#radio poems on Hello Poetry

Michelle Garcia Nov 2014

there are remnants of you
everywhere i go
and a minute does not pass
without pestering thoughts
of what we were

you are the songs we both loved
and how my eyes still tear up
when i hear them on the radio
and you are the reason why
i choose to sit in silence now

you are the unfinished love note
that burns holes in my pockets,
the one i have patiently waited
five months to send
but you are also the reason why
i cannot bring myself to finish it

#love #silence #you #burning #letter #unfinished #radio

Margar Nov 2014

Please. Let. Me. Sleep.

You know what?
Dear alarm clock?
With your pretty pink dock.
You stalk.
Break my eardrums.
Let. Me. Sleep.
You are weird,
Like no other.
And I begin to ponder
Wonder.
How do you know at what time I wake up?
Or I turn on the radio?
How do you know if I set an alarm for the next morning?
Why are you so loud and mourning.
I don't know about you,
But.
Let.
Me.
Sleep.
Don't be creepy.
Let.
Me.
Sleep.
Don't be loud.
Let.
Me.
Sleep.
Don't know the time.
Let.
Me.
Sleep.
PLEASE.
LET.
ME.
SLEEP!

Just in case you didn't notice,
Dear alarm clock,
Don't mock.
I have an appointment with my bed and pillow.
So.
Shush.

And.
Let.
Me.
Sleep.

I just felt really inspired by my morning and how I don't like it when my alarm clock buzzes because I love sleeping and can sleep for years nonstop. Or go live with bears and hybernate right next to them. Idk....

#sleep #bed #idk #tired #radio #alarm #buzz #letmesleep

Silence Screamz Oct 2014

Twisted Radio

I heard my song
on the twisted radio.
It sent me on a path
that I didn't want to go.

It rang up my past
of hate and deceit.
Sad song of yesterday
gone down in defeat.

It ***** through the straw
of castrated demands.
The beat of the drum
plays in the band.

Put in my place
from every note played.
It's the last song I hear,
I don't want to stay.

#sad #depression #dark #song #radio #twisted

Crysha C Forsythe Sep 2014

R.F.R

They might turn you into one of those catchy radio hits with a cheesy chorus that consists of two repetitive words like "baby oh" if you let them.
Spend hours analyzing the lyrics to your favorite songs hoping to juxtapose the meanings to your every move
as if your favorite songs were a guide to you
The real you is hidden among the staticky stations that only work
on trucker radios and cars with broken antennas.
don't ask me how I know this;just believe me like you always do

#static #radio #radiofree

David Hall Sep 2014

Radio

I still think of you every time I hear a 90’s song.
Which is to say every time the radio is on.
What am I saying, no one owns a radio anymore.

#life #thoughts #you #radio #shortpoem

Kate Lion Sep 2014

Bastille called me to repentance

i listen to "pompeii"
as it burns itself to pieces on the radio
and rises like a phoenix (with no beginning) from the ashes when i repeat the lyrics to myself over and over again

"where do we begin
the rubble
or our sins?"

where did i (the phoenix) begin
in the rubble or
my sins?

are we taken from dust and returned to dust ("how am i gonna be an optimist about this?")

or are we taken from the ashes and redeemed

am i the city everybody loved whose "walls kept tumbling down"

if i was "left to my own devices"
would i even begin?
or would i "close my eyes"
"bringing darkness from above"

but
if a "great cloud rolled over the hill"

could my sins be forgiven
could my sins be forgiven
yet?

#ashes #sin #fire #forgiveness #burn #dust #redemption #radio #pompeii #bastille