#poetfreaks
Foresee the
vicarious,
foreboding
fables;
Rain clouds
over drought.
Otherwise,
we'll be as ants
undermined
by a downpour.
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
Pour energy
into your
words
Write with intensity
so great
that if you held the page
from a mountain's peak
your words
would be mistaken
for
stars
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
In dire straights
the human being's
collective
conscience
coalesces
compassion.
Always to create
in those moments
nothing short of miracles.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
With bountiful botanical seedlings
surrounded by vital emeralds of evergreen.
Hark! Twas the season's change!
In the midst of the morning might
I notice the humble sage.
Within the rains.
Daybreak seemed
more dreamy
than the last.
A soft coo
echoed
in the crisp
pooling illusion.
How I reveled in the brisk elation.
How I longed to be in the mist.
Hands were tingling from the heat of a cup.
The door was ajar.
The plans were on the table.
Dreary, the months past December...
...now so easily forgotten.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 10:02 AM UTC
*The most beautiful
song
I ever sang
was simply
the sound
of your
name
on my lips
The most
beautiful
dream
I ever
had
was the one
You gave
me
I'm only living
on the chance
that dreams
come true......
.
.
.
........
I'm only living
for you*
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 12:31 AM UTC
Thunder rolled offshore
by the dancing light horizon.
I sat quietly on a wicker chair.
Through the boring pouring
on that somber, humid morning
open seas were surly churning
the fathoms of the mind.
I creaked atop that wicker chair.
Facetiously; I was grieving.
Though in fact I was not leaving
the waves did seem appealing.
I spent the daze careening
on that rickety wicker chair.
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC
You said it didn't matter
you would accept me anyway
but when it came to the day
you forgot
I could tell you were uncomfortable
so I tried to hide
under a cover that killed me inside
My thoughts were intoxicated
I could not forget
it poisoned my mind
all I could think of
was not being accepted
and it destroyed my life
I gave up
I couldn't cope
I lost all hope
because the thought of my friends unacceptance killed me
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC
Its not so far away
Man made nature
Water colors
Artificial suns
Apartments
The loving arms of hell
I had forgotten the way the waves crash on the shore
Of the outer banks
I live in cities
All the life around me
Is only death
I took a rorshak test
And saw fire
Armies marching
Tinted windows
Kevlar vest
And bullet proof glass
I want to go somewhere again
Where the nature isn't addicted to chemicals
Its not so far away
Where I can watch the crane fly
Over the most tranquil waters
Of my mind
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 9:30 AM UTC
I aspire
To nothing higher
Than to bring light into your world
A fire
Out of control
That keeps you warm
I want to be your favorite song
Because you know that I was written for you
I become
Not a strum from some guitar
But chords in your mind I play with
Sweet music
I cannot help but create
To let you know that you are loved
I want you to be my biggest fan
Because it matters if you sing along
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 3:13 AM UTC
i watched you,
walk away,
from everything
you had.
her love,
her trust,
her warmth,
her loyalty.
i watched her face,
the different emotions,
from the words you are saying to her,
distant.
she did nothing,
to deserve this,
she truely loved you,
with everything.
physically,
you wanted you,
mentally,
she needed you.
i watched,
walk away,
from her life,
because of a lie.
you deny it,
deny it to yourself,
she is the only one broken hearted,
she is the only one who cared.
lie,
that's why,
you had to walk away,
because lie.
you loved her,
more than anything,
more than words could explain,
more than you could ever tell her.
so you walked away,
away from her,
because you could never admit to yourself,
you loved her.
you left her,
broke her,
broke promises,
and shattered two hearts for the price of one.
her heart,
will heal,
eventually,
she will love again slowly.
your heart,
will never heal,
will always want her and won't let go,
let go of her.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 5:53 AM UTC
I have seen the way you have been looking at me,
with desire and craze.
The way you have stood way too close for comfort,
your keep looking at me, quit it.
I noticed when we first met,
how you kept looking at me differently.
I know you like me,
it is soo ******* obvious.
I know you like me,
but i don't like you.
You know who i like,
and you use him against me.
Tell me a ******* lie,
please do, just to waste my ******* time.
Tell me a ******* lie,
and manipulate me to believe you.
Tell me a ******* lie,
about him.
Make him the bad guy,
make him say i'm the ****
That i am the desperate one,
not you, the dead-beat one.
Tell me a ******* lie,
and expect me to be happy when i find out the truth.
You lied to me,
to get closer to me.
Lucky, i didn't trust you,
i'm not that ******* easy.
"He called you a ****
***** please.
You swore on your life you weren't lying,
well guess you just dead to me now.
Because you swore,
you swore on your ******* life.
Hope you have a nice life,
filled with lies and regrets.
Because you don't deserve me,
and i don't deserve to be treated this way.
Good-bye,
your ******* dead to me.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 5:20 AM UTC
Seems like
Psychosis squared
To me
I don't see you
You don't see me
You don't see you
You don't see me
What else can it be?
