#place poems on Hello Poetry

Fay Kim Oct 2018

There's a place I wish I knew, a place I sometimes crave, not to run away or hide

But to stay.

I don't know where what or who this place is but I picture it to have my innocence, my confidence, and youth.

Something I feel I lost long ago.

I imagine it to be as warm as spring in mid-day with the fragrance of a childhood smiles, grass stains, the damp of dirt from the rain while a projector plays my best memories on the big screen.

You know

the ones we forget.

I want to go there because lately, I don't want to be here.

I can blame it on the cold mornings or the lecture notes pending in my laptop.
I can say I'm tired of molding every inch of me into the couch or I'm sore from breaking every part of me, and you'll blame it on something childish, ask me what I want - what I want to do - where I want to go.

And my mind will echo with this place I don't know.

#find #my #place

Maxim Keyfman Oct 2018

Longing For Autumn.

autumn autumn well where are you
where are you and your mouth where are you
and your music is the same fall autumn where
where are you why I can't hear everything
why can't I hear or hear everything
and I do not hear you and I do not hear or see
I am yours your mouth

oh autumn oh autumn knock you again you
come to my door come to me my
great inspiration my great revelation
oh come in oh come in and heat you run me like
man demand i demand new updates
and new i'm like person like person want
new water and new food

and again the stars in the sky will play and sing
and again there will be people all singing on their phones
and again and again and again and again I will go
I will go without knowing where and why and I will go
and I will go I will go only in gold only
in the cold only in devastation which means in
too strong filled place

11.10.18

#love #her #she #you #autumn #music #everything #sky #place #water

Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018

Poem for Don G

Meet me at the place where the sunrise and sunset are joined by the prettiest clouds.

A tranquil place where times stood still for more than one eternity.

Stretch out your limbs with Lotus hands and play the spoons for me.

Breath out your life, then breath it in expanding endlessly.

The mother of creation, the atomic act, the divine self, a metaphor for hunger.

A life filled with space gaps, dust, prophecies and jars.

A universal love that's born of dreams and fallen stars!

The proprio-ceptive tools that launched the ships to voyage within ourselves.

To seek out that illusive and wilful spark within our hearts and souls.

Stretch out your limbs with Lotus hands and play the spoons for me.

In that tranquil place where times stood still for more than one eternity.

Meet me at the place where the sunrise and sunset are joined by the prettiest clouds.

Stretch out your limbs with Lotus hands and play the spoons for me.
Don G

Don G
I found a kindred spirit, perhaps there is a kindred place, somewhere nice that we could meet.

#beauty #calm #relaxation #meeting #place #eternity #love

Karisa Brown Sep 2018

My Forest

My Forest
RA
I N
S
Slow ly
To sleep

Each count 1234
Just as sweet

Kumbaya circle of friends
Let's pretend to live there again

#forest #safe #place #sweet #sleep #night #retreat

Rowan Sep 2018

The Bridge

There's a huge bean bag in the corner
the color of rusted tree
and a white painted outline to hold two drawers
of colorful condoms next to the Keurig Machine.
Three circular winded fanciful lights strung above,
shedding semicircular splotches on the walls.
Looking out on the Brooklyn Bridge in the 1893
painted on in black and grey haunts.
There's a magnetic pillar to the left of the too-deep chairs
that at least are comfortable,
but no one has legs that long.
A magazine rack to the right lends a variety of color, from
Love Match to Lavender, it's a mismatch island.
Smells like plastic and a cold air, with a hint of college sweat.
And there's the squeaky roller chair full of business textbooks and drawings of pigeons and bitten fingernails and arms that lead to the edges of the paper.
Masked with worn All Star sketchers and three clocks ticking,
Long labored skies and horcruxes gathered round the edges.
Yet somehow with all the oddities combined,
it's safe and sound under the flag including.

#safe #place #lgbtqia #gay #lesbian #honor #strange