A Poet's Voice - Hello Poetry

Oct 2016

Traveler

Be it lions and tigers
Or sharks and whales
There's no way around
This trip through hell

So lock and load
Your heart and soul
Take your aim
And let love flow

In this life
You can never win
If you don't get out there
And try again...

Traveler Tim

Oct 2016

SG Holter

The Only Flower

All the ones I
Love the most have

Someone they love
More than me.

The truth of it is
Beautiful;

That lonely knowing
Sets me free.

The legless fly,
The voiceless sing.

There's love in every
Living thing.

And in that love
I bask and laugh,

Composing my own
Epitaph:

All gods are real, and
Therefore none, and

Hell hath merely
Room for one.

All the ones I love
The most

May barely know a
Man from ghost.

I love their rains, their
Suns and soils,

Their loving others form
The spoils that go

To me right where I
Stand to see:

I need not even
Me.

Oct 2016

SøułSurvivør

gracefully

i write

like a dance, swirling

ink on the page

if writing is an

art of motion

make

my

poetry

BALLET!

SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/14/2016

Based on a comment made to another poet who had perfected the art.

~~<♡>~~

#love #poetry #life #dance #writing #ballet #poets #hellopoetry107

Oct 2016

GaryFairy

a collective perfection - double quantum loop poem

when no objective is best for our protection
protecting ourselves would be the best direction
directing ourselves toward a progressive connection
connecting our minds to make a collective correction

correcting the obsessions that infect our perception
perceiving ourselves as the essence of conception
conceiving a brand new perspective of reception
receiving the blessing that we call perfection

In a Quantum Loop poem, the last line of each stanza must be used as a different form of the word, as the first word in the following line. It also must rhyme, or nearly rhyme. Rhyme scheme can be any way you want it though. In a double quantum loop poem, the first word in lines 2, 3, and 4 must rhyme.

#love #peace #humanity #perception #connected #brotherhood #collective

Oct 2016

traces of being

Stolen by the wanton gypsy breeze

Perched high upon burl wood roost
dangling feet swing upon
          mossy girthed heritage
                                       maple tree
Her majestic gnarled scaffold
flinches not from my nebulous gravity,
nor the weight of her unraveling
                                       golden autumn gown

Her lamentable achings
felt in the voice
of the ripening chill
             within the campfire
                                        scented breeze
For I have climbed so blindly high,
the clinging brilliant yellow leaves
metamorphosing like these fragile paper wings,
opening palms born to soar wild as the wind,
                                         to just let go and fly free

Waiting here patiently,
wistfully as destiny,
for the final edifying moment
                                          of fate’s unshacklement - - -;

the surrendering to,
      the moment of love set free,
               stolen by the wanton
                                         gypsy breeze

                                                                       *wild is the wind

Sunday morning― October 2016
...spontaneously hitting "save poem" without edit

#nature #thoughts #falling #autumn #leaves #destiny #catchmeinthebreeze

Oct 2016

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

Some Poems...

Some poems walk with me,
Some poems simply talk to me,
Some poems reach out to me,
Some poems scream and shout at me,
whilst some poems eventually grow on me.

Some poems slow dance with me,
Some poems enchant me - they are
breathtakingly mesmerising to me,
Some poems captivate me after hijacking me,
Some poems rip my heart out
and break every single piece of me.

Some poems absolutely impress me,
Some poems couldn't care less about me,
Some poems embrace every inch of me,
Some poems share my soul with me.

Some poems inspire me and motivate me,
Some poems **** the very life out of me,
Some poems resonate with every fibre of me,
Some poems switch a little light on for me.

Some poems will forever live inside of me,
Some poems twist themselves and lie to me,
Some poems are open and honest with me,
Some poems...are just like people to me!

By Lady R.F (c)2016

Oct 2016

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

Almost

Today,
I almost remembered what it felt like to cover my heart and blanket my soul ~ Almost!

Today,
I almost fell back to sleep on catching my stars and achieving my goals ~ Almost!

Today,
I almost forgot how to practice what I preach, when I thought for too long ~ Almost!

Today,
I almost forgot all of the words I had written
to my daily song ~ Almost!

Today,
I felt sorrow, until I remembered that tomorrow was nearer than far ~ Almost!

Today,
I pray for a tomorrow, regardless of any sorrow, for this life is but a shooting star ~ Almost!

By Lady R.F ©2016

Oct 2016

Mike Adam

Wise

Child
*****
Fool and
Wise

Hello poets

Oct 2016

Nishu Mathur

The winds of autumn (rondeau)

The winds of autumn shall soon blow
Verdant leaves that in summer show
Cascading, floating, golden-red
And make a copper- russet bed
Before 'tis white with quilted snow ...

The burnished rays of autumn's glow
Will implore Summer's heat to go
As falling leaves shall dance and shed
The winds of autumn...

And those sweet seeds that I shall sow
Tenderly- someday, bloom and grow
Where hopes of life so gently tread
As I, on earth, shall rest my head
All seasons of this life to know
The winds of autumn...

#life #fall #nature #autumn

Oct 2016

Pax

life in writing

just a quote
https://www.instagram.com/p/BDOT4kyLpQQ/?taken-by=willyampax

#love #life #rejection #writing #quote