#pov poems on Hello Poetry

Ellie Grace Sep 2020

He saw in me what he once held behind his own eyes.
A vision of splendour to thy beholder,
a prodigy of sorts to be moulded and shaped.
I was a blank canvas and he the creator.

Don’t you see?
This thing you call life,
the gift most are granted at birth,
was never mine to own.

Cursed to never know what it is like to hold power over your own destiny. To be granted the privilege of choice.

Instead I am forever bound to a man who declares himself a god.
A possession
until the day I perish,
that is the price I paid.

An excerpt from a book I am working on.

#fantasy #magic #pain #dark #anger #cursed #hate #love #pov #power

Akhil Bhadwal Apr 2020

About Life

Life is not about what you expect,
It's about what you make out of that you get
Life is not about what you have,
It's all about what you can save

Life is not about regret,
It's about what you can set
Life is not about what you have to bear,
It's all about what you hold dear

Life is not about who you were,
It's about what you've become now and here
Life is not about where you started,
It's all about where you stood when it all ended

A commentary about life. Follows a a b b rhyme scheme.

#life #poetry #lifelessons #pov #perspective

monique ezeh Feb 2020

perspective

if you zoom out a little, the stars disappear.
a scattered array of backlit windows take their place, illuminating a world of their own.
if you zoom out a little farther, even those disappear.
how far must we zoom until there’s nothing?
if everything is quantified by our perspective,
what exists beyond our sight?
nothing?

everything?

#perspective #sky #space #stars #earth #universe #everything #nothing #windows #pov

Dhimss Nov 2019

NARRATIVE

She called him, close to midnight,
his hello thawed her damp heart.
She stood silently, gripping it tight,
her knuckles, close to white.
She stood waiting some more,
unwilling to put the phone down, cut the call.
She heard a rattling breath followed by an "are you there?"
Tears fell fast as she said "forever and beyond"
She willed to give him,
a second chance.

i ve tried a narration within a poem... not very confident about it, a feeble effort, if it made you smile, please lemme know :)

#midnight #pov #hope #tension #him #her #again

Lae Mar 2019

E v e r y g r e a t t h i n g i l o s t

Everyone has different views- different points. Points in their life where they were lost in knowing what's really for the best. Some already had their happy ending- some don't. Some were lost in a reverie of going back to the past and undoing- while some just don't care. If i was one of those people- i would be the one who created her own tragedy. Seeing you now- i realized that you were that every great thing i lost., and that every time i think about it- not everything i've lost- was really worth losing for. You were just one of those people who lost the chance to be with someone who would treat you with all honesty and be with you at all cost- and in that i realized. . . That i was that every great thing i lost.

#lost #realize #ending #pov #now #reverie #prose #hurt #cry #worth

ællæ Feb 2019

Poem

I am a poem etched onto pulped-up trees,
Or did wandering taps on keyboard keys release me?
Or had it been rushed, late night confessions
That tore my shackles off and torched inhibitions?

Regardless, I’ll hold you. Down hallways or in bed,
I’ll shield your burnt soul from the fire in your head,
And if you’re out of breath—beaten, bruised, tossed aside—
You can find reprieve in between my lines.

I am the poem you press against your chest,
And to your scrawled thoughts and poured dreams I attest.

#poem #poetry #thoughts #dreams #escape #pov