#patterns poems on Hello Poetry

Kenneth Walter Simpson Sep 2014

Patterns of neglect
reside at intersections
with doubts
and the relics of disrespect.

Wounded victims
hide
behind barricades
of anxiety and mistrust.

Gaps for sorrows
coincide with thoughts
trembling
like piano notes.

The ugly side of paradise
immortal, immoral
eluded the glimmer
of an impassive sun.

Oases defined
by the purity of light
shimmer
somewhere outside the mind.

#trembling #purity #patterns #wounded #impassive

Renmar Sep 2014

The Thoughts of a Chain Smoker

I watch as the already exhaled smoke floats in front of me
Dancing decievingly
Convincing me it isn't leaving.
Unfortunately I've convinced myself the same
The smoke fades nearly unnoticed

See, I'm not a fool & I'm far too observant not to notice
Although not foolish, I foolishly believe the smoke will stay
And as the smoke drifts about I notice my own pattern...

I always convince myself that when its practically impossible, something or someone will stay. Just like this cigarette, this pattern is killing me. slowly
The smoke finally disappears into the crisp air
**This time I sigh in relief

#death #thinking #smoke #patterns #foolish #killme

Looona Aug 2014

Fibonacci and the Science of Invisibility

What if I told you that it is possible to dissipate completely
Into the space around us?

I can't tell you what shines the light that evaporates us
Carries us
And blends us into the atoms of elements and electricity.
It's different for every one, every time, I think.

Maybe we taste the vibrato of violin in our veins
Sending our cells on a swing of jazz and laughter
Until our molecules simply dance their way out of existence.

We might forget ourselves in the spiraling of ink
And words
And color
Until we are no longer aware of the process,
Without realising that we are both finding and losing ourselves
In what used to be these melodically silent pieces of pulp.

So instead, we close our eyes, sing a song that reminds us
Of the people we thought we'd be when we grew up
And where the hell is our place
Among all this inexplicable chaos?
Where the hell will our place be?

We're searching for the satisfaction of an answer
The yes or no
The black or white
That most of existence seems to deprive us of;
This formula hands us
That answer for
These questions,
Simple rules, complex consequences.

The integrity of shaping substance
Allows us to share ourselves
Exactly where and how and why
We are where and what and who we are who we are.

We share with it. It shares with us.
It's a process so simple,
So complex,
Creating this pattern,
And it's not just beautiful,
And it's not just useful,
It's inevitable.

We discover things that are impossible to be true
And then discover why it's impossible for them not to be.

#science #existential #universe #patterns #cosmos #fibonacci

Trinity Jones Jul 2014

Continuous

Sometimes
I feel like a terrible person
I've fallen into this kind of pattern
I can't seem to shake
I'm not quite sure
From where I've picked it up
But
I think -- I'm pretty sure
I'd rather be without it

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#love #sad #life #hate #relationships #teen #patterns #dramatic #hardships #continuous

Maggie Emmett Aug 2014

The Mathematics of Poverty

The poor keep moving
as if relocation
could reframe the algebra.

They cannot see that repetition
traces patterns
in their life.

New beginnings become as hopeless
as stale finales
of debt and desperation.

Wishful thinking makes for certainties
gambling against the odds
of possibilities.

Whispered prayers and incantations
leaves no space
for reason’s compass to steady and settle.

If they stood still and mapped the moment
both sides of the equation
would simplify

and they might construct
a new geometry
of anger.

© M.L.Emmett

#anger #desperation #patterns #poverty

Michael McLean Aug 2014

Man of the Cloth

I wear this flannel-plaid red and black button-up long-sleeved shirt

more often than a pair of shoes done-up

to the neck and wrists so tight

bunny-eared laces roped around blue hands and head

I sit on a couch bought however long ago with a floral fabric

dark wood trim flowing from back to arms into its talon feet

dug deep in the flesh of the oak-wood floor

it's quicksand cushions swirl to the dark cracks where change

and TV remotes die where habit lies

contrives to **** the quarters and dimes I might use to buy a new sofa

and wardrobe

#change #patterns

Elise E Apr 2014

All the Patterns in the Wind

Imagine he were a tree
See the leaves, the beautiful leaves?
See the beautiful patterns as they dance in the wind
Now imagine time is the wind

Imagine I am the child
See her so happy, see she loves the leaves?
Imagine the tree is her's and she is the tree's
And imagine time is the wind

Imagine she plays on the tree
See how she hugs it? See how she loves it?
Imagine her sorrow if the wind blew her leaves away
Now remember, time is the wind

Imagine the wind is mild
Can you see all the patterns in the wind?
Creating dances soft and mild
And yes, time is the wind

Imagine the dances
See all of nature join in
Hear the song that nature gives us
The susurrus of the leaves in the wind

Imagine the leaves a-blowing
Imagine all the patterns in the wind
The leaves; they're leaving, they're going!
Recall, what was the wind?

Imagine the tears of the child
As she tries to catch her leaves again
She can not bear to see then going
Oh, time, you wind!

Imagine the sorrow in her heart
Running, running; never stopping again
But she can't stop them, but only gaze
Upon the patterns in the wind

Imagine her running, oh, the child
See her stumble, and fall to the earth?
See her dirt stained tears as she watches her love, her life,
Vanish in patterns in the wind

Imagine, as she lies in the dirt
As she lets the tears of sorrow run down her face
See, the wind brings back a leaf; just one leaf
Oh time, you wind

Imagine her joy, when she sees the leaf at her hand
See she hugs it, she loves it, and plants the seed within
She wants to see her tree, but growth is in time
And time is in the wind

Imagine her joy, imagine her peace
When she sees her tree again
See the leaves, the beautiful leaves
See how they dance in the wind

Imagine the child is happy
Because she now has he, the tree
Dancing with leaves and the wind
As she watches all the patterns in the wind

#14_10/8/13

This is a beautiful story of losing a loved one. Not through death, but through life and time. But remember you can bring them back again.

#love #sad #dance #tears #time #nature #sorrow #tree #she #he #leaves #patterns #wind #imagine #child #dances #chase #hugs #seed