Blew me away - Hello Poetry

Aug 2018

Ameliorate

I am a tree
At least, that’s how I see myself right now
My leaves have turned green and inevitably they will fall off and I will become barren, even the trees change
But we don’t want them to
I always admired my strength, though lately I am not strong
I feel the warmth of the late spring breeze on my skin
Something I waited for all winter,
But now that it’s here it feels wrong
Everyone is in a blissful stupor
Screaming none-sense at the local bar
******* and flirting with intoxication
Drowning whatever sorrow or filling whatever void with mindless stupid things
I hate them
I hate the men brawling in the streets, after a night cocking about trying to impress females
Silence can be comfortable which is why I’m drawn to winter
Spring is a hopeful time, but how come it’s never easier each time you have to pick yourself back up?
Twenty eight and I don’t know what I’m doing
Two months, coasting through this tangible blissful ******* proud for all the wrong reasons
Maybe I never had anything
The trees sway, rustling of leaves through the breeze
I can’t imagine they enjoy when they lose their leaves, either.

#tree #self #prose #me #mental #health #springtime #trees #proclamation

Aug 2018

Brianna Love -aka Stormy Angel

Decisions, Desisions

Karma, Karma
hateful heart in trouble,
***** deeds of action
will now simmer and bubble….

That surge in the stillness of air
vibrates leaves on every tree,
the truth laying below deceptive layers
where you think you’re safe to be.

That tingly feeling on your skin
the spark of fire within your eyes,
a surge of deception fills the air
as light flickers in the sky.

An eye for an eye
paybacks can run deep.
Do you think yours are any different?
Karma really does SEEP!

Be careful where that energy roams
Karma pays back in triple,
for that ***** deed done and lie told
can devastate, destroy and *******.
~

Wrong thing done for the right reason
or so you may think, is still the wrong thing,
you never know the consequences to yourself
that ***** little deed can bring.

So many people hurting each other.... Will we ever learn that our actions always come back at us?

Aug 2018

Arcassin B

****** & Playas

By Arcassin Burnham

Fallen love if you want,

Thats another story,
Thinking he's the right one in your category,
He's gonna play you hard,
Like an Xbox,
There's not a feeling much worse when
your heart drops,
Analyze here,
See whos about the worth,
She was the ***** around town,
Every guy was hers,
But you didn't listen,
She done stole your money,
Stole your innocence, And gave you lil'
somethin'.

****** and playas they,

Don't really love you,
Gotta love yourself,
There's no virtue,
For misguided , their delighted just to lie
to you,
For misguided , their delighted just to lie
to you,
When the, weak loves the strong and,
Notice somethings wrong, they stay,
They pray,
For something to change,
Oh my God just go.

****** and playas they,

Don't give a **** about themselves,
Cares about securing their wealth aside
from ruining your health while running
around and telling lies about things you weren't
apart of,
noticing a fake right off the bat is not thought of.

©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/08/******-playas.html

#words #lies #love #hate #betrayal #false #right #wrong #life #thoughts

Aug 2018

Poetic T

A Single Raindrop

Woven patches of grey,
hues slow in momentum.
Tattered gaps letting through
              gleams of radiance.

But in motion do the faults
get sewn in silver linings.
And this blanket
             mesmerising below.

Then the lonely flower opens
       its petals, reaching towards
the patch work of loving greys
                 yearning for a touch.

A singular drop falls, taking its
                   time to meet below.
So far has it descended to gently
              caress her wilting petals.

Replenished dew drops hang from
                         now pristine colours.
It waves in the subtle breeze,
      swaying in a dance of gratitude.

its amazing what a little kindness can give to others.

