"ple" poems
Why am I so dif-fer-ent?
They say I’m out of touch.
Why am I, ple-nar-ily sad?
This life it hurts so much.
And why do they come, come every day?
Shush, quiet now, they’re here.
Those awful tormentors of my soul all cackling and queer!
Whirling head of spinning revolutions,
…feel my stomach ache and pang.
Why will they not leave me alone?
This crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang.
I shouldn’t always feel like this, feel such solemn pain,
…troubling and trouble is these birds are driving me insane!
I’m screaming now! I’m mad with rage! Throwing ice cubes at my deck,
“Go away! Yes, go away!” -their numbers must be kept in check.
Blackhole-whirl, flying twirling darkness, their funnel it points to me-e-e-e-!
For too many is too painful and my mind’s a constant wreck!
One cannot think with those infernal be-e-e-asts,
...and the crazy song they sang.
Why do they so punish me?
The crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang.
I know they serve the Saturn’s wheel and now they’ve come for me.
What did I do? Oh what great sin, oh the blackbirds from within;
The Abyssimal Sea?
Their whirlpool funnel is all around, as my harried soul, it expiates.
I’m done-in; I’m over now, a sorely victim of the Fates!
They took me, took me away, when the tolling bell it rang.
Why could they not leave me alone?
The crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang.
If you find yourself all alone and mired in their thought,
…do not think, extirpate, all the human damage that you’ve wrought.
His flock of fledgling melancholy musical formation,
…will take you away and straight to Hell; the Seventh Circle congregation!
For they took me, took me away, when the tolling bell it rang.
And they will not leave you alone.
This crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang. *
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC
.
•they'd
come at night•
these footsteps are
never light• always
heavy and running ar-
ound•...they are annoy-
ingly creepy..., these aw-
ful sounds•every night,
after eleven without
fail•into rooms,
us they would
tail• making a
din overhead
•when all
should
be quiet inste-
ad•like barefooted
children i would ***
ume...•wandering and
exploring into every ro-
om•...could they come
wilfully•from the cou-
ple who live above
me•i very much
doubt so•bec-
ause this much
i know...•that
the neigh-
bour up-
stairs, they're
old•frail and meek;
never bold•they'd re-
tire early•after late, ne-
ver a party•now... there
the feet go again•drivi-
ng me almost insane•
on my ceiling now,
they're pacing•
they know i kn-
ow and they are
playing•these
invisible
feet•ne-
ver would we
meet•one thing for
sure•this is not a friv-
olous tour•determined
to tell•that they exist
as well•nothing i'm
certain but it is clear
•i think they really
like it here...•
•i don't think
they're leavi-
ng•they're
bent on
staying...•
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 8:48 AM UTC
.
**•som
ething.was
broken.today•
some.pi eces.and
.an.item. were.lost
•somet hing.for.
which.m y.heart.h
as.to.pay •somethi
ng.inval uable.in.
cost•wo nder.if.e
ver.I.may .find•wo
nder.if.I'l l.get.it.ba
ck•wonder.if.life.w
ould.be.kind•won
der.if.it'll.cut.me.s
ome.slack•while.
I.grope.around.i
n.the.dark•whil
e.I.search.for.w
hat.had.gone...
missing•whil
e.I.try.to.rega
in.the.spark•
while.I.conju
re.light.from
.inexistent.k
indling•ple
ase.let.me.r
etrieve.it.•
please.giv
e.me.just.
another•
please.le
t.the.fla
me.I've
.lit•rec
over.t
he.ne
edle.
to.st
itch
.me
.ba
ck
..
.**
together•
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 9:09 AM UTC
.
Ho w
about I come
to your place to
night,so I can sho
w you the growth
ofmy natural log
I'm not being ob
tuse, you are be
ing a cute girl . Y
ou mustbe the sq
are root of -1 bec
ause you can't be
real. The derivat
ive ofmy love for
you is 0, because
my lovefor you is
constant. Why d
on't we use some
Fourier analysis
on our relation
ship and reduce
to a series of Sim
ple per io doc
Fun ctions. I wish i was
your calculus home work, because then
I'd be hard and you 'd be doing me on yo
ur desk.Hey, baby want to squeeze my
Theorem while I poly your
n o m i a l
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
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ple band• ••••• •convert-
in a sim- • ing the
mortality wishful
silver•im- to the
on gold or suppo-
mounted sed•we
nd•a rock have co-
pilling sa- me full
reats of s- circle •
ing the th- stars we'-
ther•beat- ve forged
forth toge- and coun-
journey ted•make
shall we reality out
of fable•
.
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 10:11 AM UTC
Throw a rock
In river
and the rip-
ple will fade.
The river,
it moves on.
