Endevor poems on Hello Poetry

Asa D Bruss Oct 2014

The days blur betwixt again or not.
Jumping up and down across the expanse
go Jack and Jill and all their twinkling droplets
of their painful of water.

For if earth is mother, Sun and Moon are Son and Daughter.
As weeks go by without number
and the sands shift and time winds on to
Rob and plunder. All man’s devices are ripped asunder.

All remains as it has always been under the sky so old.
The masses cry in pain in the winds so cold.
Fall away from the wall.
As morals breath flies from him like a raven;
without call. No end, no death, only a perpetual mechanism
are man-kin who are spent.

Yet so seldom grateful is he for the life to him lent,
and such a fallacy is this.
Never forever is the endeavor forever together.

#sun #moon #time #water #sky #forever #mortal #wall #jacknjill

Butterfly Aug 2010

Ink

My skin is covered with colors so bright
You can see me like a beacon in the night.

When I pass by, heads twist and turn
The comments made arent meant to concern.

My life has changed, my flesh has too
I think of my faith and all holds true.

After the crash that my life went through
The needles went in to color me blue.

Creating art that last forever
Is nothing small, but quite an endevor.

The time put in to make this mine
Watch me as I change, everything is fine.

As years go by and the memories fade
I look at my back and see all that I paid.

A slave to the meaning that this gave to me
The artists gun has set me free.

Shallow no more is my life I live
I owe all to Him and this is what I give.

Deep in my heart this love that still grows
My Savior, my friend is the one I chose.

karen hoose Jul 2010

Such Waste as I Become

I am not doing this right tonight.
He asked me to write and so I am
But, ****.
Inside this coiled bitter empty now...
Resigning to cold unwillingness - I shall not try
To raise the drum of myself from hell, this apathy,
Knowing it means what exactly it means
To allow such a thing verbalized to stay being,
No, I don't take it back.
Such things so accelerate the dwindling of my beauty ever more,
But so what! I would scream, had I the energy.
I do not care of these, nor any other things.
Today marks my surrender to being nothing
Bleeding is open diembowelment of my heart
Quiet now, the songs it always used to sing easily...
I bet he is not even thinking of me, not even today.
Did he remember the date? Sixth day of the seventh month -
Where were we last year at this time?
Ah, I remember now: I was at home, with him -
When "home" meant him,
Oh how I miss those moments!
I still have the flash-flooded crying, it still releases nothing.
The echoing ever deepens here inside empty hollows of the me-shell...
I am Hell now.
Surely, I need not excrete with the likes of such drama as that -
I am simply shattered and crushed
And radio the coordinates of my position.
Rejected: I shall have the word boldly stamped with tatoo
Down the entire side of my left arm.
Seriously deflating me is the negativity feeling
I'm spending more of my moments these days-
Not surging with bubbling verve towards half-full perceptions;
But hey, it's o.k.:
I don't care, remember?
I said so just only a moment ago!
Get out of here now if your intending to cheer me up
Or some other idiotic and wasted endevor -
No one will ever - whatever - be as clever as me:
Who waited 3 decades of blind wading thru
Sludge of countless pretender encounters
Only to allow the full expanse of her child-like heart and soul
Be entirely defined all too briefly by one individual, one mean man,
To become such a fool over that lying tool! I was schooled!
Never once was he what he had promised at the start.
Made me think he was opening up, had his heart,
That he felt love, love meant just for me!
And I believed.
Believed I was safe, handed him Once-In-Lifetime feelings
And he didn't even care nor accept it from me.
He just threw me aside absently, you see?
Wasted over a man not concerned for my anything...
My Lord, please: what to make of this thing?
I beg to have the end of this excruciating pain
The silence and having no closure, not getting to see him
PLEASE! Please, bring this throbbing desire to me finally!!
Realize now my dream of him coming for me.
In vain I do plead.
He looks so happy in the pictures I have seen
In my Quest of Obsession which constantly consumes my whole being...
I cannot begin to get over this thing.
I love him so much- but Ed never loved me it painfully seems.
& under this pain will the rest of my days ever be.
Eternally and insecurely I shall seek it to be!

mostly re-edited.... the last of it i was too done for the task as of now. continued later.. klh
8/12/2010

JD Dec 2015

My view of life

This world.
A place where we're force to live
Under its seemingly endless amount of tests
Apon with it's vast beauty
And hardships to endevor.

