#form poems on Hello Poetry

Shaw Hovsk Feb 2017

It happens
when one wants it most not to. A gap
a sliver
a c h a s m           of the deepest, the darkest, the most unfathomable

blackness.

It y a w n s ...
    open in a matter of milliseconds
its lips sneaking up under unsuspecting toes.  They
f
a
l
l
   in a dizzying
                           downward
                                              drop
  o    n    i    g
b   u    c    n                       and br eak in g
on the thorny outcropping of the

     blackness
as if there were jagged teeth.
                                                  It closes then.

It leaves only an ugly scar to remind that something has indeed transpired
although the information of what exactly
is lacking.

It happens in an instant
this gap                  this sliver
this c h a s m              of the deepest, the darkest, the most unfathomable

                         blackness.

#sad #depression #angst #form

Blinking Nose Feb 2017

February

Cold nights still linger
My melancholy winter
Not keen on goodbyes

#poem #short #haiku #winter #melancholy #form

Poetic T Jan 2017

Melodies Freedom Of Form

Acoustic vibrations release the tethers
of a wanting, the music releases the
inhibitions of oneself to the ******
of melodies awakening.

Then there is just the oscillation upon the
part of ones freed individuality that feels
ever motion that washes over individuality
and a mind tingles, freed of shackled reality.

Rhyme weaves upon the curves of all that
it wonders over, opening the realization of
freedom upon the resonance of awaking.
*"A mind is freed with melodies weaving,

have you ever noticed that tingle in your mind when playing a certain song and how it makes you feel happier

#music #chill #form #resonace #freddom

Kathy Jan 2017

Honest Love

At first, the idea of love seems great,
So you jump in head first,
Not knowing the consequences ahead,
Not knowing that pain is now your neighbor,
But you can't turn back because nothing can compare,
To the unbreakable connection between two souls,
But is it really unbreakable?
The storm is ahead, do you think you can face it?
Do you think you really have what it takes to make it?
Do you even know the person that is laying next to you?
I do. And that's the scariest part.
Knowing that no one in the universe could ever give you this unrequited love,
The same love that you swore was sent from above,
Is this just a test? We need to make it through.
Because there's no way in hell that I'm going on without you,
Please understand that my intentions aren't to harm,
The anger inside of me can get so out of control,
There are so many things that I want you to know,
But I'm scared to let you in all of the way,
There's still that fear in the back of my mind that you'll change your mind someday.

#love #pain #free #form

Joshua Dougan Jan 2017

War of words

Rules, regulation and form, allows for the greatest accord.
A ruse, my elation, at the shore with the bravest of swords.
Let me explain, poetry should be like a storm, a war of the words.
But Treat every one like a worm: your encouraging your curse.
You can't move forward without inertia at your back.
It's just the set of rules that allow Us to teach that.
So yes, the form and regulations enable the greatest of sets.
But unless you use them you will just be a sadist at best.

#form #sadist #rules #inertia #greatest #regulation

JAC Jan 2017

May I

May I be the song
To which you drive down the highway
When it's snowing
And dark and cold
And all those wonderful things?
May I be the quiet exhale
When you think back to when
You were a child
And I was your favourite word
Running your mouth around my smile
And grinning like you were all teeth
When you heard my voice in your head?
May I be the old carpet
That makes your toes warm
When you go for a walk
In your living room
And think about those times
Those wonderful times?
But may I please also be
Sleeping beside you
When you go back to bed
After the cup of tea you didn't need
But wanted?
May I be
The form you smile at
When you think
Of nothing at all?
Or is that too much to ask?

#love #sleep #please #smile #form #tea

mars Jan 2017

this is the text I could never send to you

This is what heartbreak looks like.

It is the soliloquies you wrote to him at midnight while crying

It is the formality a smile and the absence of warmth

It is the nausea and the ***** because this mornings breakfast just didn't have the heart to stay with you

He didn't either

This is what heartbreak sounds like.

Silence
Breaking
Static

This is what heartbreak feels like.

The burn of your concerned friends eyes into your back

The burn of the shame tinging your cheeks red

This is what heartbreak is.

You
Me
But not us

Never us

#1 of a set I'm writing

#love #heartbreak #pain #free #form

RJ Days Dec 2016

Sonnet #12

Awoke to masked and yellow light of morning
Six days of joy preceded shades of holly
You crept away as my heart was warming
And left with me this wayward taste of folly
Which tongue and teeth did press on those wet lips
Who had ne'er known nor spoke but songs in prose
Now sang of curves that in soft light eclipsed
When feeding mouth, mine eyes and soul arose
I still can see the memory of your face
Those shining giant eyes and softest skin
Transport me to the realm of your embrace
Where then we lived as if life just begins
But if somehow love took me whilst I slept
These days I wait and wonder if I dreamt

#shakespearean #sonnet #form #iambic #pentameter

lei Nov 2016

elements of art

lines,
the curves of your neck, your eyelashes that flutter.
color,
the brown in your eyes, the barely there pink of your chapped lips.
texture,
the bumps on your cheeks, the smoothness of your hands.
space,
the width of your shoulders, the space between your eyebrows.
shape,
the way your shadow looks as the spotlight's on you.

van gogh, da vinci, munch, and michelangelo,
they'd all be ashamed,
for they could never make art in the form of you.

for these are all the elements that make up the masterpiece that is you.

#love #art #space #line #color #form #painting #texture #elements #shape

Nicholas Mercier Coulombe Nov 2016

Talking to the Chandelier

Demons are born in
the venn diagrams of who
you are vs. who
you want to be.

Eclipsing the hell
portals is the only way
to seal the gate to
mental illness.

the only way to
lasso your planetary
pie charts is to self
actualize.

#short #illness #haiku #demons #mental #poems #form