Yes, time stops
for no one
But it does
not forget
about the rock
that was thrown.
It's still there
sitting at
the bottom;
out of sight
out of mind.
As time moves
on, and more
ripples made.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
Intrusion
~~~~~~~
The scent of pine came strong with the wind that morning
Blowing above the countless small ripples that seemed to hurry
Traveling...uninterrupted...playing their game,
Unraveling floating tree branches,
Tangled in a mess, with cracked bamboo poles...
Red dragonflies, orange butterflies and green-breasted birds,
Hovered
Over the clear blue water...
Unafraid...
They knew they would be
Unscathed
So long as they kept a safe
Distance above the surface.
Water flowing was a soft, caressing music....
like a lullaby
playing, by the peaceful river,
The river...a vast dance floor, where serenity waltzed
Where leaves had fallen...carried further away
By the playful breeze...
and the nonstop current that ran deep,
~~~~~~~~~~~
Deep as the thoughts of a lone soul, treading the shore
Both hands in pockets...taking time to walk
...lifting each foot from the crumbling sand
...while singing a song---
"Imagine there's no heaven
...it's easy if you try...
...no hell below us
...above us, only sky
Imagine all the people
...living for today....hmm...."
...kicked a small twisted can
three---four steps, then kicked a used paper cup
seemed to be good at kicking
not concerned about hitting anybody
like it was common territory....
"Imagine there's no countries
it isn't ...hard to do
nothing to **** ....or... die for
and...no religion....too
~~~~~~~~
imagine all the peo...ple
living...life...in...peace...hmm"
Walking...and kicking...there appeared a rhythm
Humming...singing same lines over...and over
Seemed to enjoy the walking
The kicking, the singing
And the wading
"You may say i'm a dreamer
...but i'm not the only one
...hmmm... someday....you'll join....
And the world...will be....as one....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The ripples rushed..........
..............down the waterfall
.................cascaded...fast...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
.....................and before long
....the river....
and the intruder
became...one.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~the birds whistled
~~~the leaves rustled
~the wind whispered
They all sweetly sang
Like distant church bells
That softly rang.
Sally
Copyright July 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 3:42 AM UTC
Tomcat has his breakfast
of Mice Krispies
and reads his mewspapers
when Molly comes out with a snarl
in her purr-ple pajamas
she claws him all over
there’s such a caterwauling
and Tomcat emerges bewildered:
What? Why?
She’s upset that all night
her hubby Tomcat
called out for Cat Woman in his sleep
*And what do I do with Tomcat
after this Claw Enforcement?* thinks Molly
Oh, just hiss and make up
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 8:22 AM UTC
Would that life could be this simple,
that a poet could dip his pen,
write a poem that paid his mortgage princ'ple.
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 10:20 AM UTC
Calmly open the door (are there too many 'L's?)
and-
andandandandandandandandandandand-
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
There, now there are too many 'A's. And Haitches.
So, welcome in, leave your hat in the corner, try some fine sparkling apple juice - no, your the beautiful one tonight, ma'am, uh, m'lady - oh, sit down, sit down, leave your suitcase on the floor, it's fine, would you care for the dessert- wait, no, we haven't even got the appetisers, silly me, and I-
oh, sorry, I needed to breathe.
Did I ruin the night for you?
Terribly sorry.
Hey, wait a second, miss, no, ma'am, no, wait, no, m'lady. M'lady! Milady, please, no, ple-
So, do you think it's a coincidence that your hat that day was the same colour as my entrails?
Oh, sorry, m'lady, didn't mean to gross you out.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC
Pai n voi ces b od ys c o r p s e s gu ilt hat re d ang er sad ness blo od gu ts ste nch de a th he ll peo ple ene mys all ies fam ily lov ed o n e s fri ends se arin g pa i n b r ok en b o nes to rtu re N O mer cy
men tal sani ty L O S T m in d br o k e n HIM I am HIM n o i c a nt b e ple as e just
ki ll M E?
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 4:02 AM UTC
i can feel the string threaded beneath
the thin skin on the inside of my wrist
it is my substitute veins
full of nothing but nothingness (so sim
ple) and I want to burst in to
a million trillion pieces of brightly colored
tissue paper that is not meant for noses
but the string becomes tighter
and tighter
and tighter still
until I feel the cotton ***** stuffed down my throat
and my lungs are constricted and set aflame
I can not find my sharpened scissors
let me check the other drawer
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC
Li-ttle peo-ple do-ing a-dult things.
Life is too slow, get out of the slow lane.
Friends are too dull, get out of your mind.
Hitch a ride on the veins of your arm.
This liquid is the fertilizer to your flowers.
The ink to your shocking autobiography.
You've broken those ropes that once constrained,
Left that home that made you gasp for air.
