"apr" poems
Amid the verbose magicians
Seeking kinships
And sailing deep into their arduous mists
Watching them peddle their afternoon
To a handful of smiling children holding their breath
Amazed in gentle body trick
The older men of age
Leaning deep into their creased chins
Stroking the grizzled fat
Blinding light of soul
Staring down the barrel of life
Striking the enemy one last time
And yet smiling
sober,
Met of match,
taking care of their kids.
Then there's the cold-clocked dudes
On the phone pushing buttons
In a button-up raglan
Lost indistinct
the promised land
The golden shores swept away by
inconvenient time
Left shopping in an auto mall
"Won't you look at the time?"
7.07 APR
Boy what a steal!
And Steve maddened and screamed
As the lines blurred instinctual between opposing teams
And the oven dinged a great alabaster slant
Leaning towards the new millenitants
Rise up!
***** the wheel
Turn the axel from pistons
To alkaline metal
And doubt with great monumental
Quality
That the machine borders all
And we cannot retreat
And while I sift bouyantly between the waves
Searching the puzzle piece within the molecules
Reconnecting with the things
And representing
dreams on a 66 hertz screen
I call rather failing
Towards a black rocked shore
Towards the sweet Dorigen
Of my dreams
Finding an integral of time
And space
And calculating the intangible slope
Of my desmise
With the imaginary constiutent
Of that lighted mind.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
If I die, don't cry for me.
If you live, I smile.
Take the pride, the honesty,
Walk the royal mile.
Gently push the boundaries
Set in place by fools.
Let the love and harmony
Be your trusty tools.
Spread the word of unity
Everywhere you go.
Let your inner purity
Never lose its glow.
Be the peace you seek on earth,
Chase your wildest dreams...
If I die, don't cry for me.
Nothing's what it seems.
Nov'16 - Apr'17
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
Praise thy Lord Our GOD, Praise GOD In His Sanctuary.!
Apr 29, 2015
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Praise thy Lord Our GOD from Heavens, Praise THEE In Heigths.! Praise GOD All His Angels, Praise GOD All His Hosts.!
Praise HIM, Sun And Moon, Praise HIM All You Stars Of Light.! Praise GOD Thou Heavens, and Thou Waters above thy Heavens.! Let them Praise thy Name Oh Lord Our GOD, for HE Commanded and thou were Created. HE also Established thou Forever And Ever, He Made And Mode A Decree which shall not Pass away. Praise thy LORD from thy Earth, thou Great Sea Creatures and All thy depths... Fire and Hails, Snow and Clouds, Stormy wind, Fulfilling HIS Word.. Mountains And All Hills, Fruitful Trees and All Cedars.. Beasts and All Cattles, Creeping things and Flying Fowl... Kings of the Earth and All Kinds, Princes and All Judges Of the Earth. both Young Men and Maidens, Old Men and Children.. Let them Praise thy Name of the Lord Our GOD, For HIS Name Alone Is Exalted, His Glory is Above the Earth And Heaven... And He Has Exalted thy Horn Of His People, the Praise Of All His Saints Of thy Children Of Isreal, A People Near to Him, Praise thy LORD... Halleluyah... GOD Is Our Strength.. GOD Is Love.. GOD With Us.!!!
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 3:18 AM UTC
Starting from the newest, these are my first fifty followers on Hello Poetry.
