Broken Pedestals (let downs)

Jan 2017

wordvango

saw the

in mind's breast of innocence
truth had a rest
a brief respite
from questioning
a picnic of mind
a piece of chicken wing
potato salad
washed it all down with
a glass of red wine
wiped his chin
with a red and white
checkered napkin
sat cross legged on the lawn
favoring his eye
to his company fair and smiling
and saw not the flickering
fire over that hill or dale
the war raging
in the rest of society

Dec 2016

SøułSurvivør

Neglect

The old house stood against the sea
Neglected and alone
Peeled paint and blasted tree
Bleached as unearthed bones

Windows cracked and broken
There upon the heath
Doors mouths with words unspoken
A fence of rotten teeth

The gardens are untended
The ivy overgrown
Supporting beams so bended
The house should crumble down

Walk into ancient fairylands
Where the furnishings are dust
The curtains torn to greying strands
The chandelier is rust

Alone a peeling mirror
Along the wall I see
I look into it's empty depths
And behold the poet... ME.

SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/28/2016

I've been gone a long time again. I haven't been on any social media, including Facebook. Christmas has been very hectic. I made all my presents as I could not afford to buy any. I could give you a million excuses as to why I have not been here. The truth is that I could not tell you what has been happening with me. I have been in a deep depression. This Soul was not Surviving well. The holidays are always really hard for me, even though I have family. I don't know if it's the winter coming on in my Scandinavian blood, or the fact that my mother was always very depressed this time of year also. But lately I have been thinking of you all a lot. So here I am, hat in hand, asking your forgiveness once again for my absence. Belatedly I offer you:

Happy thanksgiving!

Merry Christmas!

And all the best for the new year... I will be around for that. Please forgive me!

#poetry #life #neglect #hellopoetry107

Dec 2016

ryn

The Great Unknown

.
Times like these...
Just make you want to get up and run.

Forget the ache in your knee,
forget the weight on your back.
Forget the problems in your pocket,
forget the secrets in your sack.

Times like these...
Just make you want to dive deep.

Forget the myth of what lurks below,
forget the cautionary voices in your head.
Forget the whispers of restraint,
forget the monsters under your bed.

Times like these...
Just make you want to take off and fly.

Forget the wings that remain invisible,
forget the winds which refuse to carry.
Forget the bottom that awaits you,
forget the beckoning arms of gravity.

And take that leap into
the great unknown...
.

#hellopoetry107 #2017 #greatunknown

Dec 2016

Eleanor Rigby

Conditioned

Most people were conditioned
To think in a certain way.
Some cope with it with submission
Others with rebellion.

All the same
In the end.

-- Eleanor

#rejection #what #this #**** #**** #way #submission #cope #rebellion #conditioned

Dec 2016

Mike Hauser

The Day After Christmas

With the day after Christmas
We return to the normality
Of me not looking at you
And you not talking to me

With hands deep in our pockets
Holding tight the spare change
Where we don't lose what little we've got
Or give too much away

Where all that is seen
Is the blind destiny
As I climb over you
On the rung of what's in it for me

With the day after Christmas
We're back to where we were
Not trying to be
Such good boys and girls

Where a grudge I unwrap
And think bad about you
Wait a minute that
Was the day before too

Where we take peace on Earth
And good will towards men
And pack it away
For another year

Where the Government
Sends us back to the war
With no earthly idea
Of what we're fighting for

Where we don't listen
To the cries of the children
As all of this happens
The day after Christmas

Dec 2016

Michael Humbert

Unresolved

it's the car crash that nobody was around to see, nobody to call for help
it's the drop from the precipice that never ended
that sensation in your gut of sickening weightlessness
forever in perpetuity
it's this daily unanswered call
an echo unreturned
it's this constant hesitation
this wavering sensation of incompletion
a melody with no conclusion, unresolv-

Dec 2016

Eleanor Rigby

My Very Own

Skinned ghosts and spilled ink
In a sack of flesh
My very own.

#ghost #ink #own #skin #spilled #flesh #very #sack #skinned

Dec 2016

phil roberts

SEASONAL NONSENSE

The king wears Doc Martins
For booting tardy servants
And the servants grovel meekly
Whilst planning dire retribution
Come the day, you old *******
Come the glorious day

The queen is in the bike shed
Letting down random tyres
Throwing stones through windows
To while away the hours
Oh! the trial of royal boredom
With a castle and pointed towers

The princess lives in the highest tower
And spits on passers by below
Sometimes she uses a catapult
To fire cats at nearby nobles
And the nobles mutter curses
Whilst bowing so very low

But now that it's Christmas time
And the royals anticipate gifts
But the royal tree hides nothing, you see
Because these things are never missed
And the sleigh did not stay
And Santa did not call

By Phil Roberts

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL ON HP :)

Dec 2016

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
I have never trusted you
At all!

Beauty lies beyond
Having a flawless body and face,
But your reflection dictates
That the beautiful, imperfect person
That is staring at you,
Is out of place.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why do you set people up
To fall?

There is more to life
Than having a perfect complexion,
There is more to life
Than trying to be "perfection!"

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
If you cannot be kind,
Or find anything nice to say...
Then please, do not speak
At all!

Why don't you tell that vulnerable,
Desperate person,
That's gazing into your guise,
That they don't need to try to fit-in -
Or be wearing a made-up disguise.

And why don't you tell
That poor aching soul,
That loving the skin that they were born in,
Should be their number-one goal!

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Beauty is skin deep -
Don't you know anything...
At all!

By Lady R.F ©2016

Dec 2016

Melissa S

Take a Listen

When you left...
You forgot the poems
written on my heart
My heart crumbled
The poems did too
and then I stopped
took a listen...
Caught a phrase or two
I had tunnel vision
through a kaleidoscope
Your words did return
like a song sung sweetly
The power to reach me so deeply
The music that plays on my heart
Never to be stolen or tore apart
Awoken by the melodies that sing
Oh the power that your words bring
I wonder...
Do my words ever resound in your mind?
or on your heart... ya know the internal
ticker of the red kind?
Why don't you
take a listen...
I bet that you would find
that my words are there
as yours are on mine <3

Dec 2016

MKF

Untitled

I jumped,
Thinking you would catch me.
When I fell for you
I fell to my death.