#vicarious poems on Hello Poetry

Bello Micheal Oluwatimileyin Jan 2

I want my voice

- to steal fright and darkness and restore it with hope & freedom
- to rumble emotion into evanescence of transformation
- to answer your imbalance heart
- to question your wrong notion and naturally free you from your past.
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I am not Jesus, but my words can be converted as:
Still as water,
soothing as cold water,
Real as truth,
Direct as straightline.

Poetry is an art with no specific purpose of act.
But it pays taxes of emotion.

~Mikelson

Poetry gives a clear imagery of someone experience. By it, you enter someone's world and experience the pains, struggles and love. Poets die many times like bullets stiff at their bones and marrows.

#poetry #poem #life #vicarious

Toreinss Pinwinkel III Nov 2024

Synergy

Collaboration's implicit excitations explicate expectations
Unity's myriad augurs geomancy's indications
Demagoguery's ostensibly intuitive impetus coordinations
Extravagantly exorbitant panaceas appreciate exaggerations

Prolifically profuse profundity's autonomous gestations
Empirically emulate epistemology's exogamous creations
Intrigue's imperative promulgation's quantum fecundations
Fealty's ephemeral enunciation's explicit complications

Hypercritically exponential prophylaxis protocol's interpretations
Sacrosanct unary's preternatural predilection's extrications
Eventuation's evocative illuminism avant garde's ostentations
Corrupt costume counselor's indicative explications

Assimilation's synthetic synthesis' ascensional implications
Ominous phenomenon portrayal detinue's integrations
Umbral ultraism's penumbral platitude's objectifications
Futurity's spontaneous flamboyance's apotropaic expiations

Annex annul, implicite implement implicate!!!

#vicarious #allusion #allege #allegiance #allegorical

Dave Robertson Aug 2021

I love you, mankind

To love when other people
feel happy in themselves
is the best bit of human

seeing other’s smiles
and feeling their confidence,
resilience, bliss or comfort rise
makes being alive make sense

The claws of jealousy,
covered in fibre-glass bristles,
can make you believe
that their gain is your loss
which is utter toss

Switch to embracing their joy
and you’ll employ your own

#humanity #love #empathy #joy #vicarious #contacthigh

Diljeev May 2021

words be thy breath

The past fades, it must,
alas! you fade to dust,
oblivion be thy death,
you are but a phantom,
words be thy breath,
mine in writing them.

Vicariously,
you pull through,
A man merely has one
yet this one gives life to two?
One as elegant and lovely,
her immortality
deserved to be made true,
words be thy breath,
mine in writing them.

Dreams be thy eyes,
mine sinking in them,
hours, days, months,
passed and to come,
Our kin never dies,
never did, never will.

#words #vicarious #living #immortality

Graff1980 Aug 2020

Untitled 492

I am a bit of a thief,
a killer king
stealing things
that are not mine,
to write
another line.

I pilfered
the filtered
through which others see,
to expand
the breadth
of what I understand.

I leveraged
past experiences,
to supplement my view
that despite my ambitions
come off slightly skewed.

I even bargained
and borrowed
my voice
from tomorrow,
so I could pass
pleasant wisdom
down to
all who
come to
view
this poetry
I wrote.

#art #experience #vicarious

Grey Jan 2020

Living Vicariously -- 10w

Living vicariously through others' lives,
but it's still not enough..

#10w #living #vicariously #lives #still #not #enough #vicarious #more

helios Jul 2019

Mother,

I grew inside of you,
inheriting your black hair and high cheeks.
Your mischievous mouth and sharp tongue,
cutting men into slivers.
Your lofty laughter rises as they turn the other way in shame.

I survived outside of you,
two months too early.
A fragile ember, latching onto you like tinder.
I took your strong legs and boyish stance
long strides on a path neither of us could see well.

I have your blood and your breath and your life.
Clones and clones of mitochondria.

Yours and mine, we
are each other.

But Mother, you cannot live in me,
as I did in you.
My skin is hot and burning,
my spark now a blaze.

Even the wind of your laugh
And water of your blood,
I will boil and consume until it is all vapors and dust.

#mother #family #women #vicarious