#pen poems on Hello Poetry

Marwan Baytie Jul 27

I need no steel to make them yield.
My pen’s the sword, my truth the shield.
I conquer in silence, in stanzas and cries,
And write what no tyrant can shackle or buy.

#pen #power

Hebert Logerie Jul 30

And I Surely Rhyme

At my prime time
I surely rhyme
I write countless sonnets
Like numerous poets
I tell it like it is
With everlasting ease
I remain calm and kind
To speak my mind
As a free man in control
Of my destiny, I play that role
On a daily basis with success
God grants me health and happiness
So far, I am blessed to be alive
I am lucky and I thrive
At my prime time
I weep because I am happy
And I assuredly rhyme
In front of so much beauty.

Copyright © February, 2022, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

#rhyme #poems #words #beauty #pen #poetry #prime #time #sonnet #love

Rhiannon Clayton Jul 14

Believe

I'm trying so hard to be gentle with myself.
I offer endless compassion and grace to everyone else.
Why is it so hard to show myself the same?
I wish to know the answer to the question,
to call it by name.
I know that the trauma I've endured plays a large role.
Too many years of feeling that my voice my silenced.
What was the price of my compliance?
Too much exploitation in corporate America.
Too much has been taken without being repaid, all in effort to make another dollar,
to survive another day.
Too many words were lost in the pursuit of it all, and now I struggle to save those words on paper, a portrait of words.
Still, little by little, I am climbing out of myself, reaching a metamorphosis with a pen.
Slowly but surely,
I am starting to believe again.

-Rhia Clay

This poem explores the themes of trauma and the journey of overcoming it, alongside the challenges of navigating the current economy. Both aspects are tough to handle, and many individuals are striving to juggle these issues along with various other obligations. Nevertheless, we persist and find ways to cling to hope and self-acceptance.

#metamorphosis #believe #again #pen #grace #selflove #corporate #america #trauma #gentle

CE Uptain Jul 11

My Happy Pen

This must be my sad pen,
    that’s all it wants to write
It’s sad because my lover,
    she only wants to fight

My pen and I are lonely,
    no one to hold tonight
We can only see the darkness,
    we cannot see the light

My pen and I used to be happy,
    my lover was by my side
Now we share the blackened sky,
    where we can run and hide

Someday soon I’ll find my happy pen,
    write about how good our love was
My happy pen will make me smile,
    that’s what my happy pen does

Another poet's lament

#lonely #pen #write #sad #happy

Mercy Jul 8

Writers Dilemma

@niamornimo

Its funny that writers live their lives on pen and paper,
Bloggers, poets, journalists even preachers.
I say this not because I've seen them but because I'm one.
The thing that people call content is an outlet of our lives as writers expressed.
Their are days when words flood out of our minds to paper like geniuses with numbers in the cloud,
Then days when it's radio silent. Our pen and paper are distant like the home built in the suburbs visited once for Christmas.
Yeah we seek for mojo in literally everything and when life hits you with a pause then...
Finding words is hard like saying ;I love you to a crush who vowed never to love again,
Like telling your parent I love you because you forgave them without them having to ask,
Like buying a birthday gift for an ex who told you, you're never good enough for him,
Like looking at yourself in the mirror and saying I Forgive You meaning every word coz as you go around gifting everyone handouts of Love and embrace the one you come back home to is YOU.

Yes the dilemma of a writer is not finding words or expression but
Stillness in life, that radio silence when all hell has broken loose.
The shell you cave in just numbing all the feels that bombard your normalcy.

Don't get me started on getting out the shell to find out everyone else moved on but You.
Coming back is brutal the pen and paper feels like an oasis in a dessert and you're not thirsty.

Not the victim mentality just a life lived out loud

#life #pen #paper #creatives #expression #voice

Rhiannon Clayton Jul 8

Write for Freedom

Write from the heart. Write with purity and until you have bled every ounce of passion from your pen. Write until you have exhausted the limits of your creativity, until you're free..

-Rhia Clay

#write #freedom #bleed #heart #purity #passion #creative #ounce #pen #exhaust

Odd Odyssey Poet Jun 25

Silent, Not Silenced

I am not the owner of my words—
not the master of my quotes,
nor the crafter of my stanza,
nor the painter of my verses.

I am simply the extension of the pen—
a vessel of expression, granted the freedom
to speak what aches beneath the skin.

But take away the artist who holds the pen,
or take away the pen itself—and the voice
of the artist, soon becomes the pen instead.
Words find a way to bleed through silence.

No matter how noble your intent,
to silence one’s voice is to sever the
soul’s right to breathe.

And still— they will return,
stronger than before; they will fight
for their word— words that once gave
them armour, and the pen, a weapon.

Not to draw blood—
but to cut through blindness.
A violent expression, yes—
but born of peace, wild but tamed,
structured but never caged.
Because there is freedom in every
word, written or said.

#pen #voice #expression #freedom #hope

Nishan Niraula Jun 1

My Notebook & Ink

I opened that notebook again,
After ages I picked my pen.
Pressed strength on my wrist,
Gave my hand a gentle twist.

Scribbling through, I went on
In the world where ink lace spun.
But it was different from what I knew,
This ink was of a different hue.

And I flipped the pages back
A glimpse of me in the ink stained rack
The letters were bolder, deeper even
They held power higher than I now sustain.

And so I closed my notebook again,
It's ink wasn't in my own pen.
And I closed the lid once more
Let it sit where it was, before.

The ink wasn't mine to use,
It wrote a story where I couldn't fuse

#pen #story #journey #creative #block #notebook #madness #lost

Srishti Jun 1

The Writer’s Tools

Just pen and paper,
Tells millions of feelings,
Heals millions of souls.

Just pen and paper,
The best couple without any doubt.
This combination is utopia.

Just pen and paper,
Where every word from the heart
is on paper by pen.
The art they make is priceless.

the thing which heals me is pen and paper

#pen #paper #poets

Hebert Logerie May 18

My Pen Is Weeping Blood

My pen is mourning the agonies and the sufferings
Of my people, who are drowning in the sea of misery.
My keyboard' strokes are shadowing the slow rhythms
Of the wandering beggar, who's lost in the sanctuary.

My voice denounces the filthy cholera and the injustices,
Which are punishing the weakest souls of the valley.
A tiny oligarchy is meagerly being rewarded;
What a shame for a man-made world corrupted with vices!

My daring pen defaces the inequality and the imbalance,
Which fool the image of a so called free world.
My laser beams burn the iris of the blind peasants,
Who can now see clearly the mini-sketch of my people.

I am the brother-in law of the cowardly executed poet
And the great-grandson of the poorest assassinated emperor.
I abhor the vanity and the lowliness of mankind in horror,
Oh! Lord, I'm going to read aloud twelve psalms, from my seat.

My pen is mourning my beloved people,
Who are innocently digesting the giant toxic apple.
My voice is seduced by the wind of liberty,
Which echoes the piercing screams of the hungry babies of Haiti.

P.S. Translation of 'Ma Plume Pleure Du Sang' by Hebert Logerie.

Copyright© November 2010, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of four books of poems:

#pen #blood #liberty #misery #pain #injustice #scream #struggle #people