#when poems on Hello Poetry

Dez Apr 2020

When...

When my lids are heavy I do write
For that is when creativity is at it’s hight!

When dreams run wild
And I am as free as a child!

When waking is hard to keep
And all others are asleep.

When the sun is down
And all is quite in the town

When the Moon is up
And I think about my screwups

When the night begins
And my mind spins

When my lids are heavy I do write
For that is when creativity is at it’s hight!

#when #circumstances #write #creativity #tired #sleep

Kawsu Sanneh Mar 2020

Raise an Inferno against COVID 19.

Raise an Inferno against Corona
As if no one cares, but here is a
Solution that is within the flora
Of Darkness.Be bold, never be frail
At this young age. Be strong as we trail
And track those ancestral shrine
Let's wage war against corona
It's is real, let's feel the pain of that
Pandemic. Raise awareness
Who could ponder fearlessly?
To reduce bitterness of the threat
The panic is too much, we can't bear it
How could we bear it?. I am felling it.
That fuster flow in frugal frivolity
Imagine! Who to follow?, What to do?
Which medical measure could you
Follow?, When there large fossil of
Fake news flowing. Be combatant!
Be mentally armed. Be a militant!
Raise awareness against Corona
Raise an inferno against Corona
Stay Home, let it burn from stigma
Let it soul strive in hotly magma
Never be fussed neither be panic
None been bemused. Be that mic
With the loudest voice from falsehoods
Approach corses with clean immunity
Start it at the grassroots, link society
Let them new the deathly effects of
Corona. Tell them, let them raise an
Inferno against Coronavirus.

The poem is main focus on the pessimist paranoid on coronavirus. There a contemporary fear that arouses through the persona's mind, Which has been clearly manifested in some.
There are also some precautionary measures as recommended by the World Health Organization, The poet Persona in hes awareness stipulates some simple measures as, How vulnerable African countries are to the pandemics outbreaks of COVID 19.

#when #the #grave #summoned #an #enigmatic #society

judas Mar 2020

When

When will I learn?
When will it be my turn?
Will I ever realize,
that my turn might never come?

When will I be happy?
Or, will I at all?
Will that moment ever come?
Or will I miss it, because I blink too much?

When will I love myself?
Will I ever get out
of this endless
circle of self hatred?

#selfdoubt #hatred #endless #when

Jean Sharlot Mar 2020

It hurts

I was in a deep coma
of loving you too much
of wanting you to stay
of making you believe in me.

When will I be awake then?

#when

Arcassin B Mar 2020

"When You Were Younger Pt.6"

By Arcassin B

When you were younger there were,
times and places we would,
come back to when those nights have passed and gone,
when you were younger there was,
stars and spaces left so,
so unheard of but ah,
your face never left my mind,
And if I ever feel better,
just to better waste some time with you,
and when you gave me your number,
caterpillars hid in their cocoons,
And if I ever meant something,
to you back when we were younger,
can't be based off nothing,
when its all over I'll let you know,
And if I ever feel better,
just to better waste some time with you,
and when you gave me your number,
Butterflies came from cocoons...

When you were younger there were,
friends you'd want me to meet,
disagreeing with it,
I had concerns with this,
When you were younger you were,
full of life just waiting,
for whatever happiness,
you thought was waiting for you but,
If I ever feel better,
just to better waste some time with you,
and when you gave me your number,
caterpillars hid in their cocoons,
And if I ever meant something,
to you back when we were younger,
can't be based off nothing,
when its all over I'll let you know,
And if I ever feel better,
just to better waste some time with you,
and when you gave me your number,
Butterflies came from cocoons.

©abpoetry2020

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2020/03/when-you-were-younger-pt-6.html

#words #young #saga #when #butterfly #based #something #love #feeling #past

James Cook Mar 2020

When I’m gone

When I’m gone go on.
When I’m gone stay strong
I’m where I belong
So my friends and family
I say so long

Don’t cry for me
Don’t say I wish I would’ve ?
Don’t pretend to be hurt
I was alive
Not one word

I am gone
I’ve gone home
I’m sorry I left you alone
My life was lonely
When I’m gone
Don’t cry for me

When I’m gone play my song.
When you see the things you’ve missed
You could’ve took a second my friend
Don’t say oh he was a good guy
You had your opportunity
So when I’m gone
Dry your eye
You had the opportunity and you don’t get to cry

It’s a lonely life. People take for granted their loved ones..

#when #im #gone

Where Shelter Feb 2020

where is shelter? not where, but when my...

~

shelter,

*two arms,
a human lean-to,
a pup tent,
all with a
welcome mat,
for you,
awaits

with graceful patience
simpatico smiling,
always avail,
awaiting,
no life clock countdown
prematurely pushing,
come when
there is
no other place

all,
on offer,
shelter places
that become
your home,
if you so
honor them thus,
your choice,
your decision
when to come n' go

shelter you,
no questions asked,
cloak you, us, even me, all, with human warmth,
easy silences, no unforced errors of pressures

for when my arms
bear your load,
mine, halved

#where #is #shelter #when #not #whereshelter