Gritty Poetry - Hello Poetry

Jan 2020

Poetic T

The first lesson of life
is to tie your shoe laces.

That way life cant
  unexpectedly trip you up

when you

                          least expect it.

#metaphor #life #down #trip #motavation

Jan 2020

Ady

whatever this might be

what was i supposed to be?
imploded stardust, floating aimlessly across
the universe expanding, never minding
cruelty escaping, dissipating,
evaporating,
but i can't be nothing if i was something,
laws of conservation of energy rejecting
my lack of preservation.

i want liquid gold inside my veins,
ruptured mind, kaleidoscope bones
creaking in the night.

i'm lost, florescent daylight
cold and grim, fabricated and burning my retinas
an eight hour parable trying, to stay afloat
but coming home and wishing dark behind
eyelids; burnt.

what was i supposed to be?
sunshine reflected on flowers
warm and liquid, amber in the windows
dripping, pain immersed in honey
making the best out of a leak flowing
endlessly through the tap,
my kitchen sink old but practical.

i was supposed to be me,
whatever that may be.

#sad #imagery #whatever #rant #dream

Dec 2019

Nylee

Dying species of good

Every good is dying species
It is rare to find something nice.
It is too late in the living
And I have stopped believing.

There is a creep around every corner
Comes out when naive comes closer,
Changes them to face harsh facts
No one's innocence is intact.

It is lack of justice and law,
Not fast with many flaws.
Lack of security in many places,
discrimination in gender and races.

Everything to consider even,
Odd to think as human.
For a difference of opinion,
No need to show the gun.

Very easy to sit on sofa watching TV
No consequence and no liability
I say my thoughts out loud
I have lot to complain about.

Every beauty is filled with ugly
Covered up nicely
Beneath the skin, an unpleasant view
We sell the same old as brand new.

#nyee #good #harsh #creep #innocence #discrimination #human #opinion #nice #complain

Oct 2019

Poetic T

Idiots And Matches

Idiots shouldn't play
with matches
cos they washed in petrol...

But I'm no idiot,
but I'll still throw a match

in the room and watch the idiots burn.

#idiots #matches #burn #play

Sep 2019

Nylee

Revealed out

It was just yesterday I revealed little of myself to you. Then again I changed within hours and discovered a little more of myself.

Standing in the mirror, the reflection and the light flicker. The candle flame added another warm shade as part of me fade away.

A plunge ahead comes with fall to follow, it is easy when we walk slow. The pace of my thoughts is lost, ahead of me in its exploration.

Someday there will be ease, hopefully with more of the inner peace. The sweater will keep me warm, my armour will save me from harm.

So open to the world and vulnerable for a second and more, shields up in moments later. Trust escapes and gets captured in a matter of time.

It is dizzy and not, words in world and too many thoughts. Aging but learning, drowning but burning, the ironies are shining bright.

#shield #learning #discover #mirror #fade #nyee #peace #escape #armour

Sep 2019

tm

i’m such a human, i make everything about me

gliding through suburbia,
the radio never whispers,
but tonight it seems out
of breath. these glass w-
indows seem more like m-
irrors as we self reflect w-
ith a little more depth. m-
ore depth then when the
sun is up. it’s more her t-
han me, i am yet to feel
love. yet to receive it, m-
y basket is empty. she w-
orries about longevity,
i wonder what it feels lik-
e to have any.

-t.m

#life

Sep 2019

Sofia Kioroglou

Rachel weeping for her children

I remember laughter rippling around the streets
amber of eyes aglow, brimming with hope
children cutting a caper impishly in Aleppo
dad squinting at my fiddling around with his computer
Today, our shoulders are hunched with fear
kids no longer splashing in puddles
knee-deep in rubble and smeared with blood
hollering out war cries, looking for relatives
Some crucified, others beheaded
no hearse waiting to deliver our people to burial places
Rachel weeping for her children
rising out like a phoenix, splintering husks of shells around
Walking through the cemetery while a couple
are muttering into their swirling Chardonnay
two words collide, two paths diverge
the road to hell is paved with good intentions

Originally published in I Am Not A Silent Poet and the Blue Nib

#religion

Aug 2019

Dr Peter Lim

FRAGMENTS OF SELF 10

Person-fragmented
too long self has been neglected

May 2019

Arcassin B

~u know me~

By Arcassin Burnham

Roses pushed and plucked and found,
the sound of whats to be allowed,
Constantly at odds , you know me.

Soft and scored ,not making points,
Feeling sorrow through your joints,
Cracking like the glass , you know me.

Cowboys see the future too,
Don't know what fate will hold for you,
Hope the futures bright , you know me.

Being here for you is destined,
While I fight demons and the sins,
Forever in my heart , you know me.

©abpoetry2019

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2019/05/u-know-me.html

#words #me #knows #heart #bright #forever #future