#flower #help #silver #raindrop #touch #descend

Aug 2018

zebra

*Copycat

im a self describing a self
a face on a liquid surface
a plasticity
a brain
a three pound infinity
always remodeling itself
and making new copies

a copy
of
a copy
of
a copy

a massive accumulation of copies
each a slight distortion
from it's original eminence
a history of minute alterations
all subtle deceptions

my so-called reality
a memory
of
a memory
of
a memory
a repetition pouring the self out
self corrupting the self
until it is somebody else

a fibbing shifty double-dealing soft machine
trying to remain intact
it's signature
a disjunctured awareness

my cells talk **** about each other
i'm more microbes than human
every synaptic light of the divine casting a shadowed past
a devil to the true origin
a mangled remembering
my pillar of reality
spirit from matter
not the other way around

i no longer recognize myself
am i human
or perhaps a robot
an alien
a walk in
that left the original inhabitant
disembodied
to wander perplexed in a netherworld
lost and crying

or, just a bad copy
of
a copy
of
a copy
of
a co

py

of

a

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co

#brain #nuro #memory #poem

Aug 2018

Amanda Kay Burke

You Look Good In Every Shade

You look lovely when you wear purple
Even prettier when you wear blue
But the most beautiful color I have seen you wear so far
Is the shade of red you turn when I'm kissing you

:)

#smile #savor #emotions #kiss #colors #shade #lovely #wear #beautiful

Aug 2018

Mary Frances

What I Miss

Do you know what I miss?

I miss the gentle smile that was for me,
the lingering looks with blushing cheeks,
the feather-like touch that revved up my senses,
the soft whispers full of affection.

YOU.

#miss #smile #touch #looks #senses #whispers #affection #you

Jul 2018

Tom Balch

When She Smiles

And when she smiles
the world lights up
with warming sunlight glow,

and when she cries
the earth is kissed
with tear drops falling slow,

and when she screams
the thunder roars
with such a frightening force
and lightning lights her angry words
as through her veins
the wrath takes course.

Whatever the mood
her beauty glows
from tenderness to rage,
impossible it is to keep
mother nature caged,

but when she smiles
the world lights up...

with a warming sunlight glow.

Jul 2018

Kikodinho Edward Alexandros

The Old Man Of A Golden Fiddle [Limerick]

There lived an Old man of a golden fiddle
Who played it telling riddle after riddle,
But tricked by some magical gin,
Stolen was his fiddle by a goblin
And nevermore did he tell any riddle.

#Limerick

Jul 2018

The Poetic Architect

A Cry for Help

I thought surrender is that easy —
Like the flowing river
So natural to begin with itself
And last in its bestowed
Eternity.

I hope to ponder for another time
Like shifting the clock
And be wise as the future foretells
That I could ever throw a line
To the Captain of the sky
As I whisper through my tears
So He could catch me
In the middle of longingness and satisfaction.

Maybe this time,
I could truly call for hope
And receive what I’ve uttered
In every prophetic season
When I was relieved with assurance
That there’s a prerequisite to “help.”

And so later in these milli-seconds counting
One palm could rest on another
As if raising a voice but always in silence.

Maybe I could always yearn for more
And even learn more
Urge no more toward the death of a dream
And start to glide
Like a kite without wings.

My re-writing this piece:

PREREQUISITE TO HELP
i
I thought surrender is that easy —
Like a flowing river
So natural to begin with itself
And last in its bestowed
Eternity.
ii
I hope to ponder for another time
In another space
Like shifting the clock,
Switching personas
Or even by holding the time in its deepest sleep.
iii
I still have left myself in the picture
Of being wise as the future foretells
That I could ever throw a line to the Captain of the sky
As I whisper by my tears
So He could catch and match my need
In the midst of “I can” and “I can’t”
In the midst of hope and loss
And in the midst of cost and cause.
iii
Maybe I could still yearn for more
To even learn for more,
And urge no more towards the death of a dream
And start to glide
Like a kite without fallen wings.
iv
Maybe this time,
I could truly dwell in hope
And tear down every wall that cost nothing
In building and finishing a cause
That even matters more than naked eyes.
v
And so when I receive what I’ve uttered in spiritual realm
In every prophetic seasons —
Where I was relieved with assurance
That there’s a prerequisite to “help.”
vi
And so later in these milli-seconds of counting of time
Everything is dealt in not-so-hidden reason
Of the returning of a Son.
One palm could finally rest to another
As if raising a voice, always in silence
But in time —
Will truly fulfill what’s written in no schemes.

#faith #hope #love #help #cry