1. Hailey L May 5
2. Elizabeth Squires May 4
3. Tim Knight May 3
4. Morgan Hanchulak May 3
5. Vi Snicket May 2
6. Jessica Applegate Apr 30
7. Himanshu Koshe Apr 30
8. Mike Winegar Apr 29
9. Joey Lapiana Apr 29
10. Christopher Munro Apr 29
11. Raffi Kaftajian Apr 26
12. Shari Forman Apr 25
13. Jessica Who Apr 24
14. RedWritingHood Apr 22
15. Adreishka Moonlight Apr 21
16. Rocky G Apr 19
17. Sarina Apr 18
18. John Moffatt Apr 17
19. Izisfat Apr 9
20. Leila Apr 8
21. Marian Apr 5
22. Star Toucher64 Mar 30
23. Michelle Mar 26
24. Kristo Frost Mar 25
25. Ra Mar 20
26. Jacqueline Melissa Woolums Mar 15
27. ennyo Mar 11
28. Ellen Menzies Mar 9
29. Jodi Casavant Mar 8
30. Jillyan Adams Feb 20
31. Hailey Scomet Feb 2
32. Pete Taken Alive Jan 17
33. Md HUDA Jan 6
34. Joshua Ohmer Jan 1
35. Quinn Puwang Dec 30, 2012
36. Rissa Ann Dec 10, 2012
37. Hilda Dec 9, 2012
38. Rena Julleitta Dec 7, 2012
39. Emily Rose Williams Dec 7, 2012
40. Abdosh A Dec 5, 2012
41. Naveena Vijayan Dec 4, 2012
42. Kristian Alexander George Dec 1, 2012
43. Oliver Delgaram-Nejad Dec 1, 2012
44. Chessnie Lea Nov 27, 2012
45. Ugochukwu-Charles Onyewuchi Nov 25, 2012
46. Timothy Nov 24, 2012
47. Who Am I Nov 24, 2012
48. Matthew P Hill Nov 23, 2012
49. Tomas Nov 21, 2012
I gained inspirations for my poems from all my followers, those who I follow and especially my lovely little one who brought me here to Hello Poetry first, to a safe haven of like-minded people with a poetic niche each.
Thank you all.
First of all I thank you Eliot York for creating this wonderful poetry blog.
(-: And how can I ever thank you enough for introducing me to this wonderful website, just like Krishna guides Arjun in grand Mahabharata epic. You are my Krishna and I am your Arjun. :-)
(-: You share the place with Eliot York and the family of Timothy sir for inspiring my poems & helping me define my poetic style. As you are a kid for me, your heart is a crystal to me from where I can see the world more clearly in a different way. :-)
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 7:02 AM UTC
Enough-
Its enough having these corporations run our nation while the infiltration of money making keeps destroying world peace aspirations-
Its like Satan and his manipulation keep telling me that success lies in the accumulation-
And the accumulation of that money making is what makes life exhilarating?
And the exhilaration of materialization keep growing as a representation of America’s successful creation-
And soon it becomes discrimination-
Upper class elevation vs. lower class stipulations-
The poor patient vs. Rich patience-
The barring margin of APR regulations-
Keep our nation rotating-Gaining speed and evaluating-
The appreciation of desperation is all for corporate gaming-
The memorization and commercialization keep our nation deprecating from the rest of the worlds visualizations-
Our accreditation creates frustration-
Segregation and integration by the new world organization-
Integration to a peaceful appropriation is questioned by this American administration-
AND I QUESTION IT?
Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 2:04 PM UTC
We trust ourselves to know right from wrong.
We trust in the age old sayings of people whose names we can’t remember.
We trust our dogs not to **** in our favourite pair of shoes whilst we’re asleep.
We trust that everyone means well and just wants to get by.
We trust the teachers who taught us the earth is round, and that Pi is 3.14159 and how Pluto is the 9th planet in our solar system...
We trust that not everyone is right all the time.
We trust bus drivers to not get lost.
We trust in the fact that our keys are probably in plain sight even though we’ve been looking for half an hour.
We trust our parents to know what to do no matter the situation.
We trust the world to keep spinning away in the dark void of space with no company but the moon.
We trust that everything will be alright.
We trust that one more pint won’t hurt.
We trust that hangovers are only temporary.
We trust our partners when they say I love you.
We trust in traffic lights and zebra crossings.
We trust that this is our last chance to get a brand new sofa in the DFS sale with O% APR for 4 years.
We trust that size doesn’t matter.
We trust Alexa won’t tell us to **** off, and that Siri will always help us no matter how many times we say we hate it.
We trust that despite our self-doubt and insecurities that we’ll probably still get through another day.
We trust in peanut butter.
We trust that no matter how many times things go wrong, mistakes are made and promises are forgotten, we will learn to trust again...
