Reckoners poems on Hello Poetry

Devan Proctor Mar 2013

More tagalong
more chirping, the people kind
and hibiscus flowers in my mouth,
and so much effort to grasp each age and eye of mine
in two pastel-sticky-fingered hands
after hearing "pontification" uttered
in my head, so far off ago,
despite the delight still sifting
through my opal waves of brain,
some iridescent sponge,
absorbing sensuality,
roaming freely in the park,
contending with philosophers and bums
yet confusing the two heads
under a waxing crescent,
bright like an angel's sickle,
a pearly scythe,
just the moon and the reckoners
with no home base.

Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019

The Whether Man

"A little water clears us of this deed."
We wait and we wonder
If he will show.
He trended too soon, perhaps.
A sinus rhythm about to plateau.
"I have a score to settle,"
He said with his last dying breath.
Nevermind the hearsay,
We witnessed with our own eyes,
He dripped like blood.
And now we'll sleepwalk
With Lady Macbeth,
Looking over our shoulder
For any sound of his return.
A time of iniquity,
Reckoners by proxy.
Put them to bed,
Now they are dreams
Descending into madness.

If we **** our conscience, it will always come back to haunt us

#satire #macbeth #conscience #decisions #madness #evil #shakespeare

Altered Perception Oct 2017

Archangels Of Solace

Red, Purple and Blue, flickers above and beyond You
Faint glow or shimmering glitters of a different hue
Guides of solace through times of despair
Harbouring the love, as unique tool, they could use to repair
What as long been selfishly doomed unfair

Hear now the call or be lost in the plot
Illusions endured, darkened reveries tied with a knot
Loosen all grips, forget what we are not
Forsaken, reckoners live their tales as a dot

To the Earth, solemnly we swear
Our eternal pledge, to guard its lands and lakes like the bear
For essential, is not what is displayed by those deceiving eyes
But forever, is what is, still, behind the great veil of lies

Warriors conquer selves and be bold
Indulge in truth and with all of your might behold
Universe’s promise of a proper meaning,disguised in what weighs more than gold

Altered Perception ©

This one is for those ascending souls that i'm sure heard the call

Aditya Roy Aug 2019

Reckoned Half

Cupid's arrow doesn't miss
Nobody sees, the naked lady woven
In the kiss, of jealousy and envy
Unable to make out the two, but, arrows
Make the difference, and silence the soul
There are only love and unchanging affection, steadfast

Cupid come down from your throne
Look at the weapons you've left weeping
Crying gentle tears, and ten-year-old boy fortified by the challenge
Mortified by the lack of reckoners, apple's lying cut in two
Waiting for the plastic love to cover the ****** up

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