#literary poems on Hello Poetry

Mary-Eliz May 2018

the sheep cleared his throat, a ballad he bleated
but pulling wool over eyes, he really had cheated
as he simply had boldly repeated
what had been writ with the pen
haphazardly by chicken-scratch hen

pig used a sty -lus for wife, piglets three
wrote stories and poems, wrote them with glee
he wrote them
to bring home the bacon, you see
until he found out the bacon was he!

duck had no luck whatever the weather
for her writing she used a quill feather
when it poured down with rain
the duck near went insane
instead of paper she should have used leather

rooster read his work right out loud
he crowed and was so very proud
but on 5 a.m. he insisted
the rest were asleep and persisted
they didn't get up so they missed it

the dog had no papers nor did the cat
so no point in having a pen, given that
but (poetic) license(s) they had
they weren't really too bad
so with their claws they scratched on a mat

oh yes, on that farm were smart creatures
they could write great poems and features
the farmer called in a fit
look, the cow she has writ
but, the *** brayed out, it's udder *******!

Got the Sunday mornin' sillies!

#silly #limmericks #livestock #literary #poems #writing #animals #farm

matthew scott harris Apr 2018

Fitbit mashup trouncing orthodox rubric

(alternately titled: perp hosting everclear discord)

jump'n jack flash ("hot for teacher")
     halen from three doors down
     tells me "go ask alice"
in chains about jane's addiction,

     which haint no green day natural bliss,
but super ***** ping
     cheap trick tripped up mendacity,
     where motley crue crew

     doth abba sol lute lee
     get feted among stone temple pilots,
     overhead foo fighting, droning, buzzing
     b52's chauffeuring  prince, Queen Bee Latifah
     (and their entourage), thru aerospace - criss

crossing the boulevard of broken dreams -
     rem mem bring diss
dishabille jester, who points a goldfinger,
     and also nods a golden earring,

while keeping arms akimbo
holed at this crowded house,
     in Orlando spurs dawn
     ting idea to tie a yellow ribbon round

     the ole oak tree (with a pink bow
tie), while devo
shin hull lee gesture ring feigned emo
shun null rescue toward brother matthew scott

     (turf riff hick guy), he monitors fo'
the opening royal wedding,
     as feted groomed consanguinity linkedin
to mother Mary (i.e. thee Judeo -

     Christian bartered bride)
     all a day glow
majestically evoking, an electric light orchestra
     showering hall and oates domain ***

varying kaleidoscope,
     sans manifold dramatically,
     viz scintillating from indigo
girls deep purple raiment (strobe light effect)

     court of king crimson entrancing guests
     with somber non joe
king poise zen awaiting know
wing lee on cue to issue marching orders,

     whence proclaimers salutary formidable low
worrying church fathers regarding im mo'
mod dissed flagrantly loosening mandate re: no
     longer requiring chasuble couture accouterment

imposing a breach pro
pushy hating king crash test dummies
     pleasing secular status quo
bull heavers delivers crisis within liturgical credo
     cleaving via row

ting stinging viz liturgical heart felt
     iron maiden motorhead engine
     aired 21 gun salute amidst
     rose soundgarden mutiny

qua parochialism creates woe
begotten lachrymose kinks
     on black sabbath sowing yo
yo wing confusion as cream colored police chief
     Hieronymus Bosh heads to ground zero.

#drivel #heavy #literary #putsch

MsAmendable Apr 2018

After they burn the books

We dance in the ashes like
Literary scavengers.
In the ruins and after rages
We draw the shreds of words and pages
Around our naked bodies like Blankets,
A quilt of the quintessential struggle
Which all people suffer

I'm not sure if I posted this before, but it's have been a while. I wrote this not too long after reading "the Book Theif" which was wonderful

#literary #scavenger #life #people #love #book

madeleine Nov 2017

Untitled

the sky was a placid blue and the resplendent morning light enveloped the world in a golden bliss. and yet it felt as though the warmth of the sun could not quite reach me; the natural beauty of the earth unfolded before me as if to mock at my unhappiness and somehow left me feeling all the more empty. i longed for it to rain