We trust.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 7:33 PM UTC
Jane was given a year to live
Febricity, nausea and cancer would assist her through that year
Marching headfirst into this battle
Apropos of nothing, she packed up and left
Maybe she broke down, maybe she got up
Junction of her heart and mind, she was preparing to die whilst simultaneously starting to live
Julian Alps, Tianzi Mountains, Santorini, Petra, Machu Picchu, she saw them all
Augmented her mind
Separated her ignorance
October fell and she was hospitalized, the hospital was now her personal party with constant visitors
Novice to cancer no more, now she was the leader
Decease couldn’t stop her, she was alive
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 2:37 AM UTC
My hand was covered with drying blood. The broken pieces of the things you cared about cut me, and I was willing, and I was able, and I picked them up and put them away. A scratch meant nothing. The blood meant I was alive. My scribbles came straight from the heart.
I wanted nothing more than to sleep there at your door, but it's a dangerous place and a dangerous time and if you opened it up, I might have stood a chance. I didn't mean to interrupt you. I didn't mean to hurt you. But we all lose battles, don't we?
I used to be meek and quiet about these messes. Then, I felt like **** But now, I'm the common denominator and wonder why I don't quite fit. What the **** is wrong with me? When I was with you, I was perfect, but all together, we were broken.
All apologies, polite signatures, and formal decoration.
I am here to make you happy I am here to lose my mind.
I am echoing echoing echoing and the feedback is deeper
than I ever wanted to think it could be.
I slump downwards and dream in reverse. When I wake up, I'm in my own bed, my own sheets, my own warm red blanket. You speak no metaphors. You have no tongue and no eyes and I refuse to sleep again only to defy you. "You're scary when you don't sleep," you say. And I bare my sharp-toothed grin.
And when this all comes down, a tiny crack opens and everything I fear in me is springs back to life and feasts on my fluttering heart, knowing it will not have another meal for a very long time. As I sit here, desperate to dissolve into billions of little particles and float away as if I was never here, I pick up the phone to call an old friend. Four rings. A pre-recorded voice. She asks me to leave a message.
But a robot takes her place. "I'm sorry. It is done. You may not."
Beep. Click. I'm alone once again.
[Apr. 3, 2011]
Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 2:07 AM UTC
F J McCarthy on Apr 5, 2009
A four part Haiku.
Deep sea creatures swim
Never knowing we are here
Existing apart
Worlds unknown to us
Cold dark sea, home to many
Life beyond our own.
Careless in our haste
Spilling poison in the sea
Killing precious life
Mother of all life
Forgive us our foolishness
blessed is the sea
Jun 30, 2010
Jun 30, 2010 at 3:08 AM UTC
the flag of my country is rippling in perfect rythym with the sounds of this place i love to call my home <3 the sky is covered in clouds; the sun's nothing but a faded glow (24 dec 09)
fading in & out of rational thought; awareness is strong but wavering. theres so much weighted on my brain, a light but steady pressure.. (31 oct 10)
dimensions of colored fragments reflectiong off of every shard of light in every molecule of every single thing.. (8 nov 10)
disillusionment has become reality, while mere reality has become illusion.. break the mold, fight for your freedom to love! (8 nov 10)
the seed of evil is planted in every living creature; whether or not it is watered is a choice (21 nov 10)
once independent, now codependent on you.. when you're not around i dont know what to do (8 dec 10)
losing fruition; fading to gray.. nothing to grasp but a dull reality. don't even recognize myself anymore. emotionless (1 dec 10)
the times i'd most like to take an eraser to my brain, i find there are already marks engraved too deep (31 dec 10)
reverting back from end to beginning.. lets see how this one pans out (20 feb 11)
synchronized breathing; drifting into unconciousness, enveloped by thoughts.. dreams become reality while reality fades to grey (11 mar 11)
as time goes on, familiar faces blend into this sea of blank stares and empty hearts (8 apr 11)
like the glass which holds the world beyond the mirror, the veil of my world is about to shatter and be exposed (27 dec 11)
Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 3:11 PM UTC
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• 15 hours ago, Apr 27, last seen 2 minutes ago
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i'll make him an offer he can't refuse....
he must understand the car...it is used
i been here before...can't do it again
the car is a clunker
my wife called it a junker
i will go back to the ads...
and set my sights on a jag
before i give this fool my cash
oh.......one hundred bucks
in that case i will try my luck
if it does not work
or i get it stuck in the muck
i'll simply..call and get a tow truck
Author notes
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 9:24 PM UTC
Boston Police Dept. ✔ @Boston_Police
CAPTURED!!! The hunt is over. The search is done. The terror is over. And justice has won. Suspect in custody.
