#strange poems on Hello Poetry

Josh Hill Nov 2020

In your dreams
And in your memories
It is there.
Wild fantasy.

Don’t pretend that you don’t chase it
Like a toddler playing make-believe.
And don’t pretend you don’t yearn for it
Like a roaring thirst you cannot quench.

In the dreamscape,
We all run free
And let our thoughts run amok,
But I know you have that wild fantasy.

Through the meadows of your mind
Past the daisies of yesterday,
And the poppies of tomorrow
You chase the little menace.

Into the fields of wheat
That seem like your emotions.
Past the grain silo
That vaguely resembles your memories.

And soon you catch her,
Your mischievous little sister.
You can’t remember what was on your mind before
So the two of you walk back to the farm and

You just enjoy
Your wild life;
In wild fantasy
We are more real than we will ever be.

#conceptual #nature #memories #dream #unique #strange #sleep

Zeena Miedema Nov 2020

Strange death.

Death is a strange thing.
But when life is torturing...
Death whispers a soft lullaby.
A sweet and bitter goodbye.
An I’m so sorry to friends and family.
There’s still a place where we can be.
I’ll try to be there.
When you ever feel the horror and the torture that somehow some people must bare.
I know all about the suffocation of life and how it makes your body and mind feel too old.
Your cramping muscles too sore and your inside too cold.
No way to calm it down but I will somehow change it cause I must.
It’s something I do for me and something you have to trust.
Because there’s no other way and it won’t go away.
Even when I dance in a trance.
I need no more torture.
No more torture.

Death is a strange thing.
Death is living.
When life is torturing.
Whisper sweet lullabies as I’m crying, as you’re crying.
Please understand, I’m never leaving because I’m never leaving you forever.
And I care but it’s so dark and merciless here that it gives me a fever.
One I can only escape in a sweet lullaby.
In a sweet bitter goodbye.
Goodbye, goodnight, I love you, feel the sparkle, feel the warm embrace from behind.
I’m never gone you’ll find.
It will be another night for a moth lying on its side with its arms and legs on its side.
Wings covering its tiny body.
Exhausted and weary, feverish and a tickling cough.
Can’t keep eyes open, can never fully drift off.

02-11-20

#strange #death #sharon #miedema #syonide

Jennifer DeLong Nov 2020

Me

I walk inside seeing my blood flow through the winding paths
I see the many cells all working
together
I feel the warmth of my skin
I hear my heart its rhythmic beats
Its in hear I come to know
how it all works to keep me
here healthy & strong
Its a strange thing indeed
Its a beautiful work of art
Taking a walk into me
Was a adventure
I won' t soon forget
© Jennifer L DeLong 10/30/2020

#adventure #me #inside #alive #body #strange #walk

Jamil Akram Oct 2020

The House

It's dark inside,

the rooms ravaged and the floors frayed,

not a soul would step foot.

Step back onto the grass that's dried,

and you wonder where's the aid,

but there's nothing to input.

You walk back to resume your route,

a body breezes past,

they open the door with no doubt,

you look back, it's you.

#the #house #mystery #strange #new #eerie

Shubhankar Mathur Oct 2020

Portraits

Portraits lying on the old shelf,
Reminds me of a time
I used to do a good impression
Of myself
They say people never change,
It's rather quite strange
That there's a world beyond that door
While I was stuck sleeping on the floor,
Trying to diverge the bold arrow of time
Is in itself a crime?
Things seem unreal
Like a one-hand clappin'
Things take time to heal,
Just let it happen.

The journey of a portrait through time.

#portraits #time #changes #people #impressionist #nostalgic #strange #reality #journey

annh Oct 2020

Obscure Sorrows

Vellichor (n.): the strange wistfulness of used bookstores.

A delightful neologistic oddity! :)

'“The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows”, by John Koenig, is an ongoing collection of invented words, each representing an attempt to find a word to fit a concept for which our vocabulary is currently lacking. Vellichor is one such word, and Koenig’s site has hundreds of others, such as zenosyne (the sense that time keeps going faster), liberosis (the desire to care less about things), and sonder (the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own).'
- Petrichor, Cromulent, and Other Words the Internet Loves. Retrieved from https://www.merriam-webster.com/words-at-play/internets-favorite-words

#bookstores #obscure #strange #sorrows #used #vellichor #wistfulness

Miss Daytona Oct 2020

Strange Times

We see, we hear, we watch,
we talk back. We write.
This is a strange time to be alive.

And if a reader finds this poem,
Buried or dropped or kept:

You see, you hear, you watch,
you talk back. You write.

And I bet you feel the same way.
What strange time it is, indeed,
To be alive.

#life #poetry #reader #writing #strange

Dereaux Oct 2020

Strange beer

Strange thing about beer.
The emptier the bottle is,
the heavier it gets.

#haiku #beer #strange

MA Oct 2020

-Stranger

There’s something about you.
That’s so familiar.
Makes me feel like I’ve been here before.
Like I’ve loved you before.
You make my heart dance.
I swear I met you.
I can’t put my finger on it.
But your just a stranger.

#euphoric #love #strange #soulmate