#san poems on Hello Poetry

Brianna Nov 2014

I remember looking across the Golden Gate Bridge thinking... This was it! We could never be who we used to be.

Wind in our hair as we drove fast on the interstate... Just you laughing at me and me smiling at you.

What joy to be young and dumb and in love with each other and life.

It was a cool California night, we drank wine under the moonlight and roamed the city with brown paper bags in our hands.

You arms around my shoulders your lips against my cheek... I couldn't help but think this was it! We could never be who we used to be.

There's something about the city at night with its lights and the thought that danger could be around any corner.

But this was exactly where we ought to be... Just you laughing at me and me smiling at you.

#love #wine #nature #joy #smiling #laughter #california #francisco #windy #san

Eva Ellen Oct 2014

God

What is beautiful in San Francisco?
Nothing.
In this city we are all ***** sinners looking for a sweet distraction of purpose.
What is beautiful about San Francisco?
Everything.
In a place where desperation meets innovation, we give birth to skyscrapers, art, music, joy, hate, ***, love, and positively shining ideas. However essential to our existence and our sanity, these things are ugly because they stem from us and are therefore destined to warped, mangled, stretched, killed, and forgotten. But San Francisco tries on, steady as her bridge, to bring people to the enlightened kingdom. But we dark inhabitants are fated to lose the battle; for she cannot help us rise above the pull of the flaws of man.
This is the story of me.
And of Him.
And of San Francisco.
The story of opportunity for a new life, and an unavoidable failure.

#sin #god #religion #free #fate #symbolism #city #will #francisco #san

Josh Aug 2014

Portrait of a Subway

Encased in metal, their bodies careened towards the city. The grinding, the metal on metal screeching, quieted their thoughts.

Head against glass, crowded and foggy, the mother in grey plots her scheme to the nearest bottle of liquor. The man with guilt in his eyes, clutches her hand and wonders when he can get away.

They coast past creeks of muck and cigarette butts. Two bodies on their way to the next hour.

The small girl sleeps on her mothers chest breathing foul ash from the air. Her father smokes with his hand behind a book and exhales sour remorse from his worn lungs.

The mother with heavy eyes, avoids wishful thinking. She has never relied
on luck, so she sits, encased in metal ignoring faces and avoiding eyes.

#new #city #york #train #francisco #subway #san

BML Jul 2014

In the shadow

You are my sun,

I don't want to be the dark side of the moon,

I want your rays shining upon me,

I want to bathe in them, be submerged.

Don't let me drown in the tides of my sorrow,

The crashing waves are tearing me apart.

The solid rocks are breaking to sand,

and so is my heart.

#moon #shadow #ocean #sea #weather #waves #start #san

Manic Bipolar Kid May 2014

The New Age

So this is the new age

                             Of many iron lords

                          Did it live past the lineage

                       Did it give omage to the lore

                        Of many creatures before it

                                  A timeless score

                               The age of aquarius

                          Our elders lead us in scorn

                Of painful plights or new beginnings

                                     Rage on kids

                                    We’re winning

                    And let us know that on this night

                                A star burned out

                            A desert frozen on sight

                    Old crow bit the dust that night

                   They cried in failure but didn't know

                              A New Age is Coming

                               Crow knew it to be so

To old Scare Crow may your spirit live on wherever you are my brother. Rage on kid!
www.eugene-moon.weebly.com

#moon #of #the #new #desert #age #m #crow #aquarius #beat #scare #san #nicholas #kurtz #eugene #diego

Martin Narrod Apr 2014

April 26, 2014

In every one-word world, exotic spaces' gradual state of life proclaimed as a melon . As the urges to divide the pleasures of the infernal forth from the happiness which has closed in to the square-shaped restless less rolling boxes. And what the treat is if all of the souls from the cypress take the higher breaths of the shrew and belabor them unto the points of humanity, uncivilized humanity that is quite bountifully.

During this autumnal abscission where the alizarin and pallid arms and edges, crooked and afraid, steep in the sullied tatterdemalion and the mysophilia that emimart

#love #heartbreak #poem #poetry #broken #poet #fear #life #heart #living #afraid #boy #boys #muse #ache #live #autumn #heartache #chicago #francisco #pleasure #crooked #sanfrancisco #dates #date #martinnarrod #musedandamused #exotic #shortpoems #pleasures #themuse #malepoets #san #gradual #autumnal #dothebadthing #kelseylocken #kelsey #locken #infernal #proclaim #highlandpark #beartbroken #fifthstep #twelvesteps #tatterdemalion #mysophilia #emimart #musedandamuseds #murmur #menwhowritepoetry #dated #tropicalparadise #boyhoodromance #boyhood

Martin Narrod Apr 2014

good night moon

Your colors are so heavy, how dare I, I cannot sleep. Years inundated under, through skin coils, marigold fields. Yellow crocuses, orange California poppies. Moors of cattle ranchers, yokes of oxen. Plasticine uber-confidence, silky white-skinned testubular thrice people harmonies. Blisses of contagion, contagious bliss. Wrists and incisors, tying down in a bedroom, waking up to live harps and choruses. You dance like you're so alive, but I'm so alive I can't dance. Or breathe. Or knead my fists of earthen wears, or sell my soul completely. I drove off a cliff last night, but the four foot fall ended neatly. The plateau authors my chance to sew my bright, beyond- my fortunes. But the hour before I fall asleep, seems to be the greatest torture.

#love #heartbreak #poem #life #sleep #flowers #cant #dreams #romance #people #flower #best #had #the #forgetting #dreaming #romantic #you #*** #skin #it #souls #three #hours #colors #years #live #chances #heartache #yellow #metaphors #heavy #get #emotional #poppies #author #ever #year #nightmares #naughty #california #francisco #lives #sentimental #cattle #daft #sanfrancisco #plastic #martinnarrod #virginia #blackhole #tips #authors #narrod #martin #britniwest #***** #thrice #droves #porm #poemporn #thehours #oxen #uber #crocuses #marigold #mrsdalloway #virginiawoolf #woolf #dalloway #icantsleep #cantsleep #notsleeping #heavyemotions #marigolds #dayofthedead #britniswest #callanwest #bwest #thisisnotadanceparty #anotherbreakoftheheart #faketales #san #pacificcoasthighway #fishnets #nightdress #crises #tabasco #rascal #**** #sextips #sentimentality

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