Hello Poetry is a poetry community that raises money by advertising to passing readers like yourself.

If you're into poetry and meeting other poets, join us to remove ads and share your poetry. It's totally free.
ryn Oct 2014
Give me a minute
To read the stars
Lamenting in their stories
Their laboured twinkling far and sparse

Give me this moment
To stumble and swoon
My branches reaching for
The faraway moon

Give me a while
To be one with the universe
Hear the colliding planets
As they spill their mournful verse

Give me some time
To plot my rightful place
Within my uncharted galaxy
And collapsing space...
Cné Sep 2016
Sometimes, I think
Thinking is weird.
What do you think?
harlon rivers Jan 22
All things considered: a compilation of random passing thoughts
           
"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart."
                                   *-William Wordsworth


Navigating the befogged Midwinter melancholy can take a toll on people that spend a lot of time alone.  Some of us are affected more than others by the prevailing lower light, becoming pensive and chary.  Some writers tend to isolate, self-conscious about publishing the minutiae of recurring darkness, feeling too exposed, "conspicuous as a rooster in a leafless tree."  Too many moments pacing winter's cage; too many poems started and never completed or we just don't like the say, but know it's ours  ―  There is no solitude while loneliness abounds…There is no silence when silence is the only sound...

From both a writer and writer-reader perspective, no matter the hue of the writing's color pallet, for it to be palpable it must be molded from the clay of the author’s real life.... there are times when passionate writing exposes deeply personal,  introspective raw truths.  The quieter you become the more you can hear;  a time to make peace with the gifts of our imperfections.   The true nature of  fractals repeat themselves as you continue to magnify the image.

A writer is always a writer,  a thinker is always a thinker,  it is a matter of being who you are…publishing is a choice, a season ― So for me it is the time and season for being  a reader, a time to read the unread while taking a sojourn from publishing an unfinished life lay bare.

There are many writers here, new as well as long time members I have never found;  so I will attempt to use all the site features to try and find and read the unread,  not just my stream.  Explore the “Random” feature as well as Latest and Classics.

There will be no big footprint left behind … just an anonymous reader
waiting for the wintertide to change.   Just because I am not currently publishing does not mean I am not here.

"Reading is a means of thinking with another person's mind; it forces you to stretch your own." - Charles Scribner, Jr.*

                A reader of poetry is something to be… rivers



             "Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
                    We will grieve not, rather find
                    Strength in what remains behind;
                    In the primal sympathy
                    Which having been must ever be;
                    In the soothing thoughts that spring
                    Out of human suffering;
                    In the faith that looks through death,
              In years that bring the philosophic mind."

                    William Wordsworth. 1770–1850
Note:   syn·es·the·sia
also syn·aes·the·sia  (sĭn′ĭs-thē′zhə)
n.
1. A condition in which one type of stimulation evokes the sensation of another, as when the hearing of a sound produces the visualization of a color.
2. A sensation felt in one part of the body as a result of stimulus applied to another, as in referred pain.
3. The description of one kind of sense impression by using words that normally describe another.
________________________________________
syn′es·thet′ic (-thĕt′ĭk) adj.
we live in times when words have lost their meaning
they only serve to fill some soundbite gaps between
faces of popstars, politicians, presidential candidates,
maybe some refugees, victims of crimes and natural catastrophes

and more sensational media creations flooding our lives
with unrelenting hype unless you push the button
that brings quiet to your life   and you find time to reconsider
what it might be  exactly you desire to achieve

in the short time we are allotted in this world
you will discover it is not the senseless media blather
but some coherent thoughts turned into words becoming deeds
enacting change leading to bold decisions

think for yourself and don’t let others think for you
then speak your thoughts in words like others cannot do
Cné May 23
Today I’m content;
can’t imagine a place
I’d rather be
Christopher May 28
I was formed and once known,
Now no more.
But still apart of his world.

I'll always leave residue
So don't think I'm all gone, dude.
I've always haunted and proved,
You're nothing but a fool.

I just wanted you to see that you were something I didn't need.
Instead you made me beg and plead for you to leave. PLEASE!
But I did and left you a gift

No matter how much you shift or adrift, you'll always fall in my ways.
Even if you try so hard to prove to others that you are strong,
I proved you wrong.

So go ahead and write your songs.
Just let me know when I go global so they can know of your wrongs
I've always been with him and I'll be the reason he writes. Sorry, I mean why you write
Next page