#process poems on Hello Poetry

eunsung aka Silas Mar 2015

think think think

procrastinate
procrastinate
procrastinate

breathe

write write write

#10w #process #writng #humurous #proscrtination

Arif Somji Mar 2015

They come they go,
A dime a dozen.
Look all around,
Then you're frozen.
Out of time,
Out of line.
Far from the top,
But that's all fine.
In a moment,
Sooner than later.
Finds you unexpected
Then you start to cater.
It is that simple,
To make an attempt.
Break free from the walls,
It'll start to commence.
The walls look big,
Yet are just hollow.
Make that step,
And see what follows.
Words begin to flow,
Actions become reaction.
Take it slow,
Don't lose your traction.
The ground keeps you down,
When you're up in the sky.
It's actually happening,
Seize the moment before it dies.
Worry not of the outcome,
Rather about the process.
Detach that constant fear,
And forget about the losses.

Written on February 22nd, 2014

#process #uplift

Jessika Mar 2015

I would prefer having you in bed, But I can't make a move for you to stay.

Hands right,
my temperature is about to disease,
how did we get here?

That exactly isn't what I think...

If I take your shirt out I know what to do when I do,
all I need is a slow move.

If I kiss your neck, my ear it's best place to breath.

Babe, all I do comes deep in.
Babe, all I want to feel it's you in.

But babe, If I look at you, you stare away.

#away #night #him #you #*** #strangers #process #creating #overexposed

Janielle Mainly Mar 2015

Thoughts..

Verses, ebb-n-flow,
My mind, is moving slow,
Everyone should really know,
That they're not the only ones...

No one is the only one...

#mind #thinking #my #should #creative #know #verses #process #everyone #nottheonlyone

Marília Galvão Mar 2015

Some lines to go...

2:28
Live
Feel
Recollect
State of enjoyment
Tranquility.

Words
are
Worth

In reference to William Wordsworth. Concept of "emotion recollected in tranquility"

#writing #process #composition

Lilly Gibbons Feb 2015

The Fort

A fence keeps them out,
Stroking the makeshift gates
The contents withheld, they will never know.
Blocks, sticks, plastic, tape hide what we shouldn't take
Only in innocence will the wonders unfold.
Bickering of imagined enemies, a friend or a foe?
Concrete upon concrete, blocking reality,
Enabling the disabled creative.
Reaching for nothing's, plotting new crimes,
Against generations above.
Makeshift gates working wonders, doing what you love.
Orderly Queue For Reason.
Standing, talking, laughing, humming,
All familiar pattern of living.
Not looking up or down, Straight will lead to the light.
Direction dictated by someone's saying,
Study backwards, look forward but not too far ahead.
Outside the trees are swaying, branches beating their drums.
Inside the mind is playing but sooner or later succumbs,
To daylight and being and just staying true
To whatever it is that is not misconceived.
The clocks move sideways, their handles reach to control the next phase.
And I being honest, not causing scandal, learn to live in an orderly way.

#living #nature #power #creative #process #barriers #pressures

Chloe's Not An Angel Jan 2015

A Poets Understanding

Do you ever think of verses,
While you're brushing your teeth?
Then repeat them inside your head,
As if you're counting sheep?
You rush into your room,
And scribble the lines down.
Do you?
I do.

Do you ever think of things to say,
Not caring if it wants to be heard?
You just get some thoughts together.
Then you pick at some of the words.
And In this wonderful world,
You have the choice to be silent,
While shouting out your emotions.
You don't have to like talking.
You just write things down.
Poetry it becomes.
Soulfully yours and meaningful to more than one.

The poems might just come to you.
Or you might have to think.
But however you come up with it,
You'll be making beauty.
You'll be an artist in control.

Wouldn't we all love to know,
That through this we have power.
The ability to gather thoughts,
And turn them into flowing poems.
That our words can be effective.
That they don't just comfort us.
If we knew they made others feel things,
Relate or understand.
Well that would be fantastic.
That's what we all want to hear.
To be told someone's enjoyed it,
Or that it made them shed a tear.
Knowing that someone understood.
That someone's complimenting how you use words.
It's an amazing feeling.
Especially when poetry's what your so close to.
You owe it all the world.
So someone's compliment,
Would brighten up your days.

If you are a poet,
Then you might understand this.
But we are all different.
We understand different things.
What one could write,
Others may not be able to read.

#poets #process #understanding #differentmeanings

Lauren Marie Jan 2015

Trust and Walk

Perhaps it’s best to not make sense,
but instead trust and accept.

Take it step by step
Without looking for an end.

Life is a process;

You will be led
To where you are destined.

Sometimes I must move before I think. Too often do I find myself overanalyzing and dissecting each situation from A-Z before i've even given myself a chance to try. I always find that things always turn out the way the need to be. My worst fears don't come true, and I get something better than what I had imagined

#trust #life #faith #step #process #accept #destiny

eunsung aka Silas Dec 2014

the process

I write because it feels right
in the process of writing
I am creating something

the Divine spark lives in me
and comes to life in the act of creation

even during my darkest suicidal hours,
I could not abandon poetry and art.
the act of creating and destroying
saved me

the process of writing is like my life
I build and destroy,
and in the process
try to grow from the experience

#writing #process #destroying #creating

William Wiley Dec 2014

It keeps me awake

So much to process.
Process, process, process,
Process, process, process,
Process, process, process,
Until sleep switches off my endless conveyor belt of over-analyzation.

Tonight I'll precisely pick apart things that have no business being harnessed
Until perfect rest precludes my process-a-palooza.

**** this brain.
And **** the thoughts that float through it, wispy, adrift.
Aimless, with no hope of reaching the other side, the action side.

I know exactly what's going to happen.
And yet, still, I will repeat this process.

The definition of insanity comes to mind.
Am I insane?
Those who do what they've always done will get what they've always gotten.
So some frustration is coming down the pipeline, undoubtedly.

But here I am.

Keeping myself awake while my little mind powers through minutes and seconds and hours of data
Burning itself out completely
And yet accomplishing nothing.

Moral of the story?
To overthink is to run a car for hours with no one driving it,
To study vigorously and then not take the test,
To hedge your bets,
To run on a treadmill,
To fight an uphill battle,
To enter into a no-win scenario on purpose.

To analyze too much is to work the muscles of your sanity to the point of tearing. **** it, **** it all. This crucible of introspection, I hate it.

It's all thinking, and no doing.
What kind of world would we have built on thought? Deceptive, static and imprisoned thought, in and of itself?

The procession marches on through the early morning hours,
Until sleep rescues me from this malicious rabble of thoughts
I cringe at their noise, I grow weak from the weight of such an immense amount of perception

My mind shifts and sifts through it all
Until I finally lose consciousness.

#sleep #frustration #thoughts #think #process #overthink #details #processing