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i.
you were petals i once tossed to the sea –
in fistfuls i let go, in sighs that i set free;
i was born drinking the sky when the gulls called morning,
left to wonder when the water would call you home –
“the sea is much too old,”
i had heard someone once say,
and the wind has forever left salt in my wounds and on my brain;
darling, i was raised on thunderstorms,
but you brought me summer rain.

ii.
my ribcage housed a tempest, warping my sinew,
and in this broken home i am homesick for you,
missing the concaves of your collarbones – an anthology;
and this cold coffee has never before tasted,
so empty,
so weary,
so forgotten,
so much like:

iii.
this galaxy – you should try it sometime,
lost in starless starry-eyes,
an astral tenderness, soft in sleep,
a cosmic romance, your white bedsheets,
and constellations – like the ones you used to trace,
love notes left on my starlit waist;
you used to tell me stories of everything & nothing & skin
                                                            ­                               & skin
                                                            ­                               & skin.

l.a.c
Cunning Linguist Apr 2017
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   d
    o
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[an
infinite
abyss]
-
A temporal anomaly
peaking your drift
Perusing the cosmos,
within Dude's rocketship

Quarantined as a species
from contact with the Gods-
Odds are they're too busy banging
new milky ways into the stars
While you're pensive, quantum-plating
the nature of existence
Prayers fall unto deaf ears
too apathetic to listen

Godspeed towards the rift,
Time bends at the edge of a black hole
-But only the tip

My seeds melt into the motherverse
So I get down on it,
Cunning Linguist eats his words
Oedipus'd be jealous,
In slow motion
Impregnates spacetime itself;
With a big bang fellatious 
 
Thus, the holy seed of life
Was thrust into the void~~~
Perpetuating strife
Into the loins, of beyond

Its not a paradox if you simply process
0 and 1 at once
1 can go into 0
as many times as it wants

8====D~~(Y)

Preach level = Jim Jones
just the punchline's too long
Your golden idol,
Holy fuck,
Bless this nut that I bust
I'll stretch my luck
To the sum of existence
Until it comes full circle

Voracious, bodaciously
Spatial in stasis
Without patience
Inseminating your eyeholes
Through lines of text

Transcendental
Entangled in a
  Δ,
With a devil & angel
Dimensions oughta coalesce
At just the right angle

Y'all haven't the wherewithal
To feel my balls
Slap-happy against one's skull
Put the rock in the hard place
Neanderthal
Meander tall, in the wave of thought,
The photons in your DNA are all but shot

I will abduct your subconscious
To probe through your thoughts
* testing Testing *
are you turned on?
Feel your genitals tingling ~~
I'm simultaneously dichotomic
Jerxin off my dingaling
playing your heartstrings like a harp

Allow me to go deeper
& penetrate your very reason for being.
Is the life that you're seeing
-Just the information eyes are receiving
-Only what your mind is perceiving
-Abstract thought is just too deceiving no
Can you even conceive it?

Why bother

Wanna switch positions
so you can see
where I'm coming from?
Go ahead and tell me,
are the heavens not
what you've dreamt of

A smoldering ember
in a once burning sky
Life of a former divine,
Masquerading as an angel of light
A furnace see:
 **nihl
Tethered,
To the nethers
On the outskirts of the universe
floriculturist Apr 2017
shall i search for home amid foaming waves,
and on the shore, whereon i sit to weep?
kisses ‘pon sailors’ cracked lips twixt their graves –
porcelain dreams, aye, i’ll sing thee to sleep.

and i, warm wishes and an unknown name,
n’er-ceasing sighs ‘mongst mine own doleful face –
soft! thou would’st think i, ethereal dame,
would amount to more than moth-eaten lace.

pray romance blooms ‘tween chapters one and two;
for us each morrow t’will be but a dream.
even but now, i shall bid you adieu –
i go to seek life more than this doth seem.

ere wish i upon stars in evening sky;
perchance i’ll send for thee, midst last goodbye.

l.a.c
Like a sinful seduction, I slip off the edge of sleep,
my eyes are drawn to the darkest shadows of my room... kinetically searching...
I seem to penetrate them, my mind breathes life into them,
they begin to stir and morph into the preludes to my peculiar dreams,
bizarre at first until inevitably familiar,
as if I had lived them indefinite times in the past... and infinite times in the future... remembering... becoming... unfiltered and unaffected...
my subconscious is my truth, awakened by my dreams.
I long to remain lost in this ethereal bliss.
slay Aug 31
Braids in her hair with the beads
So I can always hear her walk away from me
Shorty is a dog like me
No telling when I’ll ever sweep her off her feet

