#piece poems on Hello Poetry

elissa Jun 2014

I scribbled your number over, over and over again
on a piece of paper, hoping it would make you call
me once more and linger over a conversation longer
than two minutes and I swear I wasn't superstitious
like my mother who hated it whenever I broke mirrors
and walked under ladders; she said I was such an idiot,
I think it's catching up with me like the salty wind to our
skin during the first night you kissed me and said I was
pretty decent and it's okay if I scribble your number a thousand
more times just to hear you say that again.

#hope #piece #over #conversation #mirrors #superstition #number #linger

Maurice D Sassoon Jun 2014

Inner Beasuty

It doesn't matter how so plain
Or rough the crust may be,
The kernel is what truly counts --
The part we cannot see.

A piece of land perceived as good
And ripe for human toil
May yet prove unproductive
Without the proper soil.

Can we appraise the saber
While still within its sheath,
Or comprehend the ocean
Unless we look beneath?

Sights we often fail to see
And thoughtlessly pass by
May be those that satisfy
The palate, not the eye.

#of #piece #human #rough #land #plain #proper #crust #toil #kernel

Ironatmosphere Jun 2014

Graduation

It feels like I’ve forgotten something
Like there is something I should go back and get
But the truth is that I lost something
And I’ll never find it
It won’t be in a lost-and-found
It won’t be anywhere
I lost
A piece of myself
And I’ll never get it back
Because the part of my life that piece lived in
It is over
And it can’t be repeated
*ever

I’m not sure whether that is good or bad

#lost #piece #forgotten #graduation

Julia Jun 2014

Sweet, sweet poison

I held the paper
the sweet lie
in my hands
and devoured it.
Each word
like a drug
lulled me
More.
And more.
The poison seeped
into me
My heart absorbed
it.

Now the cold wind
swirls in it
Pain. Cold pain. It's real.
The missing piece
destroys me.

#words #heart #pain #poison #piece #missing

it's ok May 2014

Up Above

The stars were once so friendly,
dancing with the moon to radiate on each
satellite, plant, galaxy solar system
The stars were once so bright,
But that was before they saw a bitter life form
And they dimmed a little
They met the city lights, and saw they were
least important with such beauty,
A planet with stars of it's own,
which lead the stars to dim enough
But then the far away suns noticed
Hatred, and the beloved planets
not being taken care of,
water sources being drained,
Fake satellites being place all over,
The forbidden moon having
Earth's stolen elements stabbed into
Planets hid, and now
All the stars are all a dot to twinkle
Still holding onto that last piece of illumination
and lately, the moon seemed a little dimmer

How many times
How will you write
About a glorious light
It's mighty bright
When will you realize
it's worse off than you
Let me be when I stargaze
The sky will look back at me and reminiscence

#sad #hatred #life #moon #fake #not #realize #of #beauty #stars #galaxy #away #the #are #forbidden #water #dancing #and #noticed #you #on #*** #piece #bitter #last #when #was #about #its #to #but #than #light #now #years #being #solar #system #still #over #all #so #were #important #form #write #they #beloved #times #care #that #city #enough #planets #once #how #planet #plant #will #met #with #then #place #off #bright #holding #into #little #stolen #worse #many #saw #lead #stabbed #dim #hid #lights #taken #such #far #radiate #wise #progress #drained #dot #elements #which #least #friendly #glorious #suns #each #mighty #before #satellite #illumination #having #onto #sources #satellites #lately #dimmed #earths #seemed #dimmer

Tia May 2014

Old Love

Is it crazy to be in love?
To give your heart to someone you trust..
An old love.
Someone you gave a piece of you.
Someone you thought you would never loss.
But you do.
Till one day they come along.
And tell you
They have kept a piece of you.
Safe from harm.
Can you never loss love?
Can they be true.
And really want you.
Or are they wanting to just take another piece of your heart?

#love #harm #broken #life #heart #loss #past #true #you #piece

Dhaye Margaux May 2014

waiting

She sat there alone
Under his table
Like a puppy waiting
For a piece of bone

She always ask herself-
   Should  she stop waiting
       Or should she continue believing?

Now she's here sitting
From a distance,  waiting
That he will take a look
At the small souvenir she left
Under his table
Before she walk away...

There's something under his table...

#love #goodbye #piece #bone #puppy