Favorite poems - Hello Poetry

Mar 2015

Kelly Rose

Her's was a quiet love
filled with love letters
moonlight
and roses
His was a fiery love
filled with danger
rough kisses
and a certain violence
He gave her
the warmth she craved
through his fiery passion
without singe
She gave him
a cooling calm
soothing his ravaged soul
with her gentle breeze
Unlikely pair?
Most definitely...
But what a balance
they achieved
He was her fire
She, his cooling breeze*

krs
3/26/2015

Mar 2015

Pradip Chattopadhyay

I should converse more with my son

I should converse more with my son
stop him recede wider from me
should lose no time to hold him strong
we haven’t exchanged much recently.

Our morning tea must find me a way
to draw him to talk and look at my eyes
seize I must some time every day
so I succeed after a few failed tries.

Our dinner shouldn’t pass silently dull
but spiced with jokes and diary of the day
must break laughter the hardening lull
and ensure on the table a longer stay.

I should converse more with my son
grab all the time could be together
days are shorter and crying to be gone
but the bond we leave must be worth a treasure.

Mar 2015

Jayanta

Shifting baseline syndrome

When my grandfather starts his career
He was engaged in field to measure and tilling of land
To get return out of it;
Once he said, ‘my father use to visit river every morning
To gather something for the day”!

My father, use to travel on bicycle
From village to town in morning and back home in the evening
He fetches his substances to support us!

When I start of my own
Migrated from village to town then from town to city,
Derived sustenance,
Up bring all whom I care!

Now my son
Prepare to migrate from city to megalopolis
To gather gen, awareness
To make an understanding
and to navigate in the ocean
towards placing himself on a marked point!

Mar 2015

Joel M Frye

She's ******* right now....

teasing sweat
from every pore
of your body
you writhe against
invisible bonds
your limbs held
by my voice
and sensation alone
I will torture you
gently with sweetness
till you vibrate
and ring out
like a struck gong

Mar 2015

wordvango

when I move

in the foreground the past horizons backgrounds
remain stably consistent
in parallax focus the relative sizes of near
past over far
arises converges in a distant view
of fences shadows on the edges of fields of
diverging infinities,
darker plateaus.

Mar 2015

Carolin

Secrets of a girl in love

I sneaked out of my home
and went inside of his heart.
My parents never knew where
i went to when it's dark.* ~

Mar 2015

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Broken Hill Man

Winds brought her smell on the Broken Hill
it stirred a butterfly somewhere inside me
danced my **** to get her skin’s feel
grab her impale her ride her merrily!

But she looked scared the few times she saw me
kept moving away at quickened pace
in her hazel eyes seemed written boldly
in the stream haven’t you seen your face!

I had no notion of love but a void of pain
that sighed as the winds’ moan on Broken Hill
her laughter with her guy of a clan alien
made my hands itch to go for the ****!

But I refrained for the yawning difference
sensing I could never be her match perfect
the way she walked to me made no sense
she was taller and strangely more *****!

The Broken Hill Skull discovered in Zambia in 1921 was the first early human fossil and the most likely ancestor to modern humans. This work is inspired by a belief currently held by scientists that instead of a linear evolution of one species replacing the other, Africa was perhaps a melting *** of interbreeding human species, where Broken Hill Man lived alongside the evolving lineage of modern humans.

Mar 2015

chimaera

Salutation

white roses
dyed in loss
roses of white
for bygones
thorned white
of the absence
doomed memories
like rose petals

the kids in the graveyard
revisiting the childhood
of their friend
in their attained manhood

one's death is but a narrative in others' life

this?
far too unsuitable to be part of a story
leaching out blind whiteness from all pieces
no more thriving to call upon words

enough.

28.01.2015

Mar 2015

CA Guilfoyle

Wind of pining

Wind and dark the night I pine
stark the grasp of longing
branched and vined
blue mourning
deep in soul
an echo
calling

When through my fingers
your hand slips
taste of your
fleeting kiss
lingers
drifts

Paper winged
when torn, I stutter, stammer
spiraling and falling
only in dreams softly sweet
once more a butterfly
brilliantly winging

Mar 2015

K Balachandran

The secret rituals of amour

She then wears her special smile
an inamorata's conspiratorial
signalling her arousal, need to get me closer
right there in a room full of people
all of us in the midst of serious business.
I have deep yearning in my eyes
that in turn sets fire to her love central
we burn to be in each other's arms
lovers in exile, commandeer private moments
deflecting watchful eyes of jealousy
every time our secret rituals of amour
take unexpected arms and win wars.

#secret #escape #*** #amour