#wooden poems on Hello Poetry

Mrs Timetable Mar 2022

The Box

Wooden, splinter

Ouch

Stupid box

My brother in laws contribution to poetry...
I'll tell him keep trying

#sarcasm #box #splinters #ouch #wooden

Nidhi Jaiswal Aug 2020

In an open hut
There was a hole in the roof
from which sunlight comes on hut.

In every evening
sitting on the wooden chair in front of hole
i thought my past and future
i cried loudly
My soul was dead for two moments of happiness
My tears was red like blood
Who started falling on the ground every evening
By din't of this
Earth crust is like red.

One evening
Again i sit on my wooden chair
suddenly,
Clouds started thundering ...
lightning started shining...
Hut started moving...
Cloud started like raining...
i was lost in my memories
i cried,and tears like blood.

But that evening,
my tears become colorless due to rain drop
Red "danger color" disappeared
for few moments
I feel that...my past sorrowful memories
Are flow like water
suddenly,
A new thought come on my mind,
that is filled with my sweet memories,
Of past and future which gives me happiness.

This poem is based on sorrow and past moment of our life,
That is based on imagination.
The title"wooden chair in the hut"
filled with deep sorrow and great happiness.
I just share my ideas with everyone.

#wooden #chair #hut #reality #poem #sorrow #happiness #moment #life

isabel mayaka Feb 2020

cherubs

cherubs
with their little wooden smiles
blessed
but where is my heaven?

cherubs
with their little wooden smiles
i ask them to pray for me
but they don’t love me

they’re just
firewood kids
waiting to be charred
just like me

#pray #heaven #hell #fire #smile #wooden

Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2019

Swim Test

Waiting quietly in line at the age of nine
Wet hair clinging to nervous skin
Remembering previous summers
Past attempts I failed to swim

To pass you must bring yourself
To the water trampoline and back to the dock
Then tread water for thirty seconds
By then arms feel like rocks

My friends wished me luck
Before into the water I leapt
Pushed my muscles through the cold
As I surfaced from the murky depths

I reached the looming yellow island
Turned around, feet on the ladder, and kicked
I used that small bit of extra momentum
To keep paddling though lungs constrict

When I find myself back at the wooden dock
Then final countdown starts
Each cell in my body is aching
This is the last and hardest part

Fighting with the freezing lake
The test is nearly done
Just as I am about to give up
5..4..3..2..1!

Day 20: write a narrative poem about a childhood memory

Mine is about passing the swim test at bible camp and being allowed in the deep part of the lake

#30daypoetrychallenge #swim #test #summer #camp #childhood #find #wooden #dock

Ilya Krivonosov Mar 2019

Tree help

My body seems to be destroyed.
Cataclysms tore the flesh.
Survival logic is broken,
I can't crack a log.

I can't use an aspen pole.
Prop up the rotting attic.
And from juniper basket
I can't build anything.

I can't use a twig bundle.
Melt the grate fireplace.
And count in French Spanish
I can't for no apparent reason.

#wooden #forest

Poetic T Nov 2018

Wilted Symphony`s

The eternal strings play
as crows feathers
                  fall like tears.

But alas,
               these will never dry
seeding the clouds with grey.

Every melody is a line of life,
now serenading stone words.

A sunset caressing
chiselled days, years,
                       then nothingness.

Upon a wooden box,
               a crow sings tears
that form on the strings of
      yesterdays now played.

          The future is barren of you.

#past #present #future #barren #wooden

Nikos Kyriazis Oct 2018

My mug of tea

What are you drinking sir?
Oh, inside this wooden mug
several things exist

Stalks from the flowers of rainbow
and some molten clouds of autumn

Petals from the maize shrubbery yonder
and some drops from youth's lunacy of course

All you need
for the upcoming winter

#wooden #mug #rainbow #petals #shrubbery #lunacy