5:58 PM - 19 Apr 2013
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
Dig deep poet;
You too reader;
Commandment One:
Both must obsess to possess,
Air the curvature of each line
shape with two hands, creasing and
no ceasing not till the air waves have filled
your flushed face with compressed comprehensions
You weep as you compose!
Good!
The well of tears where hid
the pool of emotions
in cavernous reservoirs
in the center of your
gravity,
needs a daily tapping,
a draining, a purification,
a quenching sweet and
raucous
where you dig, salted water will come
in the soiled, imperial but imperfect body/mind cappuccino,
there are swirls of treasures, sins and histrionics
that need discovery, expiation, expulsion,
when~then, object is surgically removed,
accept surging water will desoil,
and you can revel
in the revelation
of honest effort
Debate Commencement:
reveal, which, what and how
much, how much? how much?
(this reverbs)
what must be shared,
what must be reburied,
what must be refuted,
what must be reconstructed,
refurbished,
and what must be
demolished & deconstructed
ah, but as soul judge,
you hold yourself to a higher standard,
but in all of this but two constraints rule:
the quality of the recalled data,
the quantity of storage space delimitation
do not tease us with rivulets, nor bury
us under thunderous rushes of memories
spilling and cresting with a reek of abandon,
unless, you’re abandoning the memory en tout,
giving us your newly orphaned all innermost,
then, we must accept the product of your labor,
whether it be spoiled fruit or glorious
truth
Tuesday Apr 16
8:32AM
(the year of pollard, a/k/a 2024)
Apr 18, 2024
Apr 18, 2024 at 8:51 AM UTC
Silence fills the air
Questions fill my mind
Times up
(Apr 6, 2012)
Apr 7, 2012
Apr 7, 2012 at 3:53 PM UTC
If these strings are the last thing I hear, I will know--
You were true and you were kind and I dreamed a million sunsets with you in the span of a second, the sound of a pin dropping, the droplet of time in which my eyes flashed and for one thousand years we all stood perfectly still. I am alive and it is some kind of tomorrow and I'll remember who you were for as long as I live. If you ever questioned that, I hope you never have to again. Good night, and good luck, and you made it, kid, you did it all exactly the way you always knew you would.
Your dreams are more than fodder for the stars.
[Apr. 7, 2011]
Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 1:59 AM UTC
The Letter
F J McCarthy on Apr 24, 2010
This kind of sung in my head like a country song,I hope you like it.
I looked at the letter,turned yellow with time the paper so fragile and old.
I couldn’t hold back the tears as I read every line, the words made me lose my control.
From the date on the top it was twenty years old, I would have been about ten.
That was the year that my father passed , and this letter ,I knew was from him.
It said “Son I just don’t know how to tell you, you’re so young and you might not believe.
The doctors you see, have found something in me ,and they don’t give me much longer to live.
I don’t think it’s fair,to take me from you when there’s so many things left undone.
Who will teach you ’bout life,how to drive your first car,I thought I would be the one.
So I wrote you this letter,so someday you will know, that your daddy didn’t want to go.
I am missing you now as I write down these words,missing the boy and watching him grow.
Missing the boy becoming a man, and all of the things you will do.
But I’m telling you son as the years roll on by I will always be watching over you.
So take care of your mama and make daddy proud, be a good boy and good man
I love you so much, and I’m telling you son I would be there if I can.
So please don’t be sad cause I had to go, and one more thing I have to say.
God has his plan, for this simple man, and I’ll see you in Heaven some day.
Jul 24, 2010
Jul 24, 2010 at 2:38 PM UTC
To My Piano...
