"seeable" poems - Hello Poetry

on any hill without a cross, they pause, and the father points. when they are tired, father and son, they plunk into then off the sides of valley homes. one home in particular remembers thinking kids these days roll anything looks like a tire. your own father smacks whichever finger lifts without the rest. says you sleeping don’t mean your epilepsy knows. in your dreams the father does not point, and there isn’t a son. just a man on one hill after the other, sunlight purling into the seeable dark yarn sea. his eyes leaving his head, somersaulting, somersaulting, godbraving.

0

Jul 2, 2012

Jul 2, 2012 at 1:45 PM UTC

barton-d-smock

fantast

on any hill without a cross, they pause, and the father points. when they are tired, father and son, they plunk into then off the sides of valley homes. one home in particular remembers thinking kids these days roll anything looks like a tire. your own father smacks whichever finger lifts without the rest. says you sleeping don’t mean your epilepsy knows. in your dreams the father does not point, and there isn’t a son. just a man on one hill after the other, sunlight purling into the seeable dark yarn sea. his eyes leaving his head, somersaulting, somersaulting, godbraving.

17

I have looped around this garden for days Returning to thorny bushes that scrape my skin Returning to soft sweet scented flowers Untouchable but tempting My legs grow tired I am weak And yet I walk this circle constantly Unending Never stopping Ruthless cycles I have become a slave to selfishness Reaching for the softness, the beauty of the flowers To touch their petals with careful hands Hold them to my lips and feel all that I can Unreachable but seeable and so I see I walk to see And see again And as I start the next turn my heart only longs To see more I pass by the thorns I am trailing blood Just please let me touch Let me come back to the flowers So the walk does not stop The loop is unending I **** myself slowly My weapon, is want

0

Dec 24, 2017

Dec 24, 2017 at 9:02 AM UTC

greenmintleaves

selfishness

I have looped around this garden for days Returning to thorny bushes that scrape my skin Returning to soft sweet scented flowers Untouchable but tempting My legs grow tired I am weak And yet I walk this circle constantly Unending Never stopping Ruthless cycles I have become a slave to selfishness Reaching for the softness, the beauty of the flowers To touch their petals with careful hands Hold them to my lips and feel all that I can Unreachable but seeable and so I see I walk to see And see again And as I start the next turn my heart only longs To see more I pass by the thorns I am trailing blood Just please let me touch Let me come back to the flowers So the walk does not stop The loop is unending I **** myself slowly My weapon, is want

27

When your heart says yes but your mind says no It’s difficult to choose which path to go Easy to advise, but when it’s your time The game transforms like Optimus prime If you have to choose between the two People say it’s something you just have to do You can’t have your cake and eat it too If only the future was predictable Even slightly to predict the best choice for the fore seeable, Future, Like a sunrise or a sunset or what people will say when you tell them that water is not wet When you make an investment you should follow it through From the end , to the start through the middle too As long as it takes until you reach success But the grass on the other side might actually be best It’s hard to believe that who came second could be worth your time Because she was not first in line will number one always hang on your mind Who even wants to be second best It’s not fair to say what’s hers is hers and what’s hers is mine Apparently when you love something you have to set it free And if it comes back then forever it will be But she set him free and he’s on his way back I guess it’s clear that the saying is true He is on his way back to number one and not number two

0

Feb 15, 2018

Feb 15, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC

Jenuine

Torn

When your heart says yes but your mind says no It’s difficult to choose which path to go Easy to advise, but when it’s your time The game transforms like Optimus prime If you have to choose between the two People say it’s something you just have to do You can’t have your cake and eat it too If only the future was predictable Even slightly to predict the best choice for the fore seeable, Future, Like a sunrise or a sunset or what people will say when you tell them that water is not wet When you make an investment you should follow it through From the end , to the start through the middle too As long as it takes until you reach success But the grass on the other side might actually be best It’s hard to believe that who came second could be worth your time Because she was not first in line will number one always hang on your mind Who even wants to be second best It’s not fair to say what’s hers is hers and what’s hers is mine Apparently when you love something you have to set it free And if it comes back then forever it will be But she set him free and he’s on his way back I guess it’s clear that the saying is true He is on his way back to number one and not number two

24

What maniacal deception lies beyond these dulled streetlights Along seeable avenues under the nights waning , Gibbous Moon Burrows of iniquity , soma profiles along deafening boulevards ..

0

Mar 25, 2016

Mar 25, 2016 at 11:34 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

Terminus

What maniacal deception lies beyond these dulled streetlights Along seeable avenues under the nights waning , Gibbous Moon Burrows of iniquity , soma profiles along deafening boulevards ..

