#shape poems on Hello Poetry

Barton D Smock Feb 2016

shaping

it wasn’t
that he’d been
in a terrible
accident
but that
the image
I had of him
hadn’t

sight has a single trick

show me a food
can keep
itself
from being
eaten, one of these

is older
than the other (the hands)

the parents
of touch

#miss #shape

JR Rhine Feb 2016

Twice

I've never read
                                                                              the same poem twice.

                 Laying in bed,
                                                     words shift in my mind.

                                                                                           You hear they've said
lightning don't strike twice.

#poem #mind #inspiration #identity #read #lightning #twice #shape

nate1990 Jan 2016

waves of mind

I
Ts
Jus
Taga
Mewep
Laywith
Ourminds
Combinatio
NsofLetter
Stomakes
ensofita
Llthou
Ghitn
Ever
Eve
Rw
IL
L

Continuous sentence.
It's just a game we play with our minds. Combinations of letters to make sense if it all - though if never ever will ~

#wave #shape

Ciel Jan 2016

Thoughtless Thoughts

Do you ever wish 
The bus ride would never
end,
 So you could continue  
To stare blankly  
At the boring
 Bland 
Scenery passing by 
On the other side
 Of the horrid
scratched up 
window 
And not have to deal
 With all the ****** 
Depressing 
Empty 
Thoughts  in your mind 
That contemplate  
Everything  and
Nothing
 All
at
once
? 
Because,
 Right now ,
I certainly don’t
want this  boring  
Quiet bus ride
to end.
 It’s much
better
than
the  
Noisy
 Tedious  
Thoughts
that
keep
 flitting
through
my brain.

#poetry #sad #depression #empty #windows #thoughts #bus #shape #rides

Austin Martin Jan 2016

Rapids

A
splash
overtakes
the stern and
rocks grind the
gunwales. Quick to
maneuver, draw draw
draw, easing the boat into
calmer waters; pause. A deep
breath to regain  focus  and  scout
the stream ahead. White water, boiling
foaming writhing as it is forced reluctantly
along. Trout shimmer under the  warm  sun
cutting  effortlessly  through the  brisk  water.
Disrupted and scattering they  flee as a  stroke
breaks the surface, bubbles  rise  off the paddle
ascending like the decent  of  snowflakes  falling
falling falling to the surface above. On this ground
blanketed by freshly  fallen snow, water bugs  dart
back and  forth more quickly than the eye can  see,
disturbing  only a  slight  dimple  below. These  too
flee as the water  is  broken, cut in half, by  the keel
of a slender hull sliding seductively over the surface.
The  pace hastens. Unified, the  paddler and  boat
react  and flow as one. Tipping forward over the
brink, the canoe shoots forward over thrashing
snow. Quick right. Dodging a fallen weathered
tree. Quick left. Swooping past  a  rocky  isle.
Whitecaps breaking and eddies twisting, a
sirens  song,  drawing  the  boat  closer.
Violent spray distracts from the call of
the sirens and the canoe is buffeted
from side to side rocking perilously.
Waves reach up in a welcoming
embrace as the boat quivers.
Regaining balance it soars
onward,  leaving  the
anguished water
with only a
fading
wake.
V

-AM

#metaphor #river #canoe #shape #rapids

Trevon Haywood Jan 2016

Beauty is in the shape of my raindrop.

They say beauty is in the shape of my raindrop, and i always stay warm every single day.
And that's what I realise how beautiful I am just like the others.

Anonymous. 1/10/2016.

#in #of #beauty #the #my #is #raindrop #shape

Julie Grenness Oct 2015

THE UNIVERSE AND THE ALBATROSS. (hum along to Albatross by Fleetwood Mac).

On love and astral travelling,
Through the stars we're wandering,
On the universe we're pondering,
My eternal love, Napoleon,
Intangible man, but full of fun,
Our jewelled cloak of stars,
We've journeyed from afar,
Shape shifting, glittering,
On love and astral travelling,
I'm no Carlos Santana,
I have no scarlet bandana,
I am the oestrogen,
Old Josephine,
Where haven't we been?
I have no testosterone,
You're my "Yes, master!" Napoleon---
On love and astral travelling,
Sentimentally wandering,
Are you Angelus or Incubus?
Reminiscing, reflecting,
Comical groupies for loving,
On love and astral travelling......

A whimsy inspired by music, the Albatross.

#stars #the #universe #travel #shifting #astral #shape

Rachel Julia Oct 2015

Hands (Body Series)

my hands tell a story
of living.
a story of being happy, sad, hopeful, and hopeless.
my hands say where i’ve been
and hold the knowledge to where I will go.
my hands see the people I have touched,
the tears I wiped away, the things I grasped,
and those that I should have let go of.
my hands are big, dexterous, and strong.
they touch, type, and hold.
I have seen
the wonder my hands can create.
my hands mold, shape, and color.
they wear rings, polish,
dirt, sweat, bruises, cuts,
and scars.
my hands hold in every variation
a memory.
my hands know me.

#hands #human #body #touch #create #shape

Ciel Oct 2015

Rain

Rain
t r i c k l e s
             d
o
    w
n
the gutters into the
small
p u d d l e
collecting
        below,
drip,
drip,
drip,
plop,
plop,
plop,

water       into the
falls        puddle,
splashing onto your
stationary
        sneakers.
can’t make yourself
M O V E
[out] of the r   i
      a  n.
because you can’t tell
the
difFerence b e t w e e n
the t
e
    a
r
    s
from the clouds
and the t
         e
    a
r
                    s
from your eyes.

it ruined the shape of my poem, and i can't seem to change it. Maybe I'll try fixing it again some other time.

#poem #sad #depression #tears #rain #shape #puddle #streaming

hellopoet Oct 2015

pitcher plant

°●°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°●°
°empty vessels°
can filled with
what is essential,
●● light and air, ●●
all else weighs down
● ● intoxicates ● ●
°•○●○●○●○●○●○●○•°

#word #life #minimalist #inspire #shape #shapepoem