#other poems on Hello Poetry

Afrodita Nestor Mar 2015

The other side of the moon
is not dark as it is said
It’s not mean nor have ever been
It’s not red nor grey
It’s not yellow or blue
It’s real as you and me
It aches as we do
Because it’s the other
Not the one we could see

The other side of the moon
Is what makes me wonder
When I see into your eyes
From an inch of space
Between our naked souls
And it’s not the eyes
that make me wonder
It’s not your words
that make me stronger
It’s the silence in between
That wakes me up from the dream

Where the moon and I dance around
Where the dark and light it’s all the same
Where front and back doesn't matter
Where you have just one face
And not a hundred from which you choose
And there are no lies that make me lose
The fight of love
The fight of freedom
The fight for truth against your demons

The other side of the moon
Is what makes me feel close to you
Though I cannot see it
I am sure it’s part of you

Copyright Afrodita Nestor

#love #moon #true #demons #ache #other #side

Eleanor Rigby Mar 2015

My Grandmother's Ring

The months were passing
As my doubts growing
Higher and higher.
I was thinking that
She was just a summer fling,
That we were just mad
At each other,
That we will eventually
Get back together.

Anyway,
My doubts carried on
Until the merry merry day
I saw my grandmother's ring
Around her finger.
And I knew we were pretty much over.

F.Z.**N

#together #over #ring #months #other #finger #around #grandmother #each #eventually

Eleanor Rigby Mar 2015

Some Other Girl

Okay maybe you found yourself
Some other girl,
You don't need me any more.

F.Z.**N

#girl #need #yourself #maybe #more #any #found #other #some #14w

Aseh Feb 2015

Tequila

the stuff that makes me loud while
the mind whispers softly, reminding
me not to speak
about the pain

the stuff that makes the eyes' luster dim
around the edges
(but we're always
evolving
behind
the eyes)

the stuff that makes us fitted
or whole or pierced
or shed or Other
or perpetually looking down
at our own interactions

the stuff that makes me hypothesize
you across the table
as fitted and whole or maybe
you are broken and barricaded

either way
I want to know you
and
your
warmth,
and
your drift
in the attention span
(can't count to five
seconds without
changing
activity constantly drifting
in and
out
of
life),
and
your electricity, and
vulnerability,
and
your ease in
knowing me differently
than I'm used to,
and
your affection concealed
with halfhearted punches,
and
your inability to Be
without fully Being

the stuff that glides
warm and
burns
down
the
throat

#real #i #me #now #being #connection #identity #beginning #other #private

EJ Aghassi Feb 2015

feelings and things

the obvious tragedy
torment me torment me
light rain to torrent
puddle to sea
it lines up so
perfectly

these are just some
lines in place of those
I'd rather have led
up my nose
or is it lead?
oh well, who knows
there's sun draping
the flowers that grow

that is what should be
the focus now, those
flowers literally
let it resound
they reach pretty finger
into the ground
embrace the earth
let it resound

the goal is to rise far
above, the putrid petty
pushes and shoves
a pitying glance from
the woman you love
your pride, starved for
romance, worn like
a glove

it's reachable in some
context, though those
roads aren't
illuminated yet
but they lay still
tread-able and you
have able step
light your own way
illuminate yet

it's hard to convey
the meaning, of
this whole mess
feelings and things
I myself don't know
what good it brings
this whole mess
feelings and things

drunk among other things

#poetry #drunk #life #lonely #thoughts #things #other #among #neorealism

Prabhu Iyer Feb 2015

Mon nom | The Hermit

Reflected by the mountain stream Have the cherubs gone over the skies, When the evening came I was all things and Now when I walk out alone from the mist, long after

the embers kept us warm When you came leading me out, When did I lose you?

my calm warm shoulder. I roll over in the biting cold for will you believe me? we walked in snow I see the early moon, silent and poignant.

If I say mon nom In my sleep searching,

Who are you? The chorus;
Who am I? I was what you said I was. Soliloquy.
The stars are rising for their dusk-dance in my eyes.

I was love, I was a mother, drawing crimson curtains to play in the park? The corners, they are all empty and faint in the mists.

I see only a shadow's arm around me - I was a teacher. clasped clad in love that others said I was.

Now, gone, none my datum and reference.

Have you gone for a stroll my love? celestial light, I walked deeper into the night, away from your green-golden presence.