3

Darkness is the way people move. I walk out at night and see shadows lurking around me. I lurk around myself, watching the people pass by, never noticing me. I walk silently, not wanting to be accused, noticed, seeable. I move the way people move, blending in. I’m alone. I don’t want to be alone. Every darkness has a light and my light has been found. I walk past everyone now, wanting to be noticeable. My light shines brightly, with friendship as my oil. I smile every time I see them and I never want to stop. It make’s me happy. And I hope… I hope it makes them happy too.

0

Apr 18, 2015

Apr 18, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC

maka22alburn33

Friendship is like oil

Darkness is the way people move. I walk out at night and see shadows lurking around me. I lurk around myself, watching the people pass by, never noticing me. I walk silently, not wanting to be accused, noticed, seeable. I move the way people move, blending in. I’m alone. I don’t want to be alone. Every darkness has a light and my light has been found. I walk past everyone now, wanting to be noticeable. My light shines brightly, with friendship as my oil. I smile every time I see them and I never want to stop. It make’s me happy. And I hope… I hope it makes them happy too.

19

I picture you as Mars, habitable, alive and thousands of miles away. I'd float around your atmosphere without a mask, sharing air once more. No tubes or crators trapped in your skin. No land rovers or machines for your body to be plugged in. You ethereal being, my heaven, world, and planet. Mother Earth number two, unreachable but seeable. One small step for mankind, one giant leap into the after life. I miss you.

0

Jun 10, 2017

Jun 10, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC

madison-moskowitz

Cancer

I picture you as Mars, habitable, alive and thousands of miles away. I'd float around your atmosphere without a mask, sharing air once more. No tubes or crators trapped in your skin. No land rovers or machines for your body to be plugged in. You ethereal being, my heaven, world, and planet. Mother Earth number two, unreachable but seeable. One small step for mankind, one giant leap into the after life. I miss you.

1

In the field of martial arts The lesson i was taught is to love No anger can win a war but a determination of sympathy The kicks of passion and the blows of carresses Soft tender punches to a painful-less action All to a triumph of victory. To keep the calm is to stop the war, ablaze of cover fired seized in touches of shouts Who is it that i have never met, one who loves to surrender Effectivenes can buy a surrender rather than a story of words of sympathy in tears They only make a good story and buy temporary times Now see what the future has not on your side laying by the successful' pillow How nany of chances can you blow to have a series of a hit goal You nail your opportunities to the wall and cry for desires of dreams under rehabilitation Thats the way to say the insane are brighter than your conscious You live in a poverty of deep thinking while the answer swims by the surface floor And why wish to step too high before you can walk on the possibles(captioned seeable & achievable Things) How ignorance has made you ran a race to the start line as life drives to the finish line. Which color do you paint life. Dreams, possibilities, extraordinary, father-mother cry, run of hustle.

0

Jul 19, 2016

Jul 19, 2016 at 7:02 AM UTC

thomas-bron-mukama

The Eyes Behind My Back

In the field of martial arts The lesson i was taught is to love No anger can win a war but a determination of sympathy The kicks of passion and the blows of carresses Soft tender punches to a painful-less action All to a triumph of victory. To keep the calm is to stop the war, ablaze of cover fired seized in touches of shouts Who is it that i have never met, one who loves to surrender Effectivenes can buy a surrender rather than a story of words of sympathy in tears They only make a good story and buy temporary times Now see what the future has not on your side laying by the successful' pillow How nany of chances can you blow to have a series of a hit goal You nail your opportunities to the wall and cry for desires of dreams under rehabilitation Thats the way to say the insane are brighter than your conscious You live in a poverty of deep thinking while the answer swims by the surface floor And why wish to step too high before you can walk on the possibles(captioned seeable & achievable Things) How ignorance has made you ran a race to the start line as life drives to the finish line. Which color do you paint life. Dreams, possibilities, extraordinary, father-mother cry, run of hustle.

19

eyes burn from sights of him talents, seeable from afar my hand in his firm unchangeable distances separate, goodbye

0

May 8, 2021

May 8, 2021 at 8:17 AM UTC

myreallife

distance

eyes burn from sights of him talents, seeable from afar my hand in his firm unchangeable distances separate, goodbye

6

it all started with the first cut. just one small cut was all i needed. it made the emotional pain go away. it made me feel human, a human with feelings. the first cut thats all it was. it slowly grew into more, the first cut, its seeable to many but you. the first cut came from you. thats all it was. everyone was the first cut. they all came and they never left. the silk white lines across my skin. the red lines left but the silkish white lines they will only come, never go.

0

Jul 8, 2015

Jul 8, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC

brookemyers

THE FIRST CUT

it all started with the first cut. just one small cut was all i needed. it made the emotional pain go away. it made me feel human, a human with feelings. the first cut thats all it was. it slowly grew into more, the first cut, its seeable to many but you. the first cut came from you. thats all it was. everyone was the first cut. they all came and they never left. the silk white lines across my skin. the red lines left but the silkish white lines they will only come, never go.

16