
Then I've every joy of life.
If in my heart you reside,
Then I've every joy of life.

Translation of my first ever Hindi language musical composition titled "Jo Mere Dil Mein".
My HP Poem #1523
©Atul Kaushal

#if #in #my #heart #you #are #housed

Jasmin May 2017

behind the silence

i never knew silence that much
until that very afternoon
when i tried so much
to hold my teardrops
and hide the sobs
that were exploding inside
my weary body
and my wrecked soul

i wonder,
if i was found dead that day,
would they think 'twas suicide
or would the police say,
"she was slain by the silence
that was enclasped within her solitude"?

"she didn't want to take her life, she was murdered by the messes life threw at her." the police added

#im #sorry #if #this #is #triggering

Yanamari Apr 2017

Sky painting

If I could paint the skies
I would paint it with the links of my mind
I would paint it with cyans and magentas and limes
Reds and oranges and yellows
Blacks and greys and white
All sorts of colours
I would paint it with sorrow and happiness alike
I would paint it with the voice of my soul alight
I would paint the sky with my emptiness...
And the result
Would be the same night sky I see.
Stars shining bright
No hint of any other colour but
The midnight painted with white spots.
Galaxies invisible
Shooting stars veiled
The moon irrepressible
The stars afield
Their lights not powerful
But gentle on the eyes
Caressing the soul
Of the weary and tired.

If I could paint the skies...
And if only I could,
I would paint it all colours alike
With a thick paintbrush
Soaked in a water airy as can be...
But, that is,
If only.

There is actually an alternate to this poem, a darker alternate stained in red. But people can only see what they want to see...

#if #sky #night #painting

Stanley Wilkin Mar 2017

WHAT IF?

What if my sight deludes my brain
And shows me things that cannot be?
What if my brain deludes my sight
With shapes and colours distorting light?
What if a chair is not a chair,
A sky not a sky?
What if my body belongs
Outside of time, in ridges, in riffs, in kaleidoscopes,
Pinging around or forever mute?
What if I die, but am not dead,
Having never been alive
That what was breathe was CGI
That what was a heartbeat merely
A mythological god slamming against a drum?
What if my words are not my words
But belong to speakers in the past
My thoughts not mine, nor yours,
But passing adverts in the electrified air?
What if existence is without shape,
Unseeable, unmeasurable,
A perishable vapour already dissipating
Unable to form and never formable?
What if none of these words were written
None of these words were read,
Nothing appeared here-
Nothing has happened, or ever does,
Except in your unquiet head?

#reality #if #what #uncertainty #unreal