#balcony poems on Hello Poetry

IPM Aug 2017

Balcony

Is it strange?
I hear different sounds,
paletts, colours,
I'm music bound.

Is it strange?
I can't sleep very well
hearing notes, tones,
imagining bells.

Is it strange?
The bells ring loudly
they never stop
they deafen me proudly.

Is it strange?
Seeing you everynight
whilst I work on the balcony,
I can feel your soft glance.

#balcony #glance #bells #colours

Nadia Jul 2017

The balcony

I sit here on this messed up balcony that has all essence of home
Yet,
All i think about is the view right before me
The size of the mountains repel me
But that makes me more drawn to its diabolic beauty
Flashes of every story and legend I've read takes place in those mountains
And my eyes betray me by refusing to look away from this dream catcher
In the distance the rain collapses and it reminds me why i live in this town
Of my love towards the smell of the rain provides
Nothing is more hypnotizing
It gives me a chillingly warm feeling as the chains hold me in this messed up hell of a balcony

#messedup #balcony #homesick

Andrew T Dec 2016

That night

I watched you soar off a balcony,
Only to land on a giant net stitched
From your goals and dreams.
You traded your soul for an extra moment with the silhouette of her shadow.
Bury me in her old cardigan and
Her parking tickets. Take me back
To a time when these feelings
Didn't shatter my good sense.
I traced the outline of our brownstone
On your inner thigh.
You woke up to the bed covered
In roses and firewood.
The getaway car trembled as
You stepped inside, dragging
A red wagon weighed down by your discarded dreams.
Before I could pass out on the futon,
You asked me, do you love me?
As you drank from the merlot bottle.
I wanted to nod my head instead of
Shake it. But hey that's what the
Rewind button is for.
So the parachute refused to open,
And I died that night too with you.

#days #dreams #nights #mornings #giant #balcony #evenings

toots Dec 2015

Hey, new old love.

I used to cry on your shoulder.
I liked doing it, in fact.

But, the truth, you say?
You want the truth?

I still do.

I still imagine that it is your shoulder I'm crying on,
And not just some cold metal.

I still imagine that it's your face that's looking down at me,
And not just the moon.

When I am spilling my tears at the balcony - now,
I wish, really wish that you'd magically be beside me.

Am I that hopeless?
Did I let you crush me?
Man.....
I was brainless.

You brought the new 'my girl' at the party last night.

I wonder if you imagined me when you had her in your arms.

I saw those twinkles in your eyes when she laughed at your jokes.

Funny enough, huh?
I saw that kind of thing too, when I laughed at them.

Have you really forgotten me, dear?
Am I already, completely, invisible?

Or am I still there, somewhere in your heart;
Somewhere that's rotting..
Somewhere dumpster-like?

Am I getting my hopes up if I say,

"I want to kiss you goodbye.

*Again."

Lol I don't even know. Just in the mood for a heartbreaking poem :P

#moon #jokes #goodbye #cold #imagine #metal #dumpster #balcony #brainless

Sarah Peracha Jan 2015

An Empty Balcony

The mornings on the balcony veiled with rose mist,
How soft view comes while standing over Balcony besides you,
How soft view comes while standing over Balcony besides you,

My feet’s could touch your feet’s,
My hands could feel the warmth of your palms,

We often said imperishable things,
The morning’s shines just make your face more glowing,

How splendid the dawns are on warm mornings,
How deep space is! How potent is your heart,

When I wrap you in mine arms, then your shyness make me vigorous,
I breathed my soul perfume in your blood,
How splendid the dawns are on warm mornings,

I know the art of evoking happy moments,
But will you give me another chance?

Without you the balcony is like a hell empty,
My mornings start from your glance,
My nights end while embracing you,

I know the art of evoking happy moments,
And live again our past, my head laid on your shoulders,
My feet touch yours while standing on Balcony,

Come near for my love to wear,
Come near for giving a life to our empty balcony!

Poetry by: Nida Mahmoed
Voice Over by: Sarah Peracha
Video Link: https://vimeo.com/112700506

#love #romantic #morning #balcony

Salil Jha - Naked Soul Dec 2014

*** IN THE CITY

It is February
From my balcony
Yesterday I saw
a man in suit and tie
eating his lunch in a Mercedes
some old ladies crossing the street
in colorful hats
Maybe they were from England
A group of Jews with beards
and long coats walked slowly

“Let them mind their business,
while we have *** in the city”
Said she
and we took our clothes off
All this time
amid the noise and mayhem
We made love
culminating in syrupy peace

#February #balcony #yesterday #man #suit #tie #eating #lunch #Mercedes #crossing #street #colorful #hats #England #Jews #beards #coats #mind #*** #city #clothes #time #noise #mayhem #syrupy #peace

#man #eating #yesterday #february #lunch #tie #suit #balcony #mercedes #crossing

My High School Poetry Nov 2014

Fresh Air Out On The Balcony

As I write this from up above a couple hundred feet,
Overlooking this beautiful and bustling city
-- which I had only known lesser than twenty-four hours --
I cannot help but heave out a sigh of contentment.

***** even though we're hundreds of miles away from home,
This city has not ceased its glaring warmth.
Maybe it's the environment, maybe it's the people
Maybe it comes down to being just blessed.

I am in love with Davao. This city had my heart within half an hour.

#content #warmth #admiration #air #city #contentment #freeverse #sigh #fresh #balcony

kailasha Sep 2014

Devoir.

A steaming mug between my hands
Paper littered around me
I sit, forehead creased,
in my balcony.
I see the sky and the ground
and I'm simply floating in between.

Rolling a pen
between my fingers
watching the hills
they look greener than ever
I'd like to sleep
I'd like to read
But homework does
bind me.

This is procrastination,
level: extreme.

A little break, or another one of my little breaks.
I'm also working my bumm off.
Devoir: to do. Also, homework in French.

#poem #stupid #physics #homework #procrastination #anthropology #etc #balcony #devoir

Margaryta May 2014

Numb Orchids

To girls who dream of being fairy princesses: turn your
balconies into paradise greenhouses, and every
night sing each of the Thumbelinas

to sleep. Frost's flowers crowd beneath my fingers, the
young moon peaking in. I dare not invite you again -
your mind exploded into a nebula last time you saw
so many lights. My tiny Thumbelinas have gotten
married, with Thumbelinas of their won. I kiss
their frostbitten flowers awake. I promised. Blue
fingertips have become a norm, a childhood
reminder of a wish for blue blood. It thaws

outside. Wee Thumbelinas weep. The ferns
unfurl. My lullabies make plants awaken, not from the
beauty, but of dying loyalty.

#flowers #winter #fairy #tale #garden #whimsical #thumbelina #balcony

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