#jar poems on Hello Poetry

Brandon Conway Oct 2018

Pickling

The quill's sodden ink evaporates
while this bell jar encapsulates
leaving these dreary words to permeate
only to rain back down and stagnate

this terrarium, my lonely estate
pickling eyes that spate
people peer through the glass only to deprecate
while I slowly start to acclimate

two horizons squint until light dissipates
allowing the darkness to overtake
monsters crawl out to dilapidate
snarls and growls devastate

this is fate this is fate this is fate this is fate
is it too late is it too late is it too late is it too late
echos verberate echos verberate echos verberate echos verberate
this is fate and it is too late these echos verberate and I ruminate
I ruminate and ruminate and ruminate and ruminate

with a languid gait
a countenance set straight
while I desperately try to create
a happy blissful sunny green free state

it's not too late it's not too late it's not too late
meditate meditate meditate meditate
don't let the glass alienate
pick up the hammer and swing
till the glass B E K
R A S.

#depression #happiness #bell #jar #glass #lonely #terrarium #people #monster #fate

Brandon Conway Sep 2018

The Bell Jar Shattered

Behind these eyes, insanity
a slow permeation of a voice
screaming truths and half truths

I just don’t want to listen
so I flood the head
just to drown the haunting

but it is ******* immortal
every night I send an eagle
to gnaw on the larynx

every morning it’s there to greet
disguised as a fictional friend
                  fiend. I meant fiend.

it’s kudzu it’s ******* kudzu
every day is a mid spring day
even in winters delicate palms

I spend the nights soaking in a bath
last night I let the water ******* tongue
soon it will feast on my lungs

I can go out like Plath
except my poems are bad
and my novel is only a paragraph

I will not
     let the inner
          demons win.

#insanity #mental #illness #depression #insane #plath #bell #jar #depressed #sick

Fritzi Melendez Feb 2018

Firefly

I'm trying hard to run to catch the firefly as the night stalls.
Emitting such a beautiful pastel blue light, the size of an 8 ball.
The closer I get, the faster it darts away.
I can try to sleep, but I feel too jittery to lay.
Silly little bug, I just want to catch you!
I want to put you in my mason jar and stare into your orb of baby blue.
I...
Almost...
Got...
You...
...
Stop making me run so much, I keep tripping...
I can feel the grass under my feet tipping.

You're at the grasp of my fingertips as you taunt me with your flickering light.
I stand on my tippy toes and reach up into the night.

I'm...
Almost...
There...
...
But you fly away into the vent.
Why won't you come to me? I'll even pay your rent!
Am I doing something wrong?
I can attempt to sing you a lullaby song...
...But you still won't come out of there.
I shake my head and brush away my hair.
I take a deep sigh and see you as a loss cause.
I take a step and fall onto my knees, immediately looking up and I pause.
I'm in my room as my skin breaks and bleeds.
You fly across my face one more time in an evil attempt to tease.

Stupid...- Wait, this isn't what my real eyes see.
I look in the mirror and there She is, staring back at me.

...It wasn't real, right? It was just my imagination?
****... why does this keep happening again?

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I thought I saw a firefly fly around my room last night. I saw Her again.

#her #firefly #schizophrenia #night #bleed #fake #distorted #blue #taunt #jar

Poetic T Jan 2018

A Jar Of Jelly Beans

Where all flavours in life,
                                   never does one taste the same.
but some are similar, close friends that are shades
so varied  but tastes just slightly different from the other.
We think we no choice to our flavour of life.

We think where all trapped within a vacuum of a world
where we think we have  no choice
                                                       but to be either this or that.
But where all different flavours that have more choice
than we realise. we just have to look outside the Jar.

Finding that even though were enclosed,
                  that we don't have to be just one flavour in life,
that we can be a mixture of varieties.
No one has to taste the same life is never just
              Blue,
                         Green, or Orange,
Were what ever flavour we wish, ever changing in life.

#flavour #jar #beans #taste #varied

Kerri Oct 2017

Untitled

I'll Stand
on my tiptoes
Atop
Of a mountain
To steal the moon
And
Make the world go dark
To light up your eyes

I'll clutch the
cold, soft
earth
In my fist
And sprinkle it
Beneath
Your bare feet
For you
To walk on

I'll pluck the wind
And lock it up
In a mason jar
And pour you
A glass
For the moments
That take your breath away

And if any of these shall ever
Run out,
I will LOVE you back to life
With
Kisses
dreams
And truth.

#mountain #moon #light #earth #wind #jar #breath #kiss #truth

Marwa Oct 2017

Golden dust

I didn’t leave you

I didn’t run .

Even when every one told me to,

I stayed

to patch your heart

the same way they used to repair broken pottery

with golden dust.

I didn’t leave you

I didn’t run .

But I gave you my love

and everything I had

even when i knew

that we were falling apart.

And now,

I can’t fix you anymore

with golden ink or deep kisses

And how am I supposed to draw you

when I don’t even remember

what I used to feel for you.

Is it my fault if you left me

Or your fault if I left you ?

But we will never found out my love

Because you left me too soon.

Or was it me who did ?

#romance #love #rain #heart #time #stars #painting #jar #gold #kisses

Luna Jul 2017

Jar

Maybe you never wanted to hear my voice
Maybe you just needed someone to listen
Maybe you wanted to be
the person that
Closes the coffin
Instead of opens it
Maybe
You wanted to be the hay stack
Instead of the needle
Maybe you were born Romeo
When you were meant to be Juliette
Maybe you found clyde but never
Bonnie
Who ever you are
And who ever I am
We're not missing the jelly
We've just
misplaced the jar.

#jar #coffin #different

Dark Delusion Jul 2017

Empty Jar

I’m running out of ideas.
They never come to me.
I have to find them.
But they’re all just the same.
I don’t need help.
Going from place to place.
I always end up in the same spot.

Writing and writing.
Just to throw it away.

I light a cigarette.
Lean back and relax.

Clear my mind of everything.
But everything's the same.

I have a place for all my ideas.
But there’s nothing for me to find.
It’s broken and old.
I’m left with only one thing on my mind,
And that’s filling up the empty jar I still hold on to.

#poem #ideas #nothing #empty #poems #idea #relax #mind #thought #jar

Poetic T Apr 2017

My Thoughts Are Pennies In A Jar

If I were to collect all my thoughts in a jar
of contemplation I would be on street corners
asking kind people for a memory to linger in
as I can only muster pennies.

long sentence prompt

#pennies #jar #people