Series inspired by the life of this remarkable hermit-woman:
http://www.bbc.com/news/magazine-30796537

Deliberate use of disjointed Surrealist constructions. Here to convey a haunting mood, I've used what I call the 'spider method' - a question spawns several inter-linked chains of thoughts none of which fully answers it; having spawned them, the question sits in the center, alive, and still pulsating with life. It can take any of the directions;

.

#love #self #lost #identity #other

Daniel Hunt Jan 2015

I'm not like the other guys

I'm not like the other guys.
I can't escape this it always finds me,
I try hard to stop it but there's no stopping.
I can't fight it off because it's not of my control,
It's how other people think and I'm just a fool.

I can't escape what others percieve me as,
I just be myself and I guess I'm an ***.
I don't understand why I keep getting pushed down,
I am the nicest guy I know and yet I'm being like all guys around.

I try hard to be the best and the opposite of the others,
But it seems like in the end I'm just like my twin brother.
I'm nothing special and I'm just an idiot,
Don't feel bad if you've called me that I'm used to it.

My dad would say I'm a failure at life that I need to just see,
I tried to block that out but that's exactly what others have shown me,
I'm nothing special and I'm just like the others why even try?
It's like every girl I come across would be better off if I die.

I'm the guy that will cry when I'm told something wrong,
It's probably because I've held all my emotions in for so long.
I know there's great times but then there's the bad,
and when those bad occurs it just makes me really sad.

I'm not lying when I say I try **** it I try really hard!
I don't want to be that ******* of a guy that ****** in peoples yards!
I try not to be that horrible guy that plays 2-3 girls,
I try not being that horrible guy that's ***** rules his world!

I know that I think with my brain or atleast I say I do,
I'm sorry to all if I've ever hurt any of you.
I'm reconsidering what I've thought from the first time this happened,
I might just delete this account and that's just going to be the end.

Please don't be mad or sad, don't tell me to stay.
I'm probably going too anyways,
I'm just trying to smile for once again this is my escape,
But how can your sanctuary be something that's worse in a way?

I love you so much, I love you all I'm not lying.
But I can't stand the girls that turn their backs on me,
Because inside I'm really dying.
I'm not an emo so ***** all of you if that's what you see.

I'm just someone confused with this site,
Who can't stand all the fights,
I want this to be the place that's right,
But soon it'll take over my sight.

If you want me to stay, then show me that im diffrent,
Make me know, im not like the others,
I want to show guys here, that im diffrent.
Tell me should I stay?

I made this poem, becasue I wanted a way, to tell girls that i'm not like all types of guys on this Planet, some can be diffrent.

#not #im #the #like #guys #other

AnnaStorm Dec 2014

Betragtende

Når historien presses sammen til én stund
Holder vejret og betragter en andens liv
Med alle følelser griber ud efter øjeblikket
Og halser efter handlingen som én der vil være med
Kaster stjålne blikke efter situationernes virkelighed
Håber på at mennesket vil vende om
Se på én og ændre retning
Men med handlingen som livet
ændres kursen uden mig
Kradser lydløst væggen tynd
For at holde luften inde
Men når øjeblikket er gået i stå
Og historien blot fortsætter i mit hoved
Er det at virkeligheden rammer som en lussing
Starter op og sættes i omdrejninger
Huskes handlingen efter
Har øjeblikket undfanget virkeligheden
Mennesket rækker ikke ud efter mig
Men når jeg stopper tankernes forudrettede mønster
Vender han sig om og kigger på mig
Smiler adskildt fra en verden
der formidler drømme jeg ikke kendte til

#poem #world #true #looking #other

Sombro Dec 2014

The Broken Gear

The midnight prowl, tides of you and me
Too putrid and thick to be seen as the sea
I don’t want to gamble, to lose what may be
You hammered the bars, but I am still free

Now listen, don’t turn, don’t ignore what you feel
I hate you as well, your opinions of steel
When we sleep together, sharing a mind
I’m ready to die, to swallow you blind

Your thoughts rattle when I shake my head
You seem to squirm when you’re easily led
As we’re shaken by fears, racked with despair
Lashings of heat burn out what is fair

So leave me, please, I no longer need fall
I grew out of my huddle, my corner is small
I ****** my thumb to keep our disguise.
But you've tightened the vacant space behind my eyes

It’s sick and grey when my body is eating
Thoughts of the others, my defence is a beating
So much of you is put into a greeting
But my friends got me through with every meeting.

#space #new #other #challenge

matt Nov 2014

locksmith

I never felt so free to just be me I can’t see how you unlock me like a key. You see the inner me because while I am a locksmith you unlocked me.

#love #self #happy #lock #me #free #other