Soound poems on Hello Poetry

NOLWAZI JOUBERT Dec 2020

Should I tell him I miss him? Or should I lay in bed and pretend his besides me?
If i told him I missed him he would say am lying.
And if I told him i loved him...
God only knows if it's true.
Today the soound of his heart beat plays in my chest.
His silly giddy moments flicker in my mind.
I can feel him,
Not sure if I should say "His here, right besides me"
I suppose it's just me being will again.

Question is, does he feel this way when he thinks of me too?

To the one who I seem to love even more when ever I try to hate him.

Maxwell Clouse Sep 2019

Sounds Down The Hallway

There was a sound on the floor down the hallway.
it sounded like the thunder before a storm.
like the soound of my heart when it is no longer warm.
The sound of someone falling on the floor,
because they were fighting and ******* take anymore.
There was a sound on the floor down the hallway.
The sound of childrens feet running from fear.
Sound of feet that weren't there while you were near.
There were sounds down the hallway...
that you could hear, even though there's no one there.
You can feel the prescence, but you're alone.
You're alone in the world...
There were sounds down the hallway...
It's in your head.
But where is the hallway.

rm Apr 2020

my next apeirogonic love

she had always
felt
those romantic,
amorous,
passionate,
and intimate
kinds of emotions
since forever began,
too old
to remember.

metaphorical expressions
like mathematical equations
aren't quite enough,
ample to be exact?

she had her first
touch of love,
the first scent,
first soound,
first dance,
and the
first petrichor of love,
friday's love.

but such assymptotic
love ended in a
form of chemistry,
too much of everything
is just too toxic.

but love is composite,
love forswears,
love is uncertain
yet love is
boundless,
and love can aquiese.

when something
ends, something
begins.

now she learned,
now she grew,
and will continue
to walk her way
towards
her next
apeirogonic love.

— The End —