Mhall46184@aol.com https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com No One is Your Vibrant Stereotype One’s words and one’s friends are not tuning forks They do not vibrate, and are thus not vibrant Nor are they folksy, colorful, or quaint Curiosities for you to collect Poetic verse is free of DNA An iamb suffers no identity It boldly speaks its rhythm clear and strong And metric feet march to their own chosen beat But If you feel that any culture should vibrate Then go sit on yourself and just…rotate
A poem is itself.
Vibrant streaks of green and blue and violet twist in your eyes, like a
beautiful galaxy and I want nothing more than to catch each shooting star and leave my wishes on your lips.
I'm not sure that this is a poem but rather a pretty thought. It was written in 2016.
as the planets inch closer,
stardust trembles. lights of green hues and vibrant blues dance overhead. I'll follow the north star over mountainscapes, oceans, and everything in between to be with you.
is my mood ring broken?
or did i forget what it felt like to know you? i often wonder if i've numbed to it all, but maybe my heater just stopped working. all the same, i've forgotten the sound of my name on your lips, the air passing through, like a parting kiss. so why let it be spoken at all? is my mood ring broken? all i'm feeling is small.
my phone screams, but there is no voice
even the silence burns my ears nowadays.
That morning Glory
Which children spread. Over earth and sky, Lingers like secret sunshine. Permeating a multitude of roofs, A multitude of rooms. On oceanside grey, Their precious feet tread. Bringing refresh of light, With every laugh. I gaze at the sand, With remnant proof that Children of light walked here. When I am still, The Wind brings me Whisper of their joy. Giggling brooks, Shining stars, Vibrant flowers of the field, Cannot compare To the sweet music Of Child's contagious laughter, And the light God gave them, Shining clear through their eyes of bright.
The first paragraph has some themes inspired by G.K. Chesterton's book on Saint Francis of Assisi.
Awake to radiant hues
Sweet sunrise lullabies Cherry red underbelly Take me to your home in the cold night Let us dance a fearless catwalk Don’t hide in silence Let’s dance A naked truth uncovers us aloud
Pieces of broken glass,
Scattered colors, An orange ribbon, And a fresh red rose.
Be out of the box. Never confine your potential because of words or worse. Realize that you are not a clone. You are a product of tomorrow. You can never be someone else successfully. So why try?
Oh my love, you are so youthful,
And you are so beautiful. Oh my love, you are so exotic, And you are so energetic. Oh my love, you are so pretty, And you are such a cutie. Marrying you will do good, Let me be finally blessed.
My HP Poem #1772
i flew away
to an unusual reality their skin had a faint glow matching the vibrant hair the personas were moving while i was at a still i caught myself smiling through my numbness as my conscious returned to me the colours in my vision turned dull once again
a trip to a numbing vibrant reality