Relevent poems on Hello Poetry

Sarah Kline Dec 2015

your voice, your opinion, it's all relevent but so is mine

the way my name escaped your lips
my name being whispered in my ear
by your voice
the only voice I ever desired to hear
now there's no chance to listen to your voice
knowing that can cause a tear
or two or three or a million
i want to know how you are
do you miss me
you said you were happier with me
then you spoke for me and said that I was unhappy
with you in my life
i miss telling you all I feel
I miss hearing silence or you listening
you let me say how I feel
if you wouldn't have spoken for me
I would have said yes, it's not easy
but you don't make me unhappy
being with you brings my heart to glee
but not when I know you don't want me

#sad #you #me #missyou

betterdays Apr 2014

made of....

i am made of...
thought...
ink and pen and paper... and so much more.
scribbled phrases on diner napkins.
post it notes stuck to walls.
scrawled doggerel in bathroom pens.
phrased ideology in lined notebooks.
spinnered words on lazerprinted A4.
scraps of inklings, on ripped butcher's bags and wrappings.
condolences in funeral books.
ideas capital lettered on cards,
pinned to cork boards.
epitaphs stonemasoned
into granite blocks.
fury arranged just so,
on parchment.
newsprinted with loose blurry, black ink on broadsheets
scribed by pointed stick on
firm wet sand.
notes on heavy cards, of love
and light bright shiny stuff.
discarded sentence startings, left crumpled, lost in a bin.
loss, written with red wine on white table cloth.
art, etched on vellum anciently old, suprisingly relevent.
tapped into tablets both stone
and techview.
blue and red markers squeaked onto white boards.
daubed on canvas with a fine sable brush.
tatttoo-ed upon ones flesh.
carved into wooden school desks.
pressed into moist clay by delicate fingernails.
marked so deeply upon a soul.
chalked to cement,
to stay for...
but a short season.
written for some very, (un)important reason.
courage to speak, sing, whisper, shout, cry, laugh, observe and ponder.
this is me....
i am a word written down.. any word, any word.
i am undeniable, desirable often incomplete
always open always waiting
for some one...
......just like you ...
to open your heart let me in
to recognize a new start
to have a play, a scribble,
doodle, pen jive. to become
alive.... to thrive,
just begin with a single letter.....then another,
go on be brave...
..........grant me liberty....

Ella Rose Anderson Oct 2011

Waves

Two of them, pulling
A new experience? Not really.
But new, altogether, in a way
to me.

One is dominating and effective,
the other a gentle beckoning
And it's obvious how this battle
will turn out.

Both so close,
yet so far away.
A cliche
but so relevent here

You both caress, both feel, both know.
Each in your own way
Both of which I crave

Let's twist this structured reality and burn our self-imposed circumstances

We are more than this.
Or, at least, we could be.

idk Aug 2013

advice to you and myself

i feel alone often, vaccant like no one can see me but i can see everything else thats going on around me & that nothing i do is relevent idk i have those days where i just isolate the thought of being isolated & ik how u feel my bestfriend ditched for another person & found another bff too & idk it made me sad for the longest & still does & its ****** bc were not close anymore & i miss us being close you know, idk i miss the memories i think thats the big thing & the lesson u get out of things, the memories mean more than the events themselves, dependent on the situation

i wrote this a while ago, advice to someone else, and now seeing what i've learned is fascinating

RazanSidErani Apr 2015

Vain Out

The flight with you was out of this world
I wouldn't want to live in again
The following information isn't relevent
But I think I owe you an explanation
Every second of every minute of every day was a mistake
I wouldn't accuse you for wasting my time
You made me want a wildlife
Free of charge ready for your collection
Except I wasn't ready to go yet or ready to leave yet
I will not ask you to wait and set me free
I will not ask you to stand by my side as my friend
I will not ask you to come find me
I'll look into the mirror and fade away
I'll ask you to forgive me and move on
Because I'm never gonna come back

#letgo #fled

Courtney Jean Mar 2015

Crazier

How you look reflects how you feel.
so baby, always smile.
The eyes are windows to the soul, at least that's what I've been told,
but there are not enough stars in the sky nor do they shine quite as bright as the
constellations beside me.
Oh.. how I'd love to be the reason why they light up so vibrant.
That devious smile curving along your lips.
Meeting mine in a deep kiss.
The face I have the pleasure to gaze upon everynight,
there's a universe hidden beneath your skin.
I've come to the realizion that I may have wasted my life calling for the mediocre attention of the moon.
Light and dust from the comet fingertips, tracing patterns over my skin.
Life is too short and darling, we're too young to keep dwelling over pieces of the past.
They no longer serve us well.
Let's leap forward. Start again. Hold our breath, head held high.
Hand in hand, I promise I'll stay, if you fight.
So, let's go of everything that's no longer relevent.
I could drift away from the atmosphere.
As long as I was by your side through this crazy thing we call life.
The two of us together in this world.
Let's drive them crazier.

- Courtney Jean

Brujo Alligatore May 2015

Rigmarole, all of it

Deep deepy deep deepy deep deep down
I believe there's NO WAY anybody even gets what's going on "really" yet.
God, creator, purpose, metaphysics... We just gotta tell ourselves something to shut up the wondering so we can get on with survival and reproduction, and maybe even comfort enhancement.
Go ahead and **** your thumb with certainty, but I KNOW none of us even get it AT ALL.
Model T on the moon.
Eventually you figure out how to make it vroom
But why is it there?
Like me here.
Why?
Survey says: No reason relevent to my frame of reference,
I'm guessing.
That's my rigmarole.
Not worth a bit of "Reality."

