Sholder poems on Hello Poetry

Sydney Victoria Sep 2012

A Ghostly Moon Climbed,
Over A Thick Tree Line,
The Ground Was Covered With Mud,
Adreniline Swam Inside Churning Blood,
A Lip Was Being Bitten,
To Block Back A Scream,
A Story Was Being Written,
Even Though It Was A Dream

Green Eyes Turned To Gold,
Ontop Of Wood,
That Was Rotting,
It Was So Old,
Talons Ripped Through The Moss,
Her Heart Was Being Tossed,
Around In Her Chest,
She Wasn't Human Then,
But She Was At Her Best

A Sly Silhouette,
Crossed Her Path,
She Was Playing Russian Roulette,
But She Faced The Wrath,
She Layed On Her Back,
To Ask For Trust,
Piercing Her Neck,
Teeth Felt Like Tacks,
It Was Hard To Stay Calm
But It Was A Must

The Shadow Realeased Thy Grip,
But It Didnt Let Her Leave Without Blood Drip,
A Cut On Her Sholder,
Left A Scar,
One She Gained Underneath The Stars

She Woke With A Fright,
In The Early Morning Light,
Blankets At The End Of Her Bed,
A Red Hot Pounding In Her Head,
She Looked Down,
And What Did She See?
The Wound On Her Shoulder,
She Had Recived

KnudsonK Aug 2013

This Summer's Morning

Dawn echos
baby blue to eternity.
Brilliant white bergs of foamy mist....
....pulled in an invisible current..
Drifting in as one and out as another...
In a brisk, cool wave of sweeping freshness.
Up in my left periphial view a semi circle of gray...
dissipates into powder blue.
Simontaniously a vision...
over my right sholder,
a magnificant orb of intense illuminousness...
peeks up and over the horizon,
reaching and accending. Casting rays of clarity
and perfection. And radiating warmth that catches
in the breeze and softly lands upon my skin.
It says to me,"Good Morning!"

Christopher Stephens Jul 2010

4 Brothers Born Strong

4 brothers born strong to withstand all that is thrown at us.
When we stand side by side we are adamant to all dangers or obsticals.
We protect eachother with our lives. When troubles or emotional times come we are there to be a sholder to cry on for eachother and to think of ways to overcome the problems. 4 Brothers born strong different parents brothers brought together by bonding friendships here foreachother for anything. 4 brothers born strong.

blue Apr 2015

toast to my ghost

I flick the Bic,
take a hit,
inhale,
hold that ****.
exhale!
Now I'm lit.
Gone with the smoke and I love this ****.
im just shearin my feel
the real.
im the perpetrator/victim so i guess this is the ****.

Its ****** that he wrote.
And I quote,
"******'s what I wrote".
take note;
cause
it's becoming real hard for me to cope.
How am I supposed to be optimistic when
I've lost all hope.
Im rippin sippin and
Thinkin wrong.
In this world im alone and its starting to sound like the same sad song.

The downside of it all is ive become so skeptical of everything i even hate to ****** sleep cause of what i may see when i dream
But **** it three tears in a bucket.
The world that im familiar with hates and its made me do the same.
Aint no remorse and or empathy
Just the wrong and bad oh and i cant forget the shame.

Now im lookin over my sholder
waiting
im hatin debatin
And talkin out loud but no one hears what im sayin
Cause I'm the type of dude who speaks my mind
Im beyond mad but keepin kool calm and collected
**** wasn't always simple circumstances lead to here and there
And every situation i reacked it
Now im in a hectic type way
I can't say who it is or when their make the move
but my last breath they will steal.
I done some wrong's;
to he\she and even to me myself and I.
But that wasn't the deal
***** deeds done like nothing I didn't even have to try and hide.
I'd Ride against the other side.
Found what I wanted, lost what I needed.
How long can I go on if my wounded heart bled all the love that it had
inside and no longer has life to bleed.
forsaken by my seed's, family, and
Soul so full of envy hate and greed
I agreed
Went on to sign the deed

I hope this all made sense to yall who were here to hear my story
And so with that here i
Toast to my ghost.