So drive off into the sunset and breathe.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
I can only make myself write about the people who don't hurt, those that don't matter.
I can't wait for the day that I can write about you.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
There used be this radio station
....Until I a w a k e
That played all the songs I really liked
. .....*We just ......hope that you
ma de it.*
But it never came in quite right
*We hope that
you're celeb
ratin
g.*
But I still used to listen everyday
With peo. ple you mis...shhhhh/ s.
To the static.
*And bur..... li
ke a beaco
n,*
Because somehow it was still satisfying
*Guidi
ng........... our s
.............hip*
And when it would rain,
*aroun
d this helli
sh shoal.*
I guess it cut out the interference.
I'm happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed,
And maybe thats why...
I feel you when it rains
Cause I'm missing you to death.
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 4:31 AM UTC
everything i write
is nothing like me
id even say maybe
i have more conn-
ection to other pe
-oples work than
my own
how do other peo
-ple find the words
they actually want
to write or is it all
just like some kind
of settling
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
iknowiknowiknow
you are just _ that _ ache
that hurt. that. will. not.
go.
》》》》away
LEss of an op^en^ wou^^^^nd than 108
,...days a _ go
}whenthe15thofNovember}} was my
fa ~vor~ite~
MorE than a purple bruise
₩hat was there//somethingaboutme; you thought. you. could. use.
[until _ you _ did _ n't]
my blind can't help me now
you seeped into^ these^ bones
&itjustwon;'t;leave
me
a
[lone]
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 2:42 AM UTC
You shake like a ******* crack addict coming down,
Yet, you've never smoked it in your life,
I don't mean to be obnoxious,
But, jesus christ!
Are you alright?
"Get out of here."
Pardon? I'm here to help you.
"They* want me, and with you here,
You're in their way,* Go."
Who is they, lady?
Who are they?!
*"No! Please! GOD NO!
No. No. No.
Ple-"* cough splutter urrrrrk
Speechless, I watched you choke
Twist and break your bones,
I've never, seen something so violent,
I watched you give in and die
To the voices inside your head,
And it was all their doing,
Whoever the **** they are...
Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 5:09 AM UTC
Please
please
pleas
plea
ple
pl
p
.
( One day i'll stop )
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 12:48 AM UTC
Silence!
The word blurts out
These voices wont stop...
As my body sleeps
My mind can't rest
Because its plagued by these voices these terrible pests...
Prehapse they're my past regrets ?
Things I never said ?
Things I never did ?
Prehaps they're emotions of a confused kid ?
Sadness ,anger ,fear,hate,joy,lust,passion,nothingness, pain.
All of those fighting for control
Please
Please
Please
Plea...
Ple...
Silence!
I shout again
Stop your driving me insane..
I know I am broken that I can not change
The world turned me into this
And like this I will stay
I can not change so the voices to will stay
Emotions regret
So to I pray tonight
Lord above give me peace
So that I may rest
Or
Lord above take my soul so that I may forver rest
Freed from these voices
these terrible pests.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 5:29 AM UTC
•
••••
•
• •
If we examine all the love poems
All the love stories
here on Hello Poetry
We easily come to the conclusion that all the effort
All the attempts to find and experience Love
have actually led to a LESSENED amount of Love
An actual INCREASE in hatred
In animosity
In violence
In confusion
than was there to begin with !
••
STILL
WE GO ON !!!
absurdly brain / washed !
In the Matrix !
Sheep /ettes
Becoming full grown
Sheep / ple !!!
•
WHY ?
://:
The only sane conclusion
Is that we ENJOY
hurting / destroying !
Each other
& ( even )
ENJOY being hurt
For reasons that may be different
For each person
///
Perhaps
In the name of
Poetic integrity
And
Simple honesty
Our resident
Mutilated mutilators
Will tell us
And say something other
Than the loveless gibberish
We are all accustomed to hearing
THIS HAS BEEN A
PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT
FROM GOD
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
hea rts
lo ve pa in
and
yearn to learn
thro ugh
gri ef.
ple ase
for get
m y
shal low
lo ve
de ar
for I
cannot
.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
I
stopped being
scared long
enough to
realize you..
One day won't
matter. If the Earth
stops turning and the
tides reclaim the equator
I'll let the sea swallow your thoughts
I won't worry if you made it to your house safe at midnight
If one day
The pyramids are the
only things that make it in this
world then I won't cry thinking that
I keep losing what I already lost when I said goodbye
If the Sun stops
burning then I won't mind
when the cold becomes my hands
then I
will no longer care to hear you
complain about their lack of warmth
If we
were the last
peo- ple
alive then
I would
still love you
B u t t h i s t i m e
I wouldn't dare waste the time we had left
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC