#names poems on Hello Poetry

Krishnapriya Jun 2018

They ask me why i chant Your name?
Is it to gather myself within?
For focus, clarity and mindfulness?

Is it a prayer to God above?
To reserve a spot in His Divine abode.
A place for my soul in heavenly realms?

Is it for my desires manifold?
Health, wealth and family
oh yes! And a little comfort too?

If truth be told,
        My Beloved Divine
I don't know why
         i chant this name of Thine
I chant it once
         And then again
And then again
        And again and again
                     It is so sweet.

#god #lord #krishna #holy #names #chanting #prayer #sweetness

Olivia Daniels May 2018

A Little Update

It's still me
though I had to change
the name I've had my whole life.

Not legally of course,
but poetically

While I wish my name remembered
as one with written art.
I can't risk possibly losing
those who have my heart.

With time I've come to realize
that people can't be trusted.
They take the good and make it bad
or let it leave them rusted.
They never understand

So I remain anonymous
With simple pseudonyms
To protect myself and others
from pure and raw emotion
in case they can’t withstand

I changed my name on HePo because I was afraid of people in my life finding the stuff I've written about them. I use it and my poetry as a diary, it's usually raw unbridled emotion and I've learned from experience that a lot of people can't handle it. I've had people find stuff like this before and it ruined a lot. I really want my poetry to be out there for people to lean on, and for my own stability but I can't risk the wrong people finding it. Hopefully, some day, I can change it back to my real name. Thanks for understanding guys. If you're not sure who this is, please look at my profile. My poems are still the same, as is my description, and they will remain so and hopefully it can clear up any confusion. If you have questions, DM me! Thanks again, I love you guys

#pseudonym #names #change #update #hepo

دema flutter May 2018

Hand

Yesterday night,
as I was crossing the
bridge of the past,
your name was
barely floating underneath,
I looked at it as it was
half submerged,
half breathing,
and my hand didn't reach out for it,
instead, it reached out for my heart,
listened to its beats,
they said walk to the end of the bridge,
and I did,
my hand reached for my hair and cut
two strands to make a ribbon to tie the past,
you loved my hair after all,
didn't you?

#poetry #love #names #heart #hand #heartbeats #beats #sinkingheartbreak #gettingoversomeone #thepast

Arcassin B May 2018

N.Y.T (No Guns In The Valley LP)

By Arcassin Burnham

The outside of you maybe gold but your heart is a black mist,
putting your friends before your family is in every since a diss,
dismembered the brain you possess in world that is so tamed,
I don't need your time , don't even remember your name.
in a failed generation that you provoked , only shines through some quick tempers,
if you know about peace , love and faith then that's something that you can't deliver,
somewhere always losing your soul due to all the fortune and fame.
I don't need your time , don't even remember your name.

©abpoetry2018

http://abpvalley.blogspot.com/2018/05/no-guns-in-valley-lp.html

#words #mind #soul #project #valley #guns #life #names #numbers #mist

Aa Harvey May 2018

What's in a name?

What’s in a name?

Butterflies do not taste of butter
And unicorns are not made from corn.
Blue bottle flies do not come in a blue bottle
And a lady bird is not a bird at all.

But what is in a name anyway? We do not get to choose it.
It is forced upon us when we are born.
Parents hope their child will be inspired to become something amazing,
But we all lose something, when we lose our innocence
And we lose as we learn how to listen and to talk.

Some animals, given enough time, will inspire us to give them a name,
Befitting their personality.
But no child can be given such a privilege,
Because of the demands of society.

The instant we are conceived,
The arguments of a proper name do begin.
If only we were given more time to see the child’s personality,
Maybe we would be able to change our reasoning.

But dreams are simply wishes that are too quick to be gone,
To ever be fully appreciated.
If we took our time during the moment of name-giving,
Maybe the idea of what is right, would somehow become shifted.

Patience is a virtue and time is precious;
So take your time to see the bigger picture
And maybe you could make a difference.

(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

#animals #names #parents #children #lose #personality #people #decisions #patience #time

Parker Apr 2018

What Do They Call You?

Our names identify us
Last names connect families
Names can mean leaving a legacy
Some names are fun and bubbly
Some names leave our lips fumbling
Names can spark harsh memories
Or the best moments of our lives
Names can give us a sense of belonging
Or leave us with some feeling of longing
Names are versatile
Easily changed or worn for a while
They are gifts given to every newborn child
Names are kept on each and every file
They give you your particular style
So whether you've changed your name
Or kept the one from birth
You're always just you
And your name was who you were first

Finally legally changing my name to Parker in the next few weeks so I've been thinking a lot about identity.

#identity #names #name #trans #family #children

those bygone years Apr 2018

typed or written

I would rather type your name
than write it.

Erasing it doesn't take make it disappear completely.
your name with the pencil that's only slightly faded,
pen or marker that's scratched
underneath it all,
your name still sticks.

Typing your name
I press delete and it's gone.
a tap of the backspace and it's gone.

If I had to be completely honest
typed or written
is your name
really gone?

I just read this poem called poetry and it just struck me at the moment I read it. This poem just came together as soon as I read it.

#computers #paper #names #past #love #memories

JB Mar 2018

Untitled, etc.

There is no name
to this little thing I have written

Names allow us
to master our world

But sometimes a name cannot be given

So we are left with

a

simple
image

thought

that is

word-less

A feeling deeper

Than any name can give

#names #language

Francie Lynch Mar 2018

Francie

Francie really is my name.
Uncle Francie has the same;
Uncle Francie is to blame.

Francis is my legal name;
But I was never called the same.
Francie is the one that stuck,
Don't talk to me about Irish luck.

But when I turned twenty-two,
I introduced myself as
Fran,
Sounding more like a man.
I got tired of re-repeating,
Francie, you know, rhymes with Nancy.
I was exhausted of always hearing,
Could you spell that for me Dearie?

When I drove a limosine,
Clients called me Francois.
When I faltered, when I drank,
I told the cops
My name was Frank.

I believe I'm the same
No matter what I'm called by name.
And even though
My ego's fraying,
I'm pleased to turn
If you call saying,
It's good to see you well, Francie.

A poem titled with one's own name. This is the epitome of vanity.
I also got "Francie pants," of course.
Francie is a common name for boys in Ireland, but a fecking lot that does for me in Canada.

#names #childrensnames