V: Favorites

Dec 2018 V

Elizabeth

And when the time comes my tears won't be falling like rain for it will be warm tea and fresh honey streaming down my cheeks.
I hope one day I will bathe in sunflowers and new love - I'm tired of the dead leaves that burden my body, they soak in like fresh coconut on my skin.
I sit underwater where time stops for a second, and I am at peace. I hope one day I can run into rushing waterfalls without begging for that moment of altered reality. I hope one day I bathe in roses instead of my sorrows.

What do you hope for?

#hope #love #roses #sunflowers #fresh #peace #happy #reality #calm #bathe

Nov 2018 V

The Long Farewell

Nov 2018 V

Morgan Mercury

The Long Farewell

I'm numb to my bones.
Every inch of me is sore.
I'm rotting away
until I'm left with nothing more.

I want to feel.
I want to feel something
yet I don't want to give in,
but instead greet death as an old friend.
When he comes knocking at my door
you won't hear me crying from pain no more.

I'm standing in the ocean
letting the waves wash over me.
Singing the song of the hopeless
as I follow the waves back in the sea.
Just to feel something
for the last time
I swallowed and greeted the salt water sting
into my lungs.

It finally felt so good
to feel something.
I felt free
as I became one with the sea.

#numb #sore #death #dead #ocean #sea #suicide #pain #life #hopeless

Nov 2018 V

Flame

Nov 2018 V

ryn

Flame

.
•
re-
     kindle
    the spark
   that governed
    this game•the fire
  that once burnt as bri-
  ght as sun•all of this once
before, had a name•but now
is weak from the time it had be-
gun•there was a time when it wo-
uld consume•......it would defy the
odds....just so it could burn as one•
frantic and desperate for the magic
to resume•uncertainty has carved
itself into the heart that has come
undone•winds bearing ill no-
tions revealed as the enemy•
stitch up the gaps keep-
ing out the rogue
gust•
pro
tect
  the
light that burns ever weakly•rejuve-
nate the spirit that harbours broken trust
•rekindle me now... i'm still in the game•
the heart                   save the     you will
isn't                              candle           need
ready                           and              to see
to make                         nur-              me
sense                            ture             with
of the                             it                 this
dark•                             to                  in-
                                    fla-              sig-
                                   me•             nia
                                                          as my
                                                         mark
                                                         •
.

#concretepoetry #hellopoetry107 #candleflame

Nov 2018 V

Falling apart

Nov 2018 V

Tanay

Falling apart

Everything is falling apart,
It is too late to see.
No one is left to trust.

Crumbling into ashes and dust,
Lost in a meaningless sea.
Everything is falling apart.

Turn away if you must,
But it is too late flee.
No one is left to trust.

Fight for a fresh start,
If you are too blind to see.
Everything is falling apart.

Escapism is an art,
The world is too chaotic for me.
No one is left to trust.

Moisty eyes and a broken heart,
All I wish is to be free.
Everything is falling apart.
No one is left to trust.

Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018.
All Rights Reserved

Just a thought that I wanted to convey via words. Hope you like it. Happy reading!

#trust #apart #free #flee #sea #art #escapism #chaotic #ashes #dust

Nov 2018 V

Listening Ear

Nov 2018 V

ryn

Listening Ear

Listening ears don't come easy
Most come with mouths harbouring wagging tongues
Pouncing on the chance to retell your story
Exploiting your need to empty acrid lungs

Listening ears, they're indeed very rare
Unidentifiable no matter how well you know
Lurking behind a mask of concern and care
Sweet words employed so your cards you'd show

Listening ears could be just a myth
An idiom to quench the thirst to confide
Listening ears sometimes come with fangs for teeth
Hungering and lusting for your trust and pride

Listening ear, oh why you come with a mouth so foul
Why the cunning trickery and unscrupulous deceit
Kindness as bait, when in fact you prowl
Many none the wiser until they are bit

Listening ear, in you I gave my trust
I bared my innermost and gave my all
Hoped that you'd soothe my ailing crust
Instead you lifted me high only to watch me fall

The covenant of secret-keeping is not for everyone.

#trust #abused #confide #hellopoetry107

Oct 2018 V

Metaphor of the (Lost) Mind

Oct 2018 V

Devin Ortiz

Metaphor of the (Lost) Mind

I decided to make council,
With the restless thoughts
Who so loudly impose their
Selfish will, stealing all sanity.

Mind goes dark, rekindled.
A chorus of ill, surrounds the hold.
Farther, at the castles court,
The loudest voices quarrel

Those of past, present, and future.
Essence of good, bad and indifferent.
Hands drawn with wild cards.
But no full house or flush to play.

They've taken notice, grins gone wide.
For the anarchist win, this game of pride.
An outcast falls, over and out the wall.
To scream the song of wanting.

Eyes open, light returns, palavar done.
None the wiser, but the time has come.
It works slowly, in effort's guise.
Rework the master, or meet demise.

#thoughts #voices #song #chorus #mind #visualize #dreams

Oct 2018 V

Devil’s chorus

Oct 2018 V

EB Poetry

Devil’s chorus

My head swims for freedom
But its given a swimming pool
Enclosed with drowning thoughts
Limited- replaced with your words.

This was no sea to explore,
No song to stick.
But few lines so horrid, so hurtful
As though horns had struck my mind
Leaving me in vein of those
Who have total control.

Soon i had forgotten all those good times
Soon i had forgotten all the bad as well
But there they were- your chorus
And that filled up all there ever was.

Some people underestimate the effect of words. Yes, actions are more reliable and definitely effective but words are not meaningless. Personally, what people say about me is the least of my concern because everyone is going to hate. But specific words get to me. This poem is about a *someone* who was almost my everything and i thought things would only get better. As soon as that someone said so and so, everything changed. This inspired this poem.

#devil #hurtfulwords #sad #lonely #loss #chorus #uncontrollable #memories #forget