Stevie Ray Oct 2014

Lost Core

Where am I?
Where do I begin
and more importantly
Where does the socially created me begins
and ends?
My mind is filled with thoughts
some relevent, most of them are beyond my control.
So where am I?
Where do I reside in all this wiring?
Where is Me, in all this genetic coding?
The eight percent of my behaviour
dictated by the environment I grew up in.
This complete package that is molded by my perants
is great..
But where am I?
What is it that makes me, me?

Do I reside in my heart? All battered and torn?
Do I reside in my thoughts? All shattered and worn..
Do I reside in Life? Swimming but the currents are strong.
Thrown from left to right, do I reside in the shipwreck of this storm?
Or am I the shipwreck trying to get to the shore?
It's frustrating how I feel lost
and how I am trying to find back my core.
But these questions remain unanswered..
I hope I will find them when I am home..

The seperation of soul and body..
What is your core and "where" is it?
What is it that makes you purely you?
What parts of us is molded by our environment and the paradigm of society? And where does that part begin and end? What is it that makes you uniquely you?

SelinaSharday Jan 2019

Diamonds@R.Poetry

I cast my pearls before a blind man.
I assumed he could appreciate my open hand.
Some share diamonds
with blind men scorpions.
Assuming they are worthy champions.
Poets offer gifts freely at broad doors.
Usually these are doors that can't understand metaphors.
Poor hearts some just can't relate.
They can't consume a healthy poetic plate.

There are those that will say speak plainly to me.
Keep it easy and elementary.
But for a poet there's revelation in the mystery.
Often we feel they just don't get me.
The less you read write learn or explore..
The less you want to dive into the brains deep shores.
I could give you a plain white flower.
Or I can decorate it give it colorful power.
If you don't understand the reasons.
That there are beautiful things in all the seasons.
And how every dish has its flavors.
How every emotion is relevent enhanced with its vapors.

Then I will just have to understand..
and pull back my gifted hands.

I'll give you a 1 and not a 2..
I'll give the less and let that do for you.
I'll keep my poetic expressions.
You'll not slander my word therapy notations.

My gifted juicy stories.. will be like vibrant leaves.
Bouncing freely on strong big trees.
Ready for the picking,
for those that love reaching.
Those that love climbing.
Those that love giving, sowing, planting and achieving.
We all will keep glowing in sunlight..
Rays of knowledge colorful simmering delight.

Yes sometimes we try to share some sunshine..Even with the blind..
Some chose to stay blind.
But if you could get to feel the light.
Would you still put up such a fight.
Poetic liberty is justice for me..It sets the captive free.
Poetic Therapy is soulful,
bringing every emotion possible.
Poetry..
Unveils or conceals situations of lifes mystery.
By SelinaSharday..2019..S.A.M

casting of pearls

#diamonds #pearls #poetry

Paul Glottaman Jan 2018

Giants once tread.

Once a giant they fall through night skies
and into the empty loam where truth lies.
The greatest among them, coward now and small.
It wavers and wans where once it stood proud and tall.
All things, they are told, eventually fade and die.
All things retreat rather than give or try.

And so they crash through dim and distant tropospheres,
through fatally close and relevent new world fears.
They are trapped by binding digital text.
Caught forever in one server rack or the next.
They are ancient relics that once screamed hope at a void.
They are now cold, ignored and most of all annoyed.

Notice me, no one hears them cry into the intangible nothing.
Notice me! they keen and wail and empty makes the noise ring.
They are surrounded by their own unheard pleas.
They are bound to die forgotten and on their knees.
And what then becomes of us? You may ask.
Who, if not the giants and the old gods, will bring us to task?

There is no longer a force pushing us to crisis.
There is fear and there is cold and here is echoed lifeless.
And are we willing to reinvent the past? To pay these prices?
To walk with old giants and call them good and righteous.
If we were better we could fix this open blindness.
If only we weren't weak, tired and so bitterly indecisive.

If we only had one small chance. One good clue.
If only we could make manifest choice and brand new.
In glades we sip from blades of forest grass a rejuvenating dew.
If only we numbered in many and not in so damnably few.
If we could turn these broken gears and feel red rather than blue.
If we could be anything but ******* me and ******* you.

Charles Sturies Jan 2018

Some of My Latest Pet Peeves

Dudes who think they're cool
studs and *** symbols who are
slimey and adenoid cases
Non-combat vets who they're
combat vets.
Followers who think they're
leaders.
People who have delusions of
grandeur.
There're other people
who are way better.
Some of the shady looking
people in politics today.
People faking eccentricity
because the think it's going to
get 'em a better deal medically
you know,
We say the all-round man
symptoms where guys think they're
a combination of John Wayne and
Jimmy Dean with shades of
Vincent Van Gogh thrown in
Relevent gay people who imagine
their lives to be perfect
Certain plastic TV shows being in
fashion as well as kinda tacky food.

-Charles Sturies

Delton Peele Jan 2021

Old soul

Its what"is"
Thats the only
Thing relevent
The only thing
Thee...... ......only......
Right now ..... stone cold sober......
Im sure i could be
..........and i know ....ya know.......
**** man i dont know ........
I take that back
I know this ......
Oh it hurts though ......I aint tryin to bring anybody down ........
I appologise
...guess this is sorta anonymous.....i mean no ones gonna see this ...snot and tears
And the ugly face all grimmaced and red barkin convulsive like hungry seal.......
Askin stupid **** outloud over and over .
As i sit here alone in my ex wifes room ......
After just loosing my father..........
On the anniversary of loosing my mother ........
Its new years day ...........at noon........
My ex "Is " still out with her new.
(*******)
Lover ....oh .I
No.........I
Know this "is"
How my love goes ...........
I sit here with our Son.......
Hes so amazing ...Im so proud ....its hard not
To let him see me cry . ...
It just. ........."IS"

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