#origin poems on Hello Poetry

Dw1234 May 2018

Origin

Beauty, all of its forms
Holds in her hands
Nurturing insignificance
Holds our every breath

Live by order
Die by design
Thoughts are control
Feeling, the result

We give to receive
We see to be seen
We die to live
We live to die

Old as time
Desire innate
Behind perspective
It’s all here

Breaking the ties
These laws that adhere
Unequalized and raw
Of unpolarized origin

Can’t perceive
what we aren’t
Once we do
Hello Beauty

#contemplation #existence #polar #polarization #origin #belief #questioning #deep #oblivion #nothing

Àŧùl Sep 2013

Aliens In Our Own Shoes?

Let's talk about life in its smartest forms,
Let's talk about the great idea of evolution,
Let's talk about our basic origins in past.

This is a not-so-popular fact that some life forms
Experienced an alien evolution on a different land
Before they dropped us down on this planet to rule.

But look amongst ourselves for their signs,
The tell-tale signs leftover from their visits,
Weird skull shapes is just one of those marks.

I think that aliens are the real Gods for us.

See the cave paintings and ancient wall-etchings anywhere, be it the so-called early-man rock etchings or be it the paintings in the Egyptian or Chinese or Inca pyramids, look at the elongated heads of all their leaders. These structures called pyramids are often accompanied by high towers, possibly possessing the alien-technology of communications or channelizing energies once upon a time.

It may seem eerie but it's surely probable that some of us are less hominid than the rest of us.

My HP Poem #436
©Atul Kaushal

#aliens #humans #origin #of #humanity

Nicholas Fonte Apr 2018

Origin

I must put on that cloak
That ever so familiar disguise
Veiled only in lies
That has only ever made me choke

#origin #backstory #lies #rogue #cloak #disguise

Viseract Apr 2018

Origins

The saying goes, of sticks and stones
Only words could never hurt
Yet hungrily, infested me,
Rooted deep within my earth

Lies the pain of loss, not gain
But only discovered power
That found within a demonic grin
Would surely, destroy, devour

Consumed within the origin
Of bounds beheld by greed
At abyssal depths of consciousness
Sprouts insanity from seed

To view the bliss of ignorance
Another soul be claimed
In fire and burning brimstone
Begs the question of "what is sane?"

Perspective held and all is lost
For who knows right from wrong?
You never see, such sprouted seed,
Until you've found where it belongs

#origin #insanity #perspective #sanity #unstable #mental #vyscern

Ophelia Jolie Mar 2018

Kaleidoscope

Wherever we go, we can find love.
Love is like a kaleidoscope.
Look and admire it, turn it and see how it changes.
Love is so much more than...
a tender touch .....a moment of infinity,
a passionate kiss that robs you of your mind,
.....Sometimes a simply smile is enough....
Love is in the origin always the same....
just love....

#kaleidoscope #love #kiss #origin #smile

Seazy Inkwell Jul 2017

whose child is this

Open your eyes for a dose of oxygen,
Smell a world with tears and spice,
Whose child is this down the doorstep.

You sleep with your fast growing collagen,
Recovering the jet-lag of the unknown I surmise,
Whose child is this down the doorstep.

Yet to come the tag that latches on to your origin,
when living each day has its invaluable price,
Whose child is this down the doorstep.

Will you belong to the cigarettes and scent of gin,
Or shall I see you chase dreams left to their own device,
Whose child is this down the doorstep.

There might be peace or violence had here you been,
You could be a well-built fortune or a random dice,
Whose child is this down the doorstep.

And I am witnessing this, without sorrow or grin,
Wonder, distress and an expired love that will suffice.
Open your eyes for a dose of oxygen,
Whose child is this down the doorstep.

#villanelle #homeless #lost #origin #discovery

Angie Marcano Jan 2018

Roots

This is my origin.
From here I was born.
The roots planted at my feet take me back to a land that was once ours.

In the color of my skin
I can see my ancestors.
Their beliefs.
Their customs.
Their history.
It is not lost.
It lives within me.
Within the native blood that courses through my veins.

I can hear the songs.
The music and the dances around a raging fire.
The song turns to screams.
Fire grows hotter.

The invasion begins by the original immigrants that now call it home.
Spilling blood with weaponry never seen before.
Talking in a language never heard before.
Preaching about gods never preached before.
Taking what once was ours and making it their own.
Calling it home.

But by the color of my skin.
And the blood filled roots within me.
We will remember.
What was once ours.

Wrote this in my history class as I was hearing once again about the foundation of Puerto Rico, my home.

#origin #native #history #roots

Svode Nov 2017

Origin

I hate those people,
who ponder every moment in their life.
Injuries don't hurt them when from the knife
People who struggle to break free from strife.

I hate those people,
who search for their own origin.
The meanings of loss, and of win.
People who stray from their kin.

What are we, but figures of skin?
What are we, but souls of sin?
What are we, what have we been?
What story is there behind a grin?

The stories of men are what I seek.
Behind each face, the messages speak.
Of people turned depressed and morally weak,
and of experiences which leave men bleak.

#life #hardship #depression #thoughts #ideas #philosophy #people #experiences #origin #stories

Druzzayne Rika Nov 2017

game lost

Everything I do,
Everything I change
I try
so many different things
as the day begins,
all my efforts go down
as sun sets.
I lose interest
and feel so much dismay,
the boredom
the worthlessness.
Internally I get the feeling of unexplained grief
it doesn't go away
I do not know the origin of this feeling
but it slowly feasts on me
consumes me
and I lose this game everyday.

#game #lost #try #efforts #grief #origin #feeling