Soughts poems on Hello Poetry

Jay M Wong Mar 2013

Oh, for the dearest ink of thy pen may soon then fade,
And then may find'st the dearest of hopes may thus betrayed,
For an artist's soul lends him nothing but mythical spells,
For the mere soonest or furthest of inevitable future farewells.
Thus, then shall he plead to the heavens to forsaken his heart,
As such remembrance and dreams shall he wishingly forgot.

Oh, let the debris of the wholesome heart fall upon the shallow earth,
Let the facades ring the brotheling walls and the truths seek a'girth.
Let the warren mind rest a'las for there yields nothing but wandering soughts,
And let the mindless wandering commence for has this but painful broughts.
Oh, but the broken pen yields no longer an image of the artist stride,
And let's thy work fall beneath the consuming hunger of the oceanic tide.

Oh you fragile and unfaithful life, let thy be of nothing a flowing stream,
And drift thy way towards the crossroads and paths of tis randomic scheme.

For then, may you think that the fall of greatness is but a event of sorrows and tears,
And then you tell thyself that these sorrows comes not in singles but greater pairs.
It is only after the passing of favorable time does thyself inevitably understand,
That only through the death of greatness can the birth of the greater come a'hand.

A poem on the loss of something valuable. A reference to Shakespeare's Hamlet as misfortunes coming as numerous events.

Adesumbo Jun 2013

*****So Gone A Paradise******

Of what lies the fate of being One? The aspirations of a paradise fast forgone.
Peers that flux to tame tide. Dreams of Heroes they far together glide. Morrows they lived to prosper in love. Affections that glow, no one needs to plough.
Rustic although was dark. ***** although civilisation was lack.

Yet! Still yet!!!
The bluntness of the spear cuts through many hearts.
Her invincible hand drops inventions of it kind to dirts.
A long journey into the wood is what draws nearer.
Moonlight folklores, dominating smell of affection in d air. Hopefulness of hopeless tomorrow’s meal a Dear.
Sounds of the storm, through pavorated doors, roofs left ajar.

The storm of life rages to scatter the sands.
Erosion into throats wanders fleshes into pounds.

Everyone, many one, all one soughts to touch what brains now serve as it grows. Big houses, bigger pockets, a good life as it goes.
Exodus of now, without a Moses of now into a promised land that Joshua never belonged. Pillars of light, Amalekites in all ways with many Yawehs.

Now! All is touched, many is known except a paradise that used to be. Crowds are made, Banks now a pocket, and so are Devils that flux as Bee.

Nostalgia haunts like nightmare. Ways back summons with all lyrics.
All ways looks like that fare. Heart longs, threatens to pieces.

I set back to trace all tunnels.
All tunnels that lead to paradise far forgone.
A Granny that gets all into her without funnel.
An uncle that treats all for one.

Journey that used to b an epic now concave. Rural that reminds paradise now like the hell forgone.
All I long to see now gone with the wave. Things are no more the way it used to be while we were one.

jeffrey conyers Aug 2012

In Truth(Recognize Her)

Hey!
She looks good.
Well, I guess.
If you say.

I just don't know.
Because I've got a woman that I love deeply.
We constantly hear.
You can look and not touched.
As a debated defense scheme.

But in truth.
You're showing the one you love disrespect.
Especially , when you breaking your neck to see.

And when caught.
You're offering all soughts of apologies.
Stay focus upon your true love.
And I bet you end up cherishing her.

Anything easy.
Is not a sign of strength.
Because to comprehend love.
Means, you're willing to see only her in your eyes.
The one that unselfishly gives you her love.

In truth.
Just recognize her.
She the picture of what love should be

Adesumbo Jun 2013

*************So Gone A Paradise************

Of what lies the fate of being One? The aspirations of a paradise fast forgone.
Peers that flux to tame tide. Dreams of Heroes they far together glide. Morrows they lived to prosper in love. Affections that glow, no one needs to plough.
Rustic although was dark. ***** although civilisation was lack.

Yet! Still yet!!!
The bluntness of the spear cuts through many hearts.
Her invincible hand drops inventions of it kind to dirts.
A long journey into the wood is what draws nearer.
Moonlight folklores, dominating smell of affection in d air. Hopefulness of hopeless tomorrow’s meal a Dear.
Sounds of the storm, through pavorated doors, roofs left ajar.

The storm of life rages to scatter the sands.
Erosion into throats wanders fleshes into pounds.

Everyone, many one, all one soughts to touch what brains now serve as it grows. Big houses, bigger pockets, a good life as it goes.
Exodus of now, without a Moses of now into a promised land that Joshua never belonged. Pillars of light, Amalekites in all ways with many Yawehs.

Now! All is touched, many is known except a paradise that used to be. Crowds are made, Banks now a pocket, and so are Devils that flux as Bee.

Nostalgia haunts like nightmare. Ways back summons with all lyrics.
All ways looks like that fare. Heart longs, threatens to pieces.

I set back to trace all tunnels.
All tunnels that lead to paradise far forgone.
A Granny that gets all into her without funnel.
An uncle that treats all for one.

Journey that used to b an epic now concave. Rural that reminds paradise now like the hell forgone.
All I long to see now gone with the wave. Things are no more the way it used to be while we were one.

Inked Papers Jun 2015

Seeking Autumn

"This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story."

It all started with those little things,
with miniscule meanings,
exchanging trivial thoughts,
interests caught in hapless soughts.

It all started with those little things,
but now then heavier meanings,
exchanges became personal,
growing feelings like an irrational.

I didn't wish to end those little things,
but now then just past kindlings,
messages left unanswered,
with sentients left untold.

Like a bubble it was,
floating aimlessly,
carefree,
it can be pricked,
or just pop.

*It is not a love story.

500DaysOfSummer
This entry is inspired by the movie mentioned above, the story (not the story of the movie) goes like this or sort of: the two fell got to to know each other with their everyday activities - the guy aimlessly enjoy conversing with that ******* unaware of his feelings eating his heart out. It were just little things - eating twix's, doing assigned works, watering plants, laughing, teasing, stating the obvious and all those cliches you know about. What is interesting is that- the guy misses the girl when it was all over for their little things to go on. He was haplessly seeking his bubble of happiness when it is long been pricked by someone else.

#love #sad #life #**** #unrequited #****

Manny Feb 2014

Isolated

I drowned in my tears, as they streamed down my face,
I took out my weapon from its glass case.
It gleamed in my hands as I turned it over and over,
Sat beside me - torn, what was once, a four leaf clover.

It has restrained me - and yet it torments,
with each blow to my arm; my mouth ferments.
Coughing - as i strangle myself with my thoughts,
I struggle to breathe as my mind soughts

Any comfort between these four walls,
Beckoning my name - I hear your calls.
They echo through the night and resonate through the day,
Leaving me in a crumpled heap of dismay.

I'm ripped, I'm torn, I'm broken,
here - take this metal as a symbol of my token.
For now, following the angels - I'll drift away,
Looking like I'm asleep in the place that I lay.

Karl Johnson Jun 2017

Drea(lity)M

Initially
        he thought to
        bring sight to the Blind
                       Desiring OsIris or
                       Evoke E(see)kiel

        But he looked in a mirror
               and couldn't see
                                      his self
         His mirror
         betrayed him
         transparent, anti-Narcissus
         he was

         Now
         he feels he has
         too              much
                    V  i  s  i  o  N
                                            his (soughts) self(s)
                     go in one             (thoughts)
                        eye and             (oughts)
                               out
                               the other
he, So Self-Aware, scares his mirror
                               wHEre
                               Who
                              (did) you see            then
                               Do                             now
                                                                 becoming
                                                                 tomorrow . . . ?

#vision #selfawareness #narcissus #osiris #ezekiel #becoming

Dennis Willis Jun 2022

Auugh

The strings of
"That's bad"
Play in my head
Play in my head
A webbing, a netting
a wobbling warbling
wrought stringery
would be ringery of
shoulds and oughts
soughts and naughts
expensively bought
making ******
thoughts

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