#movement poems on Hello Poetry

Sharon Valerio Apr 2016

Every sky I see, pulls my heart.
It's a perfect poem, with all of it's stray marks.
It's all these little details, make me ache,
as in a dream I never want to wake.
Causes me to wish I could lay down,
watch the clouds as they dance in tune with sound.
Every movement causes such a beautiful mess;
nothing I'd ever add could make it more or less.
Sometimes I test the souls that are nearby,
Look, a small invitation to see the sky.
Usually confusion says, Okay?
I don't see anything extraordinary today.
No birds, no planes, no faraway storms,
the only thing I see, is clouds for sure.
I never say words, because I know it's true,
I could never make them Love it like I do.

#love #words #beautiful #clouds #sky #mess #confusion #storms #movement #invitation

zody rose wang Mar 2016

FROM ME TO YOU

i'm floating in surrealism,
satisfaction engulfing my bay of love.
my limbs are listening to me quietly,
contently,
liberated.
i speak my affection for you through delicious movement.
i simply flow like water,
you simply shine like the sun.

14:00

#love #dance #lust #water #movement #satisfaction #freeverse #elements #contrast

ESP Mar 2016

"Inay, gusto kong maging doktor pagkalaki ko"

Lasapin ang bunga ng paghihirap
Puso, isip at kaluluwa lang naman
Ang iyong nilaan para ikaw ay
bigyan ng kaunting sahuran.

Kung minsan, napapagod
Ay, madalas nga palang pagod
Ang katawan man ay bumabagsak
Gagaling ka rin at
Itutuloy ang paghihirap

Sabi ko noong bata pa ako
"Inay, gusto kong maging doktor
pagkalaki ko.
Pagka't gusto kong pagalingin
ang bawat maysakit na tao."

Hanggang sa nagpagtanto ****
Habang lumalaki
Ni hindi naman pagiging doktor
ang gusto mo paglaki

Ako ay sinanay upang maging alipin
Upang siyudad ng sikat na
Politiko ay yumaman sa aming kamay
Ngunit salapi'y nadudulas sa aking palad
Nalilipad-lipad at napunta sa
"tagapaglingkod ninyong totoo,
kami ay kasangga ninyo."

Sabi nga ng ilan ay
Buhay ay sadyang gulong ng palad
Hindi ako naniniwala dahil,
ikaw mismo na nabubuhay ang
siya lamang makapagsasabi at
makapagdidikta ng iyong kapalaran
Nasa iyong kamay ang kasagutan
Kaya pakilusin na ang mga paa
Buksan ang iyong mga mata
Pakinggan ng iyong mga tenga
ang bawat hinaing
Ito ay magbabago rin
kung bawat katawan ay kikilos
sabay-sabay muling galawin

Tayo ang sagot
sa hirap na dinaranas
Tayo rin mismo ang makapagbabago
Ng kung ano mang ang nakasanayan
Ng kung ano mang gawaing katakwil-takwil
Tayo lamang
Tayo lamang ang pagbabago.

#change #movement #filipino

Rollie Rathburn Feb 2016

Amongst The Fireflies

“Certain breeds of chicken exhibit a behavior known as brooding.
When no Rooster is present they will diligently incubate eggs incapable of hatching,
forgoing food and water
despite the impossibility of newborn chicks.”

It seemed like you had been waiting for quite some time
like collapsed steam on cold coffee surface.

I watched you there
torn apart in the light
shadow fragments packing your edges
away like foreclosed tenants with an immaculately well maintained yard.

By turns violent and mundane,
open mouth smelling of monsoons
and hot morning skin. On the pillowcase
your fingertips bloomed like incandescent daffodils.

Nights posing as days stray forth
and return, with a casual politeness commonly reserved
for political debate spectatorship
and cocktail mixers.

Not quite grim.
Not fully present.
Standing alone in a gleaming room
begging for a sliver of crawling blackness
to tempt the curve of your hip back into my hand.