#nature #beauty #literary #romanticism #sadness

Hannah Zedaker Jan 2018

gremlins

I know how it feels
How it feels when there’s a gremlin gnawing on your side
It sits behind your eyes,
And pushes out tears
It comes from nowhere, and anytime
From the middle of a lecture
To being held in the arms of the one you love
And it’ll push you apart.
And away
Its little claws grasping at invisible threads connected to your mind
While logic cowers in the corner
And you're left alone
There you’ll turn to the one holding you
moments ago
And they’ve turned too
turned away
So you lay in defeat,
letting the gremlin crawl back into your ear
latching back on
this consistency is the only thing coming up clear
draining you more day by day
but you let it
because
control seems better then the inevitability of the water that surrounds you when you take a dip in the deep end
-but othertimes-
when you're feeling braver,
finished submitting to the shallow end
you'll try and settle it down,
or at least help it sleep
meditation
medication
breathing
tea,
but
                                                        these start to ring up useless
hope becomes your ploy
so maybe one day
those bite marks in your side will heal

This gremlin is not biased.
it does not care about race,
or status,
or gender
it has no consistency
it may plague you for weeks on end,
no relief
or room to breathe,
and disappear without a trace for a couple weeks more,
but it always knows the way back
it knows you

This gremlin is inconsiderate.
It does not care of your disposition
towards life
or academics
or your career
It does not care of who you are
and at times it will try to define you
use you against yourself
but just as a tree may lose its leaves,
and blooming flowers
you define yourself from your roots

so sleep tight,
           and settle in,
                    because
although your fight is far from won,
                    you've always got one thing to hold on to,
                    to cling to
                 and coddle in the dark
when the gremlin is quiet and still
dance in the solitude
and laugh
because you are you
and beautiful
down
to
each
and
every
root

#anxiety #analogies #metaphors #literary #gremlins #monsters #mental #illness #selflove #love

Hannah Zedaker Jan 2018

Anxiety

Anxiety is a cold, lilac purple.
It sounds like a care siren going off on a brisk September morning
It tastes like orange peels from yesterday's lunch
It smells like burning rubber
Anxiety feels like motion sickness from being trapped under impeding waves, with you hands tied to a post

#anxiety #simile #literary #devices #structure #emotions #messy #anxious #mental

Hannah Zedaker Jan 2018

Infatuation

Infatuation is transparent red.
It sounds like the quickened pace of a fox in the forest
It tastes like metallic blood pumping in the back of your throat
It smells like three week old lilacs
Infatuation feels like burrs stuck in the sleeves of your tattered wool sweater.

#infatuation #emotions #similes #literary #devices #structure #imagery #vivid #visuals

Kaede Jan 2018

I know it's not me

Two shadows, two old souls.
Sharing what are their life goals.

Look so true, look so sweet,
As light cast them behind an empty street.

Now my chest is tight
Another flashback I need to fight
Cause I know it's him,
And I know it's not her.
But the most painful is,
it is not me either.

I made this poem out of his myday post. I actually know it's her and that is the sad side of this poem.

#insecurities #literary #short #poem #love #flashback #memories #back

Hannah Zedaker Dec 2017

Please

Please
Please help me understand
how to date often with ease, and without care
because to open up your own world-
to write a new character into your story-
is

terrifying.

Each new page holds potential
but I have yet to read the epilogue
and I have no idea whether the newest character is to become supporting
or is just a static addition soon to fly off with the wind

I'm afraid

so maybe i'll just close the book

But

as I read along
running my finger along each line
I can't help but love the way the author writes in your smile
and the way you look down when I smile back

oh how I hope your stay in this novel isn't a quest, but a journey, a venture to which the importance is the travel

because I love the way the author writes how tranquility lies stagnant in the deep pools of your eyes.
the eyes that I want to travel alongside
and smile
and laugh

These chapters each end in a cliffhanger all their own
my stomach turns to knots as the following events appear
distant and dangerous

But

As the author may intend,
when you wrap your comforting fingers around mine
I can't help but feel,
at ease
safe
and
pleased.

#adventure #romance #freeverse #safety #chaos #literary #passion #regret #worry