#meta poems on Hello Poetry

Q Jan 2016

I'll sing my own funeral song
And attend my wake alone
I'll write and read my eulogy
And drive my hearse home.

I'll sing my own funeral song
Send my own soul to rest
I'll pray over my casket
And mourn my life and death.

I'll sing my own funeral song
Place a single flower on my grave
I'll out myself into the ground
And cover my stilled face.

just a tidbit that popped into mind after an interesting dream. the second of a five set for the new year.
Note: Thanks to V for his suggestions and always catching the little things I miss.
Check V's poetry out here: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/144637/boxes-and-shells/

#death #funeral #existentialism #meta

melli7 Nov 2014

Haiku

I’ll make a haiku
It will not say what I want
At least I’m speaking

#words #silence #paradox #communication #irony #meta

Homunculus Dec 2015

Something Different

All my poems are
The same, aren't they?
"You're being lied to by a corrupt,
Imperialistic government,
Corporations own your soul,
We're destroying the planet's
Natural resources, making
It uninhabitable, to ourselves and
Driving other species to extinction,
Capitalism is unethical, and
It subverts the potential
For real democracy,
Yada yada yada yada
Blah blah blah"

Maybe I should write about
Something else, but what?

I like flowers,
Flowers are nice,
Especially orchids, but
Not those weird,
Smelly ones that grow
On Callery trees... no
Those things reek like
Stale **** and sour milk.
Ah, but who could deny
The pungent and delicate
Fragrance of a rose?
Someone with anosmia,
That's who.
What, you didn't
Stop to think about,
People with disabilities?
How incredibly
Inconsiderate!
What are you?
Some sort of
Overprivileged, straight,
White, cis male ableist?
*******, you ******,
You might as well
Be a fascist. I would
Tell you to go back
To **** Germany, but
HEY, NEWS FLASH,
It's 2015, buddy,
Grow up and join
Us adults here in
The real world.
Wait... where was
I going with this?

A healthy bit of self criticism can always be helpful.

#rant #humor #criticism #meta #stream-of-consciousness

Fox Lauren Dec 2015

Untitled

Oh---the words won’t knit themselves
Alone with nothing but mere thought,
Without the help of wondrous hand,
They’re nothing
But a sorrow lot

Of strangers screaming in sad verse
Visions of wisdom & of truth
Without the knowledge lost in sense
Without the soul of fearless youth.

#poetry #words #art #writing #finding #meta

Fox Lauren Dec 2015

What, a poem

fishing for words in th
e pool of eternity fishe
rmen of the world unit
e can you feel it shimm
ery waters let them tak
e it lie to your wife infi
nite times more than e
ver the bomb oh? THE B
OMB and letter A in the
back of your mind hold
ing a gun wait is it true…………………………….No? Laugh!

#poetry #words #art #experimental #laughter #abstract #subconscious #meta

ryan Nov 2015

Ceasing To Be Ourselves

At this point it may not even
Be a poem,
Just too many intends in a too
Wordy sentence,
But it doesnt matter what it
Is, because all I
Want to get across is that

I love you.

#love #poem #wordy #meta #ourselves

Isaac Huston Oct 2015

Settled Dust

It's been a while
Since I've written here,
The dust has grow
Upon these words.
The fluidity with which once they flowed,
Gone.
Gone is the promise of a new day,
A new sun,
A new poem,
Gone is that ready elegance.
Words come out now, yea,
But forced.
The line breaks choppier,
The rhythm forced and staccato
Rather than the smooth sailing
Or the fierce and glorious torment
Of a summer tempest
O'er the high seas.
But here I am,
Time have I,
And so
I write.

#poetry #time #im #back #meta #meta-cognition

Nicole Bataclan Oct 2015

That is what poets do

That is what poets do

They romanticize pain
They idealize the torment

There is solace in darkness
Which they craft to enlighten;

Lure with words
The forlorn is adorned
Guilt is charming
Mistakes rewarding

That part that is revolting
The best line in their poems.

That is what poets do

They embellish heartbreak
To cement the heartache

But as soon as they leave their paper
and beautiful words captivated readers

Life can no longer render
The adequate metaphor
Agony is agony;

There is no substitute for it.

#poem #words #life #pain #relationships #reality #agony #lure #meta #translating

Wren Djinn Rain Sep 2015

Insomniacts: "Meat Tape Feed"

So it seems I am relinquished
has come to this, that I can't
hold my body on my own
be the shoulder for my head
be my own mission
with a fingertip to my lips
I own this and don't have
to say anything when I do
My case is as I do
let me show you
Let me know you
as I, as you do
So it seems I cannot breathe when
I get winded explaining
in detail each of my moves
I pull the rope to curtain
revel and withhold
specific miseries as I wish
I own this and don't have
to say anything when I do
My case is as I do
let me show you
Let me know you
as I, as you do

#in #insomnia #out #inside #misery #looking #meta #curtain #insomniacs #insomniacts