A Storm of Words - Hello Poetry

Jun 4

Bekah Halle

Are we but pawns on a chessboard
That God just moves about haphazardly?
Or are we placed strategically;
And through God’s plans can claim: “Checkmate!”

#chess #checkmate #games #hopes #plans #vision

Jun 3

Daniel Tucker

Promise of Goodbye

This is a tale of the lives
of fools who are wise
a balancing act of love
hate truth and lies.

A carnival-style society
pull up stakes no time
to commit and contracts
full of loopholes so
there's always a way
out of it.

Nothing's for certain
too many choices keep
our heads raised high
to see in a consumer's
world that the grass is
greener on every side.

A lifelong love doesn't
seem to be a part of
this game of quantity
not quality but in spite
of it all I still hear love
calling out my name.

First I hear you laughing
then I hear you cry
the promise of forever
then the promise of
goodbye.

Lyrics to a song i wrote & recorded.
The song, Promise of Goodbye is at:
www.soundcloud.com/
dantuckerband

#tale #promise #goodbye #loopholes #contracts #consumers #game #carnival #society #love

Jun 3

matt r

deep blue

wave,cresting
   ,only
  falling
       since,
it was always

new.
  Deep Blue,
i am unfound
in swimming
  You,

fingers finding
   nothingbut
her,gorgeous,
dipping
         membrane.

Love, i just want
    to kiss You
          ,& i am so
turbulent in
             waiting,

   God. i just want
to die.

Jun 3

Bekah Halle

I loved for less

They say with age comes wisdom —
Yet, I am now at the stage where I know less.
I have piqued and critiqued
Myself and others, to the point of illness,
Sublimating for acceptance,
serving and fighting for the rights of the masses,

But —

Killing myself quietly;
Loving others and receiving stress
Oblivious in blindness.

Wide eyes now,
And on the eternal quest,
to love wholeheartedly, subjugating wild-brainless
And embracing my divine mess.

Jun 2

Blue Sapphire

HEART AND MIND

Why don't the heart and mind
speak the same language?

Is it because-

the mind matures
and
the heart remains a child?

Jun 2

Bekah Halle

Take off the crown*

How quickly we’ve been brought down,
On bended knees, crying please,
Stop the disease, we’ll take off the crown,
To our lives; listening to lies, mantras of self-help tease,
Hope beyond now. Clear the mental fog; refocus.

Poetry from the archives…written during lockdown.

#covid #disease

Jun 2

Bekah Halle

Whiter than snow

Our thoughts,
And our ways,
Become whiter than snow
When we gaze, without haze,
Lovingly upon the Lord.
We rest, cease the quest
And invest where our fortune
Is outside of time;
outside of oughts.

Jun 1

Agnes de Lods

Individuation

Every day, I open my reality:
I wake up.
I feel.
I choose.
I decide—
knowing so many others
are crying behind the scenes,
and their trembling is raw.

Pain isn’t consolation—
it reinforces the structure of fragility
when the towers are crumbling.

At the core, we return,
squeezing black-and-white struggles
into our veins, into our memories.

To the only home
we never left
our own body.
The first and the last.

#individuation

Jun 1

Aegis Vistoria Penumbra

A Voice Without an Origin

I'm not the speaker,
I'm just the repeater.

I'm not the speaker,
I'm just the repeater.

I'm not the speaker,
I'M JUST THE REPEATER.

I'M NOT THE SPEAKER,
I'M JUST THE REPEATER.

I'M NOT THE WITNESS,
I WAS THE BYSTANDER.

I'M NOT THE POET,
THIS IS MY CONFESSION.

I'M NOT THE SPEAKER,
I'M JUST THE REPEATER.

THIS IS YOUR WARNING,
YOU BEST CHECK YOUR SOURCES.

I'M NOT THE SPEAKER,
I'M JUST THE REPEATER.

I'M JUST THE REPEATER.

JUST THE REPATER.

REPEAT.

REPEAT.

I DO NOT SPEAK.

SO WHY DO YOU LISTEN?

Some words are never truly ours.
We say them, shape them, pass them on.
Yet in the end, they belong to the voices that cannot speak.

To listen to echoes, is not to hear lies.
It is simply the only way to connect with a speaker you cannot hear.
For it is only the author who could possibly know for sure what they said,
What they did,
What truly happened.

It is up to the author to repeat the events.
And it is up to the reader to believe them.

Dear reader, do you trust your author to speak the truth?
If there is value in the stories told by authors,
Is there value in stories told by rumors?

Is this relevant?
Or am I rambling?

Is there already an answer?
Who gets to decide?

https://hellopoetry.com/collection/136314/the-wings-of-waiting/

Jun 1

Carlo C Gomez

The Enigma Machine

•###•

•the•message•is•so•phantom•

•strangled•
•during•the•third•act•

•illuminated•
•letters•are•the•ciphertext•

•and•they•glow•
•in•your•eyes•
•Bletchley•Park•

•Turing•
•worked•it•out•with•
•Delilah•

•they•killed•for•less•
•died•for•even•more•

•###•

#code #cipher #messages #ww2 #germany #war