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JustJune Aug 20
You rest in voices and visions
Mixing my reality with yours
Now dreams and days blend smoothly
With indistinguishable taste
Let the transformation be complete.
Until, I have drifted away and you are found.
In torturings and pains,
all arteries and veins
.

You stole my heart.
Why couldn't you have just
taken every vessel
with You too?
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Diana Sep 13
I want to look at someone
Someone who's been through
Great sorrow
Or loss
Or heartbreak
Or anything traumatic
With eyes filled
Not with pity
But sympathy
And even to a certain extent
Empathy
I want to look at them
In a way they wish
Others would
In a way that's different
From the fragile being
Many see them as
In a way that makes them
Have hope
Hope that they won't be fragile
For long
But that they will come out
Victorious
And stronger than ever
Before
With my eyes
That see a
Beautifully
Temporarily
Broken
Yet strong
Vessel
ren Jan 2014
I am irrelevant. 
I am nothing but a vessel.
I am a lantern to carry Light,
And a candlestick has never pled
"Someone please love me".

I am irrelevant.
I am assured in hope.
I am a stain glass window;
My purpose is to color in His plan
With the humble crayons 
I've been given.

I am irrelevant. 
I am here to serve.
I am here to wipe the dripping tears
Of crying candle wax
And light the oil in others.

I am irrelevant. 
And the only relevance is His light.
-ren
The lord lives
The devil too
The symbols of blood
The symbols of faith
And the lost ones too

He knows the lord
But they want his blood
He lived a thousand years ago
At least that’s what they remember
The pledges they made
It’s his turn to be the lamb

They want his soul
And he knows it too
He is away falling far from the lord
But silently his fragmented soul yearns to touch his cloth
Like the women with the flow of blood
He cries loud and loud
Is Christ going to save his soul
He says he has answered his calls
The devil’s and now he lives inside of him
He has build a shrine
If you stare in his eyes
You see what’s written inside in bold letters
Cold cold eyes
THIS IS NOT THE TEMPLE OF THE LORD  
THIS IS THE DEVIL’S VESSEL
As he journeys into the world
Looking for blood to feed his blood hounds
His soul fades away slow and..slow
Patrick Mar 5
I am a broken vessel, searching for the soul that has slowly leaked since the day that you went away. There was no warning of rapture, nor apocalyptic gore, that could scare the way you did when you walked through that door.

Your love I felt breath into me the soul I thought I did not contain. But truly spoken, you only awoke it. The love inside I held tight as if my last breath in the dead of night. For dead inside is what I was, a soul repressed with no ever sought rest.

Love I felt but could never own. Know this I did, but even so; When you find love so bold, so blindingly bright, do you turn away? Cast aside your eyesight? Or do you simply stare, perhaps take action, and hope that you can one day hold the love that is the only way to repair?

My soul, my heart, my life, my fight.

All of these I offered you and asked only to share in your golden light. But a fool I was, not just once or twice...But again and again until the flame that once had tempered this bridge destroyed what had blossomed before it could bud.

I was not honest and tried to deceive this paragon of love that I saw in front of me. Instead of my soul, I showed only this mask; The one without substance or mass.

Now here I lay, here I think back. The empty vessel; Broken glass. To love so pure, beyond even Divine grasp. For even *** punished, even *** became irate, but with you, I felt nothing but a calm sense of fate. If I had only shown you my soul, instead of this mask, I have to wonder: Would we have last?
Patrick Mar 20
I am a ghost.
For I exist but do not live.
We take these bodies as if some host,
That is not us; Not even close.

I continue moving through the waves of contempt, battering against my soul like waves against some ancient ship.

This old vessel is coming close to a breach; What it needs is to find some beach. The rough waters of life are tearing it apart, turning brilliant blue to as black as my heart.

Poisoning every drop that washes against the body of a man who cannot ever win. If he does nothing he will surely drown, but any effort will also bring those around down.

So this ghost haunts the vessel, and at least for a time, he watches the world slowly fade to black; as he exists in a life upon which he turned his back.
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