#but poems on Hello Poetry

Riz Mack Dec 2019

How can you believe my eyes?
magic seeks the commonplace
morning light has passed us by
bitten tongues will bleed disgrace

All this light is empty space
illumination at a price
I don't care to show my face
how can you believe my eyes?

Left your home seeking the light
tragic, gone without a trace
stars are wandering tonight
magic seeks the commonplace

Host of a forgotten place
lost the vision to your sight
new moon waxing as it wanes
morning light has passed us by

Angels mourn the devil's night
beauty lies in fallen grace
frozen flames are burning bright
bitten tongues will bleed disgrace

Look upon my hollowed face
anemic bones can bear no lies
torn by your spellbinding ways
show me your pale heart this night

Then, I might believe my eyes

very much inspired by Melanie Safka

https://youtube.com/watch?v=Yf_HaZLZ6Gs

#rondeau #redoubl #tricky #but #fun

False Poets Dec 2019

we are not paid by the word, but pay nonetheless...

~for patty m.~
and all the others that surrender their truths
word by word by word
~

get paid by the word.

nothing particularly relevant-familiar to a poet-revenant.

we the Falstaffs, the literate fools of the world,
pay and pay on, pay forwards and backwards

once eons ago, in a confession blurted,
in a moment of spent outrageous misfortune:

”what you did not ask was this!

With each passing poem,
I am lessened within, expurgated,
In a sense part of me, expunged,
Part of me, passing too,
Every poems birth diminishes me.”

this is our only pay-out & pay-meant methodology.

#not #paid #by #the #word #but #pay #nonetheless #false #poets

Faizel Farzee Nov 2019

Tortured soul

Tortured soul
He walks this earth alone
Crying out to be saved
His heart now turned to stone
He’s soul now aimlessly roams
Searching for the light in his darkness
He finds that no one’s home
He put his pen to paper
His savior has become his poems
Capturing all eternal heartache, that life to him has thrown
It brought him sadness
But just look how much his grown
He alone atones
For the words he captures
When he’s in that zone
Writing from feelings
He will never truly disown
Giving it life, No one will ever condone

As he’s pen bleeds
Inscribing heartache of a tormented soul to these pages
His heart rages
His caged demons scream’s for him to release him from their cages
His inked pen now becoming his soul Savior

The screams of an artist with a voice unheard,
Attempting to change the art
Not stick to what's preferred
Giving words a voice
Hopefully it will get heard.

#repost #but #*** #goodie

kain Nov 2019

Not Today

This isn't war
There are no bullets
Just blood
Seeping from the holes
And fueled by the heaving
Of broken breaths
Ripping through my sides

And this isn't hell
There is no fire
Only scars
Charred into my skin
Traced by the fingertips
Of those who loved me
Of those I left behind

Maybe sometime I;ll find a place that I belong.

#but #not #today

Irene J Nov 2019

I miss you, not as lover.

I miss you, not as a lover.
But as the guy who would ask me how I'm doing when nobody asks.
When we would talk random things for hours and argue all of a sudden.
Yet, the next day is just another day to laugh off about other things.
And I miss you that way.

Still, wonder why he avoids me, was it because of my feeling? Yet we still talk, only if suddenly an important topic needs to be discussed. Yet, suddenly everything feels strange. I'm just disappointed if he really distances himself from me. I really need to get the point straight about why I like him to him first, dont I?

#i #miss #you #not #as #lover #but #the #guy #next

Slightly Lovely Nov 2019

done

You, are not broken.
You will rise again,
so close this book and
breathe.

guys, im like really fcking sad

#but #ill #be #okay