If there was time left,
I could have figured it out.

“I understand that you are sad and I am sorry.
I told you this would happen. I am
not having this conversation right now,
so I am sorry for that too.”

#love #movement #apology

Kaeli Hearn Feb 2016

Canvas

I know every line on your palms
I know every curve & dip of your collar bones
I know every scar, every cut, every bruise
I know the exact shade of color in your eyes
I know the patterns of your movement -- your touch
I painted a beautiful canvas all over your soul

Then one day we broke -- fell and shattered
& now all I can say is I *knew

#broken #color #canvas #movement

julie patten Feb 2016

'O'N THE MOVE

On your marks
TO run your best
StOrm ahead to keep abreast
ThrOugh the pain within your chest
AnxiOus now to pass the rest
LifelOng fame could be made
DeliciOus win of this decade
ScenariO will never fade
LimitatiOns not obeyed

A dynamic/experimental poem. Not only do the athletes race but the 'O' moves one space along on each line
(from my book, Hotchpotch)
go to my website@ www.novelsforyou.wix.com/novelsforyou

#race #experimental #movement

Kenna Marie Feb 2016

To: Undiscovered Wonders

To the wonders yet for me to discover…
Come hit me so that I’m bruised.
Or better yet, leave a permanent mark. One that I’ll watch while holding a cup of coffee on a bitter frost winter day.
Sting my face with shock while my chapped lips whimper.
Beg me to listen when you come in a different form; whether the ruffling leaves or whispers in the wind.
Come on, be my friend that will align me even when I am severed in half with fear.
Show me that I need to learn.

#life #alone #portrait #poems #hellopoetry #movement #moving #conceptual #motion #weightofwait

Poetic T Jan 2016

That Lonely Red Door

The paint warped upon sight, like tears
Over time falling silently to the decayed
Cycle below. I felt its bleak wine pealing's
Upon my fingers And tasted its age.

The aroma of so many memories of what
Was before of all that touched upon its
Brass holdings and It screamed in defiance
Shut so many times, now unending closure.

It wanted to be open to the world not
Subjugated in locked form. Its motions
Were static locked in an unending cycle
Of nothing. It was tearing flakes upon the floor.

It wanted to creak upon the breeze to feel
The wind to scratch at its rings of now slain
Of forgotten time. its creaks are its needing
To be open to the world once again.

#static #red #door #movement

Sara Jones Dec 2015

Movement

It's good for the bones to go somewhere new
Where the flowers don't greet you and you know no one around you.
Sometimes it's good to know where you stand
With the Gods, Goddesses, and the sand.

Moving on can be hard or it can be much fun
Depending on who's around you
You could be the one
Standing on mountain tops or shouting from the roof
Movement is good for the soul, if you would.

I just moved out of the dorms and into a place with 3 girls I know nothing about. But I think I'll like it here.

#home #day #coming #leaving #movement #moving #going

rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015

Poetic movements.

Her movements
Are so fluid
There is no reason
To alter the specifics
To make them more appealing
When transferring them to words.

No need for analogies
Or symbolism.

She dips her head back
And lets it slip from
One shoulder
To the other.
Resting on each one
Ever so slightly
To greet them both
The same.

Her hand
Puppeteers her arm upward
To swipe her fingers
Across her brow.
A gentle kiss of reassurance
That morning has at last
Arrived.

Her thumbs lead the way
For her hands to follow
As they slip behind her ears
And make their way down to the ends
Of her hair.
But before they finish their descent,
They meet together
Her smooth hair stops them from making
Total impact.
The right stays put, creating ******* for the hair that is left behind.
The left guides the remaining strands around her shoulder
To rest there
As her hand continues down her chest.
Something that she only allows her own kind
To do.

Her actions alone are pure poetry.
From turning her head,
To stretching her arms,
To simply putting up her hair.
It is all poetic
To witness
To experience
To love.

#love #kiss #poetry #words #movement