I spill out the good tunes
high octaves and silence
the silence not even Brahms
can play out
two sharps one flat
crossover crossover
do you hear the sadness
tremble the pain roar
I feel it
I feel it
steady on the pedal
wandering hands
my eyes skip a beat
putting these keys
to such warmth
push the words
to melody
my unforgiving chant
I want to crawl
slither up your spine
can you feel me
can you hear me
because I sing for you
co. 1999 Bellabloom
Apr 16, 2005, 6:02:44 PM
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
[feb]
2020 was the year of discomfort and change
through a chain of spontaenous events or accidents
i started work as a prisons counsellor, with no experience to my name
in an unfamiliar sea of faces, setting and processes
i encountered foreign species called case concepts and case discussions
[apr]
although i loved what i did,
when the storm came 2 months into work
it felt like a struggle to breathe
alternating between
head over water
and water over head
lifebuoys were thrown at me
but in the cold and darkness
i found it hard to see
at the same time i started learning to climb
loving the challenge to the top
despite my fear of being high up the rocks
the climbs were accompanied by countless falls
and there were times i let my fear conquer it all
[dec]
after a year of discomfort and change
through waves of self-reflection and self-confrontation
climbing into and above myself after much pain
learning to savor the beauty between and within each complication
i'm slowly befriending the species of case concepts and case discussions
and though i know there is more that has yet to happen
and the climbs are still accompanied by countless falls
whether the highs or the lows, i've learned (and am still learning) to love it all
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 8:38 AM UTC
"You can't hold the torrent,
Of salty water,
Captive.
You can't keep it all,
Locked up,
Inside.
You can't stop the hidden,
Tides from,
Rising.
So let go,
Just cry."
)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
You are weak and snivelling
A child just past its cradling
Cry all you wish
And I bet it won't change ****
But I hear that voice
Never before disturbed
Asking for consideration
From gods never heard.
If I were a god
I'd be embarrassed
To have neglected such sweetness
If I were a god
I'd lie with the mud-crushed cretins.
But I am no god
And I cry
At all the lost chances
At all the children's lies.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
Wooden Bowls and Wooden Spoons
items ***** and mundane
draw me into my shared history
with my foremothers
and theirs before them
The sharing of these simple things
of chopping, stirring, baking
snipping herbs and crafting soup
smoked meat served on wooden platters
such as might have been used
a hundred years ago
or ten thousand -
Wood has served us from the dawn of Humankind
as fuel for the fire
as shelter from the storm
as living trees producing oxygen
as things of beauty and inspiration,
of poignancy and pathos
There is a warmth to wood
absent in gold or sterling
the warmth of life - still with us
and once the meat is gone
the platter will cleanse itself of impurities
with the defenses remaining
from the tree it once was
protecting us yet again
keeping us safe from the dangers
outside of the circle of wood
With wood comes the danger of fire
this danger I accept
and brave the fire I will
to have the wood with me
to walk beneath and smell the perfume of the leaves
to feel them crunch beneath my feet
to see the earthworms retract
as I toe them from the path
I want my life to end
having given more than I have taken
and giving trees brings me joy
and makes the world a better place
a place in which there will never be too few trees
to be able to enjoy the feel
of wooden bowls and wooden spoons
where endless forests and healthy woods
add to this miraculous planet of Life
Cori MacNaughton
Apr 2002
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
What a transformation!
The river back within it's banks
Gently meandering
Children swimming
A grey heron spied fishing
Through the budding leaves
Unknown wildflowers on the ground
It was as if the winter floods
Hadn't happened
Maggie Apr 20 2016
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC
How shalt I express
The love of the burning candle
That burneth in the fire of adulations
As the hours pass by
My quiet eyes follow yours
As if they understand everything thou convey
As the hours pass by
My skin feels thy delicate gestures
As if the boredom caught upon the wings of fairytale
As the hours pass by
My heart hath the safe secure feelings
As if I can sleep on thy shoulders f'r ever
As the hours pass by
My mind observes thy being
As if thy being is a completeness of mine
And as such the candle burns
Day and night in thoughts of you
I burn in silent adulations
Adoring the quiet romance
Of thy silent eyes.
© Dr. Prerna Singla,15 Apr. 2015
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC