Stingingly poems on Hello Poetry

Cyril Blythe Oct 2012

Cedar

Gnarled cedar ridges match one wrinkle,
Red on my foreheads smooth, pale, taunt skin
Contrasting the deep skies blue, roundness seen,
Through two globular, wet, brown eyes.

Cedar bark can feel jagged outside but,
Like my own tongues tendency to tell truths,
When picked open releases a green scent,
Honestly pungent, stingingly needed.

Cedar roots are buried under mounds of aged Earth–decay,
Gripping tight like family, faith, friends, remaining
As the one force that holds the Cedar up,
And I too reach my hands up in praise.

Drew East Dec 2012

Random

I sink in
I rest my knobby elbows on the hard glass
            my dark, fuzzy, pinpricked reflection stares up at me
I place my cold palms on my hot eyes.
These eyes, they've seen too much
            yet, nearly not enough
My chapped lips,
            stingingly soothed by minty beeswax
My clothes
            plaid polo flannel, red, green, tan, black, white, jumbles, like me
My cold feet stick out,
            they rest painfully on a wood bar long stripped of stain
An old soul trapped with the mind of a child in a teenager's body.
This be will interesting.

Gabriel Jan 2014

Over-processed thought...

Why break unto the will of the suffering when the summation of the whole amounts to nothing.

We can hold on to oversaturated dreams that portray a future not yet broken.

However, that past is where a misery is left, choking, a soul of unbreakable will with love.

Much like a moth diving into the most beautiful flame,

Expecting to be warmed rather than burned alive, but from the inside.

The internal struggle of aspects far deeper than the sum of four simply arranged letters.

From the habits we have to every emotion we display,

The meaning that fits between the space of each letter is an infinite array.

The construction of the connection so strong, it is only bound by the effort given in pursuit of that bond.

But like a pond still as glass, there is more underneath the surface for which to grasp.

We tread through life with water like emotions, hard and cold or warm and soft.

We take flight to places far beyond, breaking through emotions bonds to a new state of mind.

A soul so confined to infinitely roam, having lost the line that ties to the reality, stingingly true.

A wondering light, often too bright for others existences, never choosing a direction of conception.

But with the detection used by inner wisdom of once overturned beliefs, a soul that learned.

In the end there is little we can do to affect the grand design, to change the laid path or rewind time.

We are a grain of salt, melting away...

Batman Mar 2018

If It Shines

Rainbows after the rain and valiantly blooming flowers spread color about;

I fell in love with you that day, as you gazed up at the crimson sky.
Not even an instantaneous frame of this dramatic film will fade,

‘Cause I’ll carve it all into my heart.
It was you, it was you! The one who made me realize;

If we can make even the darkness shine, it will become a starry sky.
Sadness will turn to smiles, so don’t hide them any longer;

Every one of these twinkling stars will shine upon you.
The morning light I greeted, having forgotten to even sleep, was stingingly bright,

But even the tenseness carried by my headache subsided when I saw you.

A silent romantic; like sugar melting into black tea,

As your voice swirls throughout my body.
It was you, it was you! The one who gave me this smile;

If we can make even tears shine, they’ll become shooting stars.

Your hand has been hurt, but don’t ever let go again;

From a sky filled with wishes, tomorrow will soon come.
The light that led me was you,

And I was pulled along into a run.

Before I knew it, we were beginning to cross paths:

Now’s the time! If we can just shine here…
It was you, it was you! The one who made me realize;

The darkness will come to an end…
It was you, it was you! The one who made me realize;

If we can make even the darkness shine, it will become a starry sky.

Sadness will turn to smiles, so don’t hide them any longer;

Every one of these twinkling stars will shine upon you.
Is the answer always born of coincidence? Necessity?

The path we once chose is what will end up as our fate.

The hopes and concerns you clutched so tightly,

Will surely move us forward to become one with the light.

Delton Peele Sep 2022

Wispy

Ooooh the tall grass
Whips my face and Pinkens my skin
When the wispy wind sets in.
Stingingly ,leaves paper cuts
Instantly irritates  the skin
salty tears and sweat seeping in..........
Spatial light quickly consumed by dark brooding gloom......
Splatter of rain patter ........
Lightning flash cracks
Slithers like snakes across
the nights sky,
An eerie hussh of silence
Broken by a primal
Crushing thunder
Bellicose  baritone
Crossing eyes .....
Rattling bones.  ..
And the tears come back .. ..
With the wind    ....
The blades of grass .... .
I wale alone ......
You said " I do "
You didn't mean it ....
Not the same as I do ......
Where are you!?

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