#local poems on Hello Poetry

Dustin Dean Jan 2018

The places we hide under
For sanctimonious pleasure
If it fits, it sits, little sisters
So don’t get cold hands on me
For our feet will burn elsewhere
Pious, but intuitive sensations
Receieved for all of us
Here in our makeshift cubby
Underground

The faces we hide from
For sacrilegious fervor
From one scene to another
We’ll be the last ones left
Here in our makeshift cubby
Under the ground

#local #music #scene #destiny #mates #friends #life #community #north #carolina

Jesse Buenavides Oct 2017

Hard Feelings

I
forgave
but
I
have
never
forgotten

#support #local #sox #ph

Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017

Journey #1

Silence falls truthful
Trouble brews of love long lost
Children laugh loudly

Raining of lovers
Love's embrace is free to go
Markets spread lively

Young women lament
Nothing now collapsing slow
Singers by the lake

Hear beats among friends
Riding over metal bridge
Silence in my mind

Fountains flows lively
Nature's grasp in tranquil minds
Flags drift over there

Haikus I wrote on a bus journey around my local area. Perhaps I should do more of these? I really enjoyed it!

#bus #journey #right #senses #haikus #travels #fun #local #london #sights

aar505n May 2017

Refreshed Eyes

This travel refreshes the eyes
Even if it is the same view
Day in and night out
Doesn't take away its beauty

A journey marked by swans
That runs seaside
then turns riverside
and adjourns right side
See, it's a journey burned behind my eyes

It is between the swans that I can think
And not think
This is my safe house and I'm a habitual criminal
Stowing away in this liminal place
Taking a rest from being arrested
for too much stress

I will never tire of these travels
Each sunrise and full moon
Falling that little bit more in love
Pupils dilating as the eyes refresh

#travel #explore #home #local #nature #commuting #sea #love #life #thoughts

Olivia Kent Jan 2017

WRITING ON THE EDGE.

Bird flirting with death.
In a deadly dance on the train line.
Train coming.
Woo woo,
Fly past.
And I find myself musing towards immortal fantasy.
My imagination picks up images that no man shall ever see.
Precious images won't be the death of me, nor the tiny little bird,
Sweet,
Dicing with death on the line that's electric.
He'll live to see another day,
Wahey.
(c)LIVVI

#the #*** #by #at #inspired #yesterday #bird #station #local