So many songs are written
About this sorry state
Which always ends in tears
Sooner or later
Enjoy it while it lasts
It will only be 'true'
If it does not change
Into something new
Magic never turns into tragic
Sean
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 9:58 AM UTC
I am a poet freak, no doubt
Some who read my rhymes
Pull their hair out
One at a time
A romantic poet I am not
What you see is what I’ve got
A twisted view, from me to you
At least it’s something new
Sean Hunt
April 18 2016
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 9:02 AM UTC
How delighted was I
To be invited
To the ‘Poet-Freaks’
Sometimes my rhyme
Goes to waste
It’s an acquired taste
Some say
When they read my verse
‘There can’t be much worse’
Well now I feel quite at home
With my fellow zanies
Who never make the ‘dailies’
Sean Hunt
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 7:58 AM UTC
I decided to write a poem
Not knowing
What the theme would be
I had nothing to say
At that moment in time
But I knew the rhyme
Would come like
Child's play
Like water falling
To the ground
Like the invasion
Of bird sounds
In the morning
Like a woman's
Monthly mood
Like a summer storm's
Warning
So it came
As it should
As I knew it would
And then I was in a pickle
Because I needed to afix
An ending to the thing
A finish with a flourish
A tasty pastry, perhaps
But I gave up
Sean Hunt
Windermere Feb 3 2016
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC
Oh no
This can't be happening to me
Oh no
It's not the way it should be
Oh no
It doesn't fit with my plan
Oh no
It's not the way it began
Oh no
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 4:35 AM UTC
Rain rain go away
Come again
Some other day
Today I want to play
Rain rain go away
But not for long or I’ll complain
So stay around
I’ll want you when my grass is brown
Rain rain
Once in a while I will delight
When my feet are warm and dry
By the firelight
I will watch you through
My windowpane in ease
As you paint
Your Three D Masterpiece
O essential element
Presenter of presents
Why do we lament so much
Your ever-present presence
Sean Hunt
April 16 2015
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 7:35 AM UTC
I think I am embedded in this tapestry
I think that every thing I see
Is outside of me
I couldn’t be more wrong
This mistaken view
Is Oh so wrong
How long will I carry on?
The habits of an addict
Are so ****** strong!
Even though I know
I grab the water as it falls
I am like a baby with a ball
I am the loom
The wool and the weaver
The giver and the receiver
Sean Hunt
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 11:20 AM UTC
Camera man
not a fan
rode with them in their van
living life without a plan
he started his journey back in jan
he didn't know how long it would span
he wasn't a fan
he was just the camera man
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 4:25 PM UTC
we stand there,
in the night,
underneath the street light.
the sky is soo dark,
small dots of light shine a little,
your arms are around my waist.
i look up at you,
a smile across my face,
your eyes bluer than ever.
you're laughing,
at something someone said,
i whispered i love you to you.
but it doesn't matter now,
none of it does,
it's all gone.
we were frozen in time,
we stand still,
happy and in-love.
in the photograph,
i thought there was love,
but all there is are lies.
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
i am not pretty enough,
i am not skinnier enough,
i am not nice enough,
i am not fake enough,
i am not happy enough,
i am not enough,
for
him,
for
society,
for
them,
for
anyone.
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 4:22 AM UTC
Without him, i am DEAD.
He makes me feel ALIVE.
Makes my life brighter and more VIVID.
It was never my INTENTION.
But is drug is DEADLY.
If i tell him the TRUTH.
Will he RUNAWAY?
Will he leave me for HER.
Our friendship will be RUINED.
If i tell him the TRUTH.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
I am not my thoughts.
My Insecurity:
I overthink everything.
And i do it all the time.
From thinking i said, or did something wrong all the time.
I am always thinking i am not good enough.
That i am worthless.
I am always down-grading myself.
My thoughts rule me.
From years of people calling me fat, ugly, not good enough.
I now believe those words.
I always think those thoughts.
But i want to rise above them.
To be a stronger, healthier teenage girl.
I want to be happy.
I am ready to be happy.
Share your's:
I am not my ___________.
(insert insecurity.)
This project is about sharing peoples insecurities without actually showing them.
Showing people that behind societies lies, everyone is human.
And i wanted to do something similar.
And as i researched this project, i became very interested with the pictures.
I urge you to check out the website and the pictures.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 8:11 PM UTC
we danced
till
we
couldn't
feel
out
feet.
we laughed
at
our
reflections
in
those
silly
mirrors.
we fall
for
every
trick
and
every
illusion.
we found
something
that
you
won't
talk about.
but i
remember
it
all.
your
fiery
eyes.
my
contagious
smile.
your
beautiful
laugh.
my
fresh
skin
against
yours.
i
remember
how
there
was
glitter
in
our
hair.
and
how
we
didn't
care.
how
we
let
go
of
reality.
and
it
was
only
you
and
me.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 7:36 PM UTC
I thought what we had was gold,
was okay because you told me you loved me,
and i believed you.
I had the feels,
when you came home late at night,
with the same excuses.
You had a business trip to Tennessee,
you sent me pictures of the hotel rooms view,
you told me again you loved me and missed me.
Your intention was to keep it a secret,
i started to realise things didn't fit,
your lies didn't fit together.
Now we lay next to each other at night,
you don't say it anymore,
i don't care anymore.
I should have hang up the phone,
and let us continue being friends,
but you used your snake charms on me.
I thought what we had was gold,
was okay because you told me you loved me,
ad i believed you.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 3:30 AM UTC