#pondering poems on Hello Poetry

Namir Aug 2014

Poems?

What is a poem now?
A release for emotion?
a bottled up fear?
Just words on a page?
We all make them.
But what is your reason?
What is a poem really?
A bunch or words sprawled on a page?
Intricate feelings from one to another?
Its who we are. What we enjoy.
The question is both simple and complex.
We sit here writing with thoughts on mind.
But never ask ourselves "why?"
So what is a poem to you?
That is my question.

Its a pondering question of mine.

#poem #why #thoughts #poems #question #feeling #questioning #pondering

Kate Deter Aug 2014

Highway Trees

If trees could speak,
What would they say?
Could they recount the tales
Of all who crashed
Under their boughs?
Do they keep a list—
Even make it a game—
Of how many cars pass
Per day, per week, per decade?
Do they remember
Each fallen brethren,
Move to catch them
When they fall?
Do they have rivalries
About the biggest size
Or the best patch of soil
Or the most growing seeds—
Or are they past all that
And the weeping willows
Took it upon themselves
To weep for us humans
Who distinguish between
Small insignificances?

#metaphor #trees #pondering #highway

C J Baxter Jul 2014

Nightmares Of A Squinty Corridor

It's not that I believe it doesn't end.
Its just the angle- I cant see for the bend.
I've been walking this plastic corridor since
I pushed through the blackened door unwittingly.
And it's not that I'm longing to walk it with a friend.
I just hope that I make it out the other side fittingly.

Because what If I've grown
Much to large for my humanly confines?
And what if all I own
Is the rags on my back and a collection of fines?

Will I pass through the doors without interrogation?
Or be doomed to walking this squinted corridor
with nothing but a tireless and ever wasting patience?

#pondering #purgatory #thisistheend

Alyanne Cooper Jul 2014

Question #7

Most days I'm ok.
I get up in the morning
Happy to go to work.
I eat my lunch under the pine trees
With a little lizard I've named Bob.
I get home at night and throw on
Smooth bluegrass while I make dinner.
I've got my routine and hardly vary.
But on the days that stray
From my habitual cadence
I also find my thoughts wander to you.
And even though you've been gone
For some time now, and we've both moved on,
I can't deny the existence
Of that small hole in my heart
You left behind.
And I wonder,

*Do you have one too?

#life #question #reminiscing #pondering

Amanda Jul 2014

...Dotted..Line...

Tear this little piece on the dotted line or carelessly,
a shard of you.
Any part.

It will still be a piece of stardust; a wisp of the infinite universe anyway.

Nothing quite the same, never quite this close in our ten fingertips.

Give it to him,
to her,
half-senselessly
&
half with all your heart.

Of course, with a pinch of apprehension, a tickle of doubt,
a sip of shyness.

We will invariably be torn, broken, tugged at.
As, we are always guilty of doing more.

Never less.

There.
You're imperfectly human.

Hey gorgeous soul!
Ooh, did I make you blush?
Oops.
AHHAHHAHAHA.
If I only I could be this brazenly cheeky in reality. :")
Hm.
I hope you, you and you had a brilliant day!
Time to watch the Wimbledon now!
Hug&Kiss;,
Amanda

#love #universe #human #pondering

Alyanne Cooper Jul 2014

"I"

I.
A word that defines
Only one thing
And yet covers a universe.

I
Is me,
And yet is you.

I
Is strong, stubborn, iron-willed
And yet supple, compliant, meek.

I
Is fair beauty
And yet homely.

I
Is man
And yet woman.

I
Is small
And yet...not.

I
Is me
With you.

#thoughts #i #defined #pondering

Amanda Jul 2014

2AM

Suddenly your mind; a piece of the intangible universe melds into
its first home.

Perhaps, that explains the
sleepy eyelids.

Hey darling readers!
I hope you had a brilliant day with a smile flickering on those lips.
x

#thoughts #night #bittersweet #pondering

drownitout Jun 2014

Hereditary

Expensive habits and defensive addicts are what engineers the user rabid,
Rapid heartbeat, zoning in and out.
Foaming at the mouth, clinging to my seat.

Shoot the family, hang the kids, frame the wife,
Any way you look at it there's always a darker side.
Are we talking lights and camera flashes or skull fractures and lacerations?
Most of my time's spent pondering once I hit the pavement,
Taste the blood. Touch the Earth. Hear the sky.
Taunt a love. Fail the search.
Lose your mind.

Face flushed, I pant and sigh, the steam just teasing my numbing sight.
Tease and tickle and ripple, slide,
The droplets slide along my skin that weeps, 'Too tight!'
Rip it off me, rip it wide,
One more line, one more line, and my chest is locking up while my teeth chatter and bite.

All I ever want is all the pleasure-
Probably the problem.
I don't want you all alive when they set down my coffin,
Coughin' up bits and pieces of blood and flesh-

#self #demons #drug #sick #destruction #sickness #vicious #pondering #addicts #foaming