#syllables poems on Hello Poetry

Jo Barber May 2018

Poems

Poems are so fine.
I do them all the time,
sell 'em for a dime.
Such pretty, pretty rhymes.

A writer's block exercise.

#poems #poetry #syllables #writers #block #writing #dime #rhyme #simple #pretty

Marg Balvaloza May 2018

Muli

Nang makita ka
Lukso ng aking puso’y
Lalong bumilis
Kislap ng mata
Ngiti sa aking labi
Pilit tinago
Ako’y nautal
Di nagkanda-ugaga
Dahil nagalak
Sapagkat tayo’y
Bubuo ng memorya
Nang magkasama

© LMLB

For someone who made my heart skip a beat from the moment I lay my eyes on him, not for the first time, not for the second time, neither the third time; perhaps—– every time. // 03.29.18

#haiku #575 #syllables #muli #ph #philippines #tagalog #pagibig #gaze #admiration

ms reluctance Apr 2018

Before the Kiss

“Okay,” said she,
“If you promise you will
always, always let me be free,
I will let you
kiss me.”

“Promise,” said he,
“Never, never shall I
use love to hopple you to me.
Now, pucker up
baby.”

#napowrimo #glopowrimo #day2 #love #free #pentastich #fivelinepoetry #themarianne #syllables #kiss

Poetic T Mar 2018

A Dictation Upon Paper

A fluency within a displacement
                                 of symmetry.
      Empathy lingers after factual
      embers leave charcoal stains.

                 The nib static,
                                          so much
                          without a gesture
                                  of movement.

#pen #words #syllables #paper #emotion

Michael Mar 2018

Syllables

These words can't write sober.
Atleast that's what I told myself before I took the alcohol from my pen.
There were no more memoirs, mediocre or mundane.
There was plagiarism and perfectionism. Not a word had left the page.

And when I gave the pen his requested drink, sick did he become.
Copious prose spewed from his mouth; a ***** of ceaseless release.

And that's the story of how I found happiness, and realized it's not for me.

#prose #pen #syllables #thought #early #alcohol

Semicolon Mar 2018

Empty Verses

If my messy letters and my haywire words
don’t speak my stories to you,
if my commas hanging down the lines and my full-stops flying away from them
add no essence to my tales for you,
if my chaos and my strangled thoughts aren’t strong enough
for you to let down your walls,
if all you see in my writing is scribbles,
then, for you, I’m a whole universe waiting to be unfolded…

Read my words,
because their silence would scream my mysteries out to you;
look at those syllables,
they would unfurl my world before you;
feel my scripts,
they would echo the colors I hold within.

Read what I write,
and behold my words paint my worlds before you...

My heart breathes the stories my pen says in words...

#verses #syllables #writing #poetry #words #stories #scripts #world #silence #chaos

branded glaciers GE Feb 2018

Untitled

what are my arms
minus my soul
here
take them
?

...
..
.

10 words exactly
forget
...
..
.

#syllables

branded glaciers GE Feb 2018

Untitled

just past my window
her hair makes
the
breeze
beautiful
?

...
..
.

...

seen 10 word Tuesday
then seen handrail
below hair
elsewhere
...
..
.

#13 #syllables #exactly

Ryan Jan 2018

Thinking

Thinking is a difficult thing.
Thinking is a difficult thing.
You think that thinking may be too much thinking for you,
Your mind flowing like the wind, in the wind, on the wind,
Stepping through the passage of the wind, unknown to you.
Highlight cities in grass so green
That thinking seems a silly thing
Thinking is a difficult thing.

I've decided to post all of the poems I've written, in the order that I wrote them. My first has already been posted and it is called "Movements of Water".

I didn't like this poem at first but it's sort of grown on me and it's fun to say.

#thinking #difficult #syllables #structure #nonsensical #mind

Quinntin Bravo Dec 2017

I Hate The Snow

I hate the snow
Each flake elegantly dancing their way down the sky
Slowly drifting in which direction they please to
Leaving cold stings across my face

I hate the snow
Each flake containing an intricate hidden design
Millions of masterpieces laid across the streets
Only to be melted away

4-13-12-8
I might try other poems with similar syllables because I enjoy random math things

#winter #snow #dislike #syllables