Colapses poems on Hello Poetry

Nae Nov 2015

Tight clenched fists clinging around the cage bars,
Hollering in agony for an end, she looks at her scars.
Her jaws wide open, yet her voice is soundless,
Numbness spreads through her body as cognisance of her weakness,
A pang of emptiness runs from her toes to her fingers,
She colapses, but the terrifying feeling of failure lingers.
Laying on the floor she wonders, she questions the reasons,
Of why the **** can't she silence her demons.

Zombee Oct 2014

Retrospect

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You  --  and I  --  held eachothers Hand,
standing under Bridges  --  wishing they would Fall.
but
all that ever Happened was a tragic death of trending Fashion:
passion  --  deScending  --  the Setting  --  coLapses.

lasting little Memories would never be an Ending that we'd
ever dream of Having  --  "after all weve Been through"...

(you would call me Clyde  --  i would call you Bonnie,
you would call me Jack  --  i would call you Sally,
you would call me Trash  --  i would call you Garbage,
you would call me Back  --  i would call you Beautiful.)

...you and i are Enemies  --  empty headed Hatters.
shattered glass of Everything  --  everything that Matters.
madder than the dreaded Queen that seeks the head of Alice:
Malice  --  Malice  --  Malice  --  Ecstacy.

-  Jesse n Ashlee

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#sonnet

Michael John Aug 9

the glory of art is

the glory of art is
the difference
do as you like-
it is said there is only
good and bad..and heck,
what is the difference?

the difference is pounds
shilling and pence
or pleasure..
the singular import is
one of freedom-that is the
crux of the matter..

ii

carte blanche or
maybe not
what of obscenity

and what of hatred..
today offensive
and tomorrow-tamed..

as society colapses into
a decadent heap or
biggoted..

iii

part of the human dilemma
be a monkey or be
a sheep..

if we are really lucky
nothing will occur
sit and create a voice over..

— The End —