What are we searching for?
That's a question I can not answer..

As humans, our intelligences as of now "looks high."
We have an understanding of what's around us, Yet we know nothing at all of why we're here,
If there is any reason at all..

Some of us try to find out our own answers
Although, it's normally just "what we wanted all along."

Maybe the reason we want someone is because, we know we'll all go..

Living forever
We'd have nothing we'd want.
"Like a person who only has money,
They say it can't buy happiness."
So maybe, that's the same with life.

Our happiness comes from knowing we could lose anything,
And that this is actually everything.

Family
Friends
Your love
And all exsperiences of life.

Why else would we rather sacrifice ourselves for another?
Unless the life you have really does means nothing
But everything to someone.
just a concept of another greater importance
A symbol that is "yourself"
Representing the importance of life
With it's meanless definition,
Which to us, is important.

Mr Xelle Mar 2015

The Golden Rule

who am I?

Like a grain of sand on the shore?
Or the waves that holds it's Course?

Who am I?

The man I choose to be?
Or am I possessed by Love and it's Deeds?

Who am I to Speak?

With the worst past ever,
to speak in the presence of a Holy Endevor..

Who am I to Walk?

Down The streets of Gold,
Or the Ghetto where the Smile a kid touches me like soft petals.

I'm great full for who i am and whatever reason i was made..to know that is there is a Creator who loves me is better on the days that i feel like dirt.

But whatever reason i live when i remember of what you have made I consider myself and for that i praise

Aly Raines Apr 2013

Untitled

We would whisper sweet nothings in one anothers ears,
lying delicately on white sheets covering the hardwood,
surrounded by books and pages of verse which we could not understand,
but were on an endevor to find out.

We spoke of death and the dreary,
our tounges rolling with the words of the deceseased, as their words sounded more alive now than ever before.

We sought refuge under the window unit,
the air chilling our bodies that steamed with passion
when we nibbled on refridgerater pizza, smoked harmoniously, sipped generously, and spoke avidly.

We were us, as we should be.
And in that moment,
Nirvana had never seemed so near.

a.r.

Alex Oct 2019

Lucy

We were once all kids
Youngn's,
Wildly childishly dumb
Some threw fits
Become a nuisance
Some prudent
Possibly a ton
Maybe you wined and kicked
Because your chores weren't done
Probably clueless
Of what the world had yet to come

Then there's the misfits
Who never fit in
Who blew scales of fish
Then threw fists
Took a few to the ribs
So now threw brew to lips
Taking double dipped Blue Cupids
Letting blotter strips melt to tounge

An endevor to numb the constant misuse
Just endlessly pursues
Never able to outrun
The pain forever maintains
Only abstains for some

We all knew one
A problematic student
During our unsystematic youth
One kick ball captins wouldn't choose adamantly
Or picked on traumatically
For reasons enigmatically obtuse
Easy to dogmatically accuse
So now he's pragmatically recluse

He walks out of school
Without any excuse
But doesn't go home
Because there's no escape free from abuse
Done it so many times
Has a bracelet above his shoes
The only safe place he can seem to think
To avoid feelings profuse and being upset
Is the old Willow tree on a swing
With a noose around his neck
16 year olds
Shouldn't contemplate death

Anyway he picks up the goose
Can't complain it's better than the latter
Sensation so placid
Lamination built couth
Decides to drop some acid
As he heads up a ladder
To the top of the mall roof

It is now 6 stories up
This is how his story shut
Crying apparently seeing stuff
Lying guaranteeing to the kid
He'd fly away if he just jumped
Without a single condemn
Not a single to hand to lend
Not one person that he could depend
This day became his end
Nobody heard his voice again
Guilty unable to make amends
As he fell to his doom, his death
To a better place he'd soon ascend
A misfortunate event
But God will assure he is now content
I guess you could say its unfortunate
At the least it's for the best
In piece may his soul rest
And forevermore be blessed

R.I.P my freind
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