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Logan Robertson May 2018
his
life spent
on misses
dressed in rogue love
dammed
and
love of
****** saw
his eyes of dark
******
he
see-saws
the river
rapid's descent
lost
where
his eyes
wander wide
as the whitewash
laps

Logan Robertson

5/24/2018
Thank you for visiting. This poem is a lantern (1,2,3,4,1) (?). Each makes a statement with double meanings, including the title, with all four tied together. Often I think I lose many readers (see the views) because they don't understand my poetry (story of my life). To July nothing will ever change.
Knit Personality Apr 2016
They come together in the night,
   Amid the leaves, within the bush,
   Silent inside the stilly hush,
Beneath the full moon shining bright.

Healthy and large and leafy green,
   She beckons him of smaller size,—
   A woody, twig-like male, who flies
To meet his mate, his mantis queen.

They come together and seem as one,
   As though one twig with emerald leaves
   Were moving much with little breeze
Where shade rebuffs the noonday sun.

They turn their heads to share a kiss,
   Antennae twining round like vines.
   The male ignores the warning signs,
Oblivious to what's amiss.

The kiss becomes a vicious bite.
   She chews off quickly half his face.
   He holds, despite this, his embrace,—
Holding it fast and gripping tight.

Headless in bites, he needs no head,
   Continuing the ***** deed.
   His queen discovers her no need
Either of this, nor cares he's dead.

Finished with him, herself she frees.
   He twitches yet, although a corse.
   As though a leaf swept by a force
Of wind, she leaves upon a breeze.

O.O
Hirondelle Dec 2018
There in FarBliss,
the land fed by dreams
where nothing spoofs amiss,
there are sauntering ThinkSees,
the children of ValleySeeps
who sip smiles from trickling tears.

In River ByeYou, they snare Rue-in-Hue
and like to bathe in the sea LonelyBlue.
They e’en climb the hazy Mount NothingTrue,
to pray the dour deity NothingButYou.

When they play,
they chase FireFlies
on the wings of ButterRhymes;
they skim the gleaming ImagePools,
under the bright moon LadyMoves,
then plunge into the lost lake LetLoose.

Their day-flight’s a FeatheryFrenzy.
It is on a gull’s SyllableSpree,
to catch the lofty eagle HearMe,
testing its terrible talons TearMe.

They labor behind the FleeceFalls,
crowned under motley MuseBows,
picking FrothyMusic from TumblingBoughs.

They spin HeartStrings for all groans and grins,
dip them deep in dye in dongs and dings,
then pull in charms the chords ‘NothingAmiss’.

When the night comes
and you hear your HeartChimes,
let loose your rhymes
to catch your own fires...

‘cause like Time, Fire Flies.

©️Hirondelle (01/12/2018)
I love my fire, keep it dear and write in rhyme, so it never flies.

I know it doesn’t sound like Hirondelle; he let loose the child inside to write this, and I dread the boy played it rampantly. I hope it’s not a disappointment...
Lyn Senz Nov 2013
amiss asunder
that is me
no sacred care
no destiny
how dare
I plunder
endlessly
this wonder
that I see
when I'm under
its decree

they live for whence
a special dream
a chain-link fence
kids baseball team
their little one
will run and scream
the wonder
that he'll be
when he's under
their decree

and getting old
the growing fear
that all her gold
will disappear
the nights so cold
her days despair
no wonder
she can't see
when she's under
gold's decree


©2011 Lyn
nish Jul 2018
you make a wish
upon a star
but little do you know
another being, far away
is wishing on it too

perhaps there is
the slightest chance
both wish for one same thing
like ending hunger, poverty
lack of education
or economic stability

but each of us
will take the time
wishing for our own

all i know is human nature
differs prayer from a wish
when we pray, we ask that god
bless all that is amiss
but when we wish upon a star
all thought for others leave
we wish only for ourselves
its what we've come to be.
for wishes seem so magical
and give our childish hearts some hope.
Knit Personality Aug 2018
Goblin King:          Who, on such a night as this,
                               Christmas Eve, goes out amiss?
Goblin Chorus:      Gabriel Grub!  Gabriel Grub!  
                               **! **! **!  'T is Gabriel Grub!

King:                      Who, on Christmas Eve, goes out
                               Digging graves?  Ye goblins, shout:
Chorus:                  Gabriel Grub!  Gabriel Grub!  
                               **! **! **!  'T is Gabriel Grub!

King:                      Who, like Scrooge, the season mocks?
                               Who should fill a "Christmas box"?
Chorus:                  Gabriel Grub!  Gabriel Grub!  
                               **! **! **!  'T is Gabriel Grub!

King & Chorus:     Gabriel Grub!  Gabriel Grub!
                               **! **! **!  'T is Gabriel Grub!



Sam Mar 2018
Her skin was pale
Like the moon kissed by a midnight sky
Snake-bite piercings
Blessed her catastrophic smile
Beauty beyond conception
Beauty in it's purest form

Our lips met in the glow of stagnant stars
A moment of serenity
Met by utter shock
Something was amiss
I tasted poison in her kiss
Her eyes locked on mine
Sinister yet so divine
There was no escape
As she bit my lip

Dropping to my knees
She ignored all of my pleas
An angel of the night
Set on sending me below
Tears I need not weep
She consoled my every dream

She took the life from me
Singing lullabies ever sweet
I climbed into my coffin
The minute her gaze met mine
A crystal pitcher; aptly made
My trembling hand upon it laid
Then to my lips, I did lift
With loving sips upon more sips
To feel the wet and languid kiss
Of innocence amiss.
Her red roses have thorns
Her black demons surreptitiously lie
It's like witnessing good flora be dissolved
By potassium hydroxide
The only trouble with her is this:
All the while she is looking inside
With a magnifying glass
For each and anything amiss
I'm viewing her with a kaleidoscope

Yet I magnify the intensity of her colors
While she resides within
Her fractured self-image
But she's metamorphic
Beneath that stress and pressure
These tests cause duress
And weigh heavy burdens
Upon her chest

Yet instead of diamonds
She produces a blue sapphire
Something a little brighter
To which she can hold on tighter
I hope the load feels a little lighter
As I throw my rope in
And climb down there with her

Picture us collecting leaves
With hearts on sleeves
Forming jewels, relief swelling our heads
Instead of the familiar usual ache
Of wondering fools

Let's weave and wind our own designs
And leave the threaded webs
Of past mistakes behind
To the point in time
Where pressing rewind isn't so lonely
Stones can be cold, or shine like silver
Because we both know that gold
Is cheap and phony

But not the heart of the ocean deep
With devotion,
A jewel of eternal love
With Blue Sapphire eyes
I will light up your dark skies
And reveal to you the stars above
This poem is dedicated to the brightest light in the room. I love you.
Marla Feb 20
Ignition!

We launch
Into the stratosphere,
Ascending out of the abyss
Strapped into wooden chairs,
Death creeps its way into my heart.

Pretending nothing is amiss
As we realize something's there;
Winds blowing us a hearty billow.

The cabin is entered;
Our blood soon chilled.
We could not predict
Such a hearty thrill.

W
H
O
M
S
T

Are you?
Houston, we have lift-off!
Poetress2 Apr 4
I feel a need, deep down inside,
if only from it, I could hide;
It starts with just, a tiny knaw,
before I know it, it snowballs.
~
It's not a feeling of deep despair,
but rather, a feeling that no one cares;
It starts deep down, begins to grow,
before I know it, I feel old.
~
There are no meds. to ease my mind,
no quick fix, for this heart of mine;
Something's amiss, inside of me,
I do not know, what it could be.
Jason Drury Jan 2018
It is neither here,
or there.
Not behind this door,
or maybe this one, no.
Tis not high? Or low?
Oh, I’ve forgotten so.
One can be pleased,
as I have misplaced this.
My steps miss-traced,
something could be amiss.
Though, it is difficult,
to lose such a thing.
Its hands wrap around my neck,
as it clings.
I can’t hear it ring,
what sound will it bring?
When it finally comes back.
Oh, what happened to it,
I feel like a lout.
Where is my self-doubt?
Jeff Gaines Mar 2018
There was a place.
There was a time …
There, I stood … still unknowing
and everything seemed fine.

But there in that place …
at that moment in time …
the moment I saw the eyes,
I'd never believed I'd find.

Well, what could I say?
What could I do?
In a world filled with billions …
and there … was a you.

I'd always known you were out there …
even written of something amiss.
I never, ever stopped looking for you …
because my heart always said that you exist.

My breezy Fall became harshest Winter.
My crazy life left my health running out.
I'd resigned myself that our moment had passed …
but this moment … it removed all doubt.

Well, what could I say?
Tell me, what could I do?
There we stood, staring … alone … in a city of millions …
yes, there … there was a you.

Oh, that mistress fate, she is just so cruel.
Frustration, a curse to be mine.
   I'd searched for you my entire life …
but now … my clock … knows a limit of time.

You see, I would never venture a love with you,
while knowing I'd have to leave you … hurt and alone.
I could only admire from afar … stoic and aloof …
while turning my heart into stone.

Nothing I could ever say and nothing I could ever do …
But now, at long last … at least I finally knew.

There, you stood … green seas, gazing up … into skies of blue.
My long-awaited revelation … become sorrow-laced realization.
There really is … a you.
Imagine that, for most of your adult life, you have had this sense ... this feeling that there is someone out there that you are supposed to find. Someone you are supposed to connect with. You even write about it and have no clue what made you write these things.

You don't know why ... you don't know who ... and you surely don't know when. All you do know is that it has never left your psyche and that it has always carried this strange sense of urgency.

Now ... after 2 decades, you begin to think that you were just being silly and give up on the whole idea and laugh at yourself.
Then ... just as you have accepted that ...

YOU FIND HER.

It hits you like a ton of bricks ... you realize that the person standing before you, looking right into your eyes is THAT person!

And you realize that you are not only too far apart in age, but you also have to deal with the fact that you are terminally sick as well. Now you ponder if it was EVER supposed to be a romantic thing or that things are just ****** up askew in this timeline ... or perhaps ... it was to fulfill or realize something else in the timeline ...

Now ... ask yourself ... What would you do?

This writing became the basis for my experimental short story entitled:

"Somewhere ... Out There".

I launched it here at HP and could NOT believe the response ...
Everyone LOVED it and it got (at this writing) over 2500 views!
So humbled, SO honored by everyone's love.
Find it here:
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2396540/thee-longest-piece-ever-uploaded-on-hello-poetry-as-far-as-i-know-i-doubt-youll-read-it-through/
Marla Sep 2018
Days drag on
When that fireball
Melts and Molds your pain.
Light can't be chosen,
It's forced upon one
Free of their will.
Instead of just suffering,
People suffer in heat.
They toil and strain,
Feeling the pains
Of eternity's beat.
Hopes are few
When one hero
Outshines them all.

Nights don't drag,
They pass too soon.
It's only when that
Corrupted furnance
Is laid to rest
That we can heal our wounds.
The night brings with it
Many heroes of different
Lights and groupings.
Soft darkness
Caressing thy internal bliss,
Moons and stars
Reminding me that
All but nothing is amiss.
But the best part of all
Are the tiny heroes that fall,
For their descent lets us
Wish upon them
A better tomorrow.
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