She said, “say less” I was silent
I Guess I had to be reminded
She fell off when my doubts hit
Cause I ain’t never really loved a woman
Until I met you
If I have to confess to you
You’re the only one who got me feelings the feels
Ain’t no other woman
No man I’ve been with
Now I’m asking you to patiently

Hear me cry
Girl, it’s almost over gotta get this out of my system
Say goodnight, girl not so long till youre by my side girl , oh girl

I got this feeling for you
You so unique and you cool
My baby Neek, I’m her fool
She so dramatic, I’m coolin on the way
To her crib, two more lights and bang a left
Like I be banging on the door
Like I be banging on that ass
You so damn precious when you smile
And your nose ring catch the light
From the hallway got the door cracked
You the light of my damn life

Girl, cryyyy
it’s almost over gotta get this out of my system
Say goodnight, girl not so long till youre by my side girl , oh girl

I hit the blunt not to think about you
I wasn’t playing when I said he changed you
Panty drop to my knees barstool
And back that ass up let you see it full moon

Gimme some motherfuckin warnin’
You gon’ have me jump out of my skin
Fingers up and down my spine when
You unlatching the clasp of my necklace

Girl, cryyyy
Cause it’s been so long since you were by my side say good niiggghhtttt but truth be told it’s a lie

I’m lying naked in this bed
Thinking of how you look undressed like when them lashes off no panties on
I taste your name in every breath

I thought I lost you
What would it cost for you to be with me and only me?
I had my doubts in you,
more so cause I wanted to, not A thing you led me to believe
Girl, I got plans for you
Converse and vans with you
If this is a dream then just let me sleep
Matt Shade Oct 2017
I know a spell
or two pretty well-
and I'll teach you
how to use them
if you can promise
you'll never tell:

The secret of
the magic is
to look alive
and speak aloud-
like a big cloud
with thunder
hiding under
your ethereal
white shroud.

Anything you
say then rings
and lingers long
like saintly songs
of baby birds, or
else the dripping
dying words
of valiant but
violent kings.

With such power
within a word,
to sit in silence
should sound absurd.
For as the hour
passes by, a flower
never sings-

but we have lungs
and magic tongues,
and why not fly
if you have wings?
Zeyea Jul 28
sometimes she daydreams about life the way i do about death. it's ironic, i know: black and white aren't meant to be grey and the rumbling hum of expletives digging into mauve lips pass through like desaturated light to translucent statures. it makes everything seem sweeter than it looks. she thinks the ache feels lukewarm, just like those half-hearted smiles she gives out like presents on a holiday, and she may be right. pain is not cold, it covers your entire heart with microwaved fingers, leaving burn marks that leave chars and ashes. snaps the purple heartstrings and clumsily tries to mend it.

(i love you because you're corporeal, she murmurs, you keep me sane)

she's spider-webbed, sung gossamer and silk while her bar lines drip with ink. and she seems moonstruck—because of me she says and blooms throughout my epiphanies. fancies herself a ghost, a wisp, something ethereal that lingers on my lips like a kiss. and she lingers, oh she does. toppling from the skies and collapsing into my rib-cage, she stays, blushing rose-like and thriving. velvet and constellations of blood clots patter against her skin. it blooms like she blooms, a paint splattered canvas meant for all to see.
Shiterary Jan 2016
The carpet's furry cilia project forming a large cellular complex. Sofa organelles. Ceiling above human nucleus. Ethers, up above -- extracellular wonder. Divine cold-phenomenological detached potentiating whisper, intangible -- I am interwoven into the consequential outward scalar spiral, as a minute hub of drug-mind preceptory delusion.
Deity manifesting focal-mind effervescence, as linguistic genomic utterance.
Truth shaped from an ethereal substrate. A sub-biotic universe of thought and collective influence scaffolded -- reaching beyond solitary-death.
Every word a divine-scriptural utterance.
PoserPersona Jul 27
Your hair stills heart's rhythmic meter
  For this I wish forever
Strands spun with goddess gossamer;
  softer than touch of mother

Your eyes dazzle with no glitter
  For this I stare o're yonder
Locking jewels with coins of others;
  Leaves throbbing chests emptier

Your form flows as gentle rivers
  For this I grudge past swimmers
Glory bequeathed to the winner;
  drown will the losing suitors

Your voice humbles angel choirs
  For this I listen eager
Songs molding seraphs from satyrs;
  in harmony with nature

Your being stirs wildfire
  For this I bear the pleasure
Ethereal flames dance together;
  fueled by spiritual tethers

You are my love light of summer
  For this I waded winter
Glowing 'bove, spring was made greener;
  blooming nascent desire
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