Mercy B Apr 2013

Fair Wheather Friend

When I needed some one to lean on
You stepped away and watched me fall.

You said you would always lift me up
When I was crashing down you did nothing at all.

Any time you needed a sholder to cry on
I was the first in line to be there.

When tables turned and I had to cry
My sorow was too much for you to bare.

You cut me deep, my soul left to bleed
With your lies and wicked schemes

I don't need your fair wheather friendship
You take two-faced to a whole new extremes.

Stu Harley Aug 2013

An Irish Moon

how lucky
the sweet
blue sky
clouds bursting
in green clovers
with an
Irish moon
looking over
your sholder

Julian Revà Apr 2018

All the nocturnal dreads

There's a gap between what
I fear and what I think
to fear; there's a night, sure,
between those tiny things

Because to fear is to live,
as the leaf
in the burning forest
still breathing, fearing
not the death, but leaving the living

I do not fear the death
I just fear the night falling over
my sholder, my head; my integrity
what it means being me

I fear those things I'm not certain of
(as the rest of living things I think)
But scarier is to know
that we truely do not know
the certainty of all
the things we say we know

And of all those nocturnal dreads
there are a few that keep me awake
waiting for an answer that will never come
as the lost remembrance of an ancient love
as the farther forefather of a forgotten folk
as the man watching through my window
in a windy storm passing by the city

There's a lot of dreads at the midnight
that keep me awake thinking
about things that I should not
but I think all the condamned
are bound to write about nightmares
and imaginariums that does not belong to us
but yet, they're ours to transform

And maybe one day the dreads will go
far away from our city, as the storm
maybe one day we will burn as the leaf
and then we will stop fearing
what we do not really know

#night #dread #afterthought

Daylight 4U2C Aug 2015

Everyone has a story

Cathy said catch me,
as the sky grew dim.
The story of wolf for people like him.
He laughed at her text and he scowled at her tears.
He thought she was a faker but she was nothing near.
Cathy cathy, caught in a web of her mind.
catch me catch me, before I fall behind.

Louise was a artist
her dreams were her art.
But her dreams soon grew darker
and so did her heart.
She thought it would pass by,
but soon she'd retreat.
Never to leave home,
cuddling to her feet.

Cathy cathy, caught in a web of her mind.
catch me catch me, before I fall behind.

Louise Louise, cannot leave home for a tea
Leaving Leaving, she'd like to but she can't be free.

Rose smelled like her name,
caught boys in her thorns,
and her love was a game,
but some loves had horns
They'd treat her like a trash,
crumpled up, thrown away.
At night she'd be bleeding,
but look fine by the day.

Cathy cathy, caught in a web of her mind.
catch me catch me, before I fall behind.

Louise Louise, cannot leave home for a tea
Leaving Leaving, she'd like to but she can't be free.

Rose Rose, charred sholder and ER trips
Bleeding Bleeding, tomorrow a new set of lips.

Talor was the joke of school,
each year a new clown,
but he was always their fool
they'd steal his shoes,
and force him to drink *****.
His parents lost hope,
but acceptance was like a rope.

Cathy cathy, caught in a web of her mind.
catch me catch me, before I fall behind.

Louise Louise, cannot leave home for a tea
Leaving Leaving, she'd like to but she can't be free.

Rose Rose, charred shoulders and ER trips
Bleeding Bleeding, tomorrow a new set of lips.

Talor Talor, what kind of name is that?
Failure Failure, starving since they called him fat.

And there is a story in everyone's past but today you judge the present.

