Unbrella poems on Hello Poetry

Bellie-boo Nov 2013

It was such a delightful evening,
When,
He came to say "Sorry but I am leaving."
I felt  my breath stop my heart pause  but then,
"I love love you still.
As you should know.
I always have and I alway will.
To  prove my love to you I shall show.
That for every place and everyday,
I travel farther,
I will find someway to say,
You are my only true lover."
So with that he went,
Leaving the promise of a postcard for days away he said.
And everyday one was sent,
And everyday one was read.

Moscow, Russia
Time here is quiet cold,
I hope in my absence that your heart has not been sold.

Copenhagen, Denmark
The people here are sweet,
For you any man I'd beat.

Warsaw, Poland
At my hotel the  floor buttons stars at zero then works up it took nearly an hour to get to my room,
When I get home into your heart  shall I zoom.

Nicosia, Cyprus
The only place to have a map  on its falg till  2008,
You are my desier's only bait.

San Jose, Costa rica
There are so many people here it seems like you can't go five feet without hitting some one,
Love you more then the moon and stars ***.

Addis aababa, Ethiopia
I love you still,
I always will.

Helsiniki, Finland
Their school education is ranked number one,
Maybe we should move and start a family four kids, a cat, a dog could be fun.

Cairo, Egypt
The sites here are amazing (much more than just sand),
What size do  you supose you'd wear for a wedding band?

Athens, Greece
They say it's the cradil of civilization,
They pride themselfs on civilization.

Reykjavik, Iceland
Aka: suprizingly not cold,
Hope my  rambles arn't getting too old.

Male, Maldives
The capital was built on a 2sq mile island yet there are hardly any beaches,
What's in season there again, Peaches?

Bucharest, Romania
While the older men chase after me with sharp sticks the young ladys scream for kisses (grandma says it has something to do with Twilight?)
MY LOVE AND WISHES.

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I go to work without a note,
All I can do is hope.

The day is silent,
nothing was sent.

I walk home as it starts to poor,
My hearts acks soar.

My unbrella's red dome gleams in the gloomy sky,
At my doorstep there is this guy.

His cap pulled down soaked to the bone,
He pulls out a slip of paper that shone.

I take and read it...

HERE, Now
I pray you still love me,
I swear there isn't a fee.
If you still love me,
Pray it be.

"My paciante child, will you marry me?"
Tears form and  he is all I can see.

"Yes!"
My hair is an awful mess.

But I don't care,
I sling my arms around him a hug is the first thing in years we share.

"I love you, too."

Infamous one Feb 2013

Rain

The cold wet weather made for a sweater
Gray clouds are a sign of rain to come
the mood is set of rainy days
Hot chocolate a treat that warms you right
The rain washes away frustration
Makes the day better for the sun
Rainy weather keeps you inside
Most of all dry makes you lazy and sleepy
Wear a hat that keeps you warm
Layers to keep you from getting soaked
Use an unbrella to bounce of drops
Avoid puddles or jump in them
Play in the rain different from other days
The smell of wet ***** once the rain stops

Rachel Nov 2013

Untitled

Look a the eagle digging
His claws into the salmon.
If it was slower
You would notiice
That the tree that
Dies kills the life
That thrivwed on
The unbrella parasite.
The dead kills us.
While we ingnore life saving
The way I see a huming bird three feet away.
Theeres nothing to say ill come again.
To see the world full of noise.
The anthem of love and nature.
Hunts you down when the unlucky deer.
Feeds the craving I have in winter.
You hate the way we survive.
But after aweekyoue
Achanged antalo9e.
Often the people you love
Forgive ******* lauphs.

Stu Harley Jul 2014

Until We Reach The Sunlight

Lord
i want to
walk in
your sweet rain
splash my feet
in every
puddle of water
splash my feet
in everything and
feel the joy that you bring
touch all my dreams and
walk in your footsteps
there is no greater place to be
then underneath your unbrella tree
until we reach the sunlight

Jey Jun 2019

The moment of a broken soul

Blunt in my hand,
I'm the man

The man for the moment and I own it

Can't find many ways to show it, In the moment i cherish it

So let me bury it, deep with in a broken soul with a smile on my face

Rainy days i think of this day,
Oh why i know this is one of a kind

Looking at you,
You're one in a million
I wouldn't trade you for a billion

So confined in you,
So confident i can show my flaws around you

One lucky man to have you to hold
If i had knew your touch would be so cold

Blinded by false hopes,
Guided by the lies i've been told

For the monster i've become,
Speechless by the smoke that fills my lungs

She's cancerous, addiction so hard to cut,
Open me up, So easy to love

Play so rough
Wake me up buried in the dirt

Masking my emotions,
Leave me before its able to show

So Don't wait on me,
I won't show

I won't come, so please stop trying to make me

Baby, please don't make me
I'll show you what it takes to feel like me, move like me
Love like me

Feel the lost ones
So im on one

Couldn't just take one,
I know you feel the lust too

There's no trust between us two
I've got to much to lose
To much to feel nothing

So high in the moment
Pass the blunt, start the movement
Only doing what is meant

Only regretting the last message I've sent,
Letting you vent,
Leaving me bent in many ways

Coming alive inbetween the plays
Don't get caught up as we lay

There was nothing more to say
let me seize the day

Need to ease the pain
Unbrella the rain

The mystery of what's real or not.

Macho Mole Mar 2020

Instagram and Me

Yeah, you can find me on Instagram. Yes, there I am floating above a glass table. I am beautiful in pink and white, I spread my wings further than your arms can reach. I am, though beautiful and magical, an illusion.

The Bible warns us of graven images, and all images lie, even images of me. There is a famous painting that illustrates this, click your Address above with https://www.google.com.au/search?hl=en&tbm=isch&source=hp&biw=1367&bih=773&ei=B5JhXt6SKOnhz7sP2pyHyA0&q=this+is+not+a+pipe+painting&oq=this+is+not+a+pipe&gs_l=img.1.3.0l10.3142.10633..13147...2.0..0.251.2832.0j19j1......0....1..gws-wiz-img.......0i131j0i30.NaEfuBsLclU. We see an image of a pipe is not a pipe, in other words, the map is not the territory. And the image of me, although beautiful and magical, is not me, the map of me, so to speak, is not me. So all images, even beautiful images, lie.

And for those of you foolish enough to look me up on Instagram see that I am a large pink and white unbrella, floating above a glass table, under a seventy foot Pin Oak, in the sunshine.

And like botox I am an illusion, and rather than floating, I am held up by two opposing forces, compression and tension, my wooden pole compresses, and four invisible wires, tension me at the four points of the compass.

I have passed four tests, a ferocious hail storm with only one small tear, a rain event, and even a wind storm with only a slight twisting movement.

I am in love with my magnificent Pin Oak, and at night I am festooned with lights.

Some accuse me of being ****, but I know they are projecting their own feelings onto me. And indeed, there are worse things than being thought of as ****.

Do you like pink and white?

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