#sad #girl #older #women

Sirenes Sep 2016

Faith and gratitude

If it handn't been for you
I would've never stood here
With all these women
Competing to find
The strongest Highlander
I doubt anyone here
Is an actual Highlander

The one with the temper
She's from Spain
The ultimate butch
Is an Algarian *******
Finland and Poland
Are represented
And you, we may never find out
Who gave life
To your exquisite existance

But as I sat down under the pear tree
With you "dominant girls"
I hear a soft whisper
I wish I could reach up and give you one
I smiled and whipered back
so do it

And sure enough
As we spoke beneath
The tallest pear tree
One fell down
And hit you on the sholder
We roared from laughter

I said grace
To the voices
For restoring my faith
In that one voice
Who always echoes
In the depths of my heart
The one who has always been
Out of reach and out of touch
And it's fine
Because he's here anyway.

Charles McCue Sep 2016

The art of writing

Wishing both Passion and Anonymity
The same side of two coins
After ever, Eternity
First defeat had won
A growing cold beneath the flame
The careful waters nurtured
A passing notion for a kiss
Death presents His virtues

Will and Strength both in jest
Along with Constitution
Stir the muddied waters
Governed by Inspiration
Now chastened Fear beneath the moon
The aweful sonnet wispered
Left drunken Sorrow quite confused
On how he could have missed her

The quiet chains of Solitude
Sorrow kept in tow
Drug over the corpse of Pain
Where flowers never grow
The Writer with hypothesies
Sleeps beneath the covers
Quietly while on His sholder
Torture kindly hovers

Aurora May 2017

A Tiny Voice In The Crowd

As you come into the world, and you see the light, you hope you don't see it again, for a long, long time. You make new friends everyday, and gain opportunity. If you don't take some chances here and there, you have no right to say you're living, because to live is to have conflict, questions, answers, death and loss. The thing to remember, is not to cry, is not to whine, is not to make a fuss, because if you do, they will never stop staring, because they don't know the real you. If they don't know the real you, they'll think your over reacting, that it's all you. They might think that they know the problem, that they know the answer, but they don't, so keep quiet, always smile, never look at your feet, and most importantly, ignore the negativity, the comments, the devil on your sholder. Because you ARE worth it, and you DO matter, you are NOT a tiny voice in the crowd, you are a blooming Caterpillar, waiting to bloom into a beautiful Butterfly.

#beautifulbutterfly

Alex Mar 2016

If You

If you want to laugh,
I will be your smile.
I will be anything that you need.

If you want to fly,
I will be your sky.
Anything you need, that's what I will be.

If you want to cry,
I will be your sholder.
Everything you want, that's what I will be.

If you want to love,
I will be your heart.
I will always be what you Neded.

Lavender Menace Dec 2020

The Winter Of Loss & Peppermint Barks

Everyones all alone, silent for all but the sound of families hearing bad news.
Those are the real screams, the screams that ruin the joy you feel on the rollercoaster with but a memory, the screams that stop films with worry for someone no one worries for.
The screams that all def men fear, and the hearing will never truly hear. those screams, I pity those who have to hear almost as much as I pity the rain, the family, the winter.
I walk alone tip tapping through these drained white halls, with cold floors, closer doors and frigid screams sending chills through my mind.
And there she lies, alone on a bed that might as well be a wet floor,
It's so ***** with the bleached out stains of the lives it lost and the ones it took for more.
Those consistent beeps, all that's left of her voice that grows colder and colder, a cold ******* sholder And winter Winter grows closer, like a rabbit to its end.
Winter
A string with a single beep on a screen,all that she left was thoselong red streams of strings now they falter my wrists.
And oh, those screams.
Made by the rich yet poor, left in winter alone without a coat and they keep screaming and screaming until they run out of air. And even then when they cough up their lungs and they don't know what to do. They still scream a sound that only the blind can hear, all alone in the cold it grows closer to frost. And yet they make the sound that chases off autumn and frosts out the dents left behind by the maggots and hope that their sound will escape soon from winter.

i dont know how i feel about this one feedback is always welcome

#winter #screams #christmas #death #loss

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