#photography poems on Hello Poetry

Mystic Ink Plus Apr 2018

I’m thinking to ask
My close friend
To snap my picture
During the sleep

So that,
While you visit my dream
We could get picture

Together

Genre: Love
Theme: Dream don’t follows any rule. It just is.

#nepal #photography #photo #picture #love #wish #dream #moment #memory

Jack P Apr 2018

character study #2: photographer by trade

They say a picture is worth a thousand words
And the horse with the broken leg
Is lamentably doomed to the stable.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words
But a picture is still worth not enough
To put any more food on my table.

C.R.E.A.M.E.Y

#money #job #work #poor #animal #photography #words

Clear Memoriez Apr 2018

Picturing

People always ask me why I photograph,

I often tell them-

I photograph because some people have foggy lenses, and some people have foggy mirrors.

~A Photographer

#photos #photography #quote #love #happy #nice #peaceful #cute #hobby #picture

hani aqil Mar 2018

exhibition piece

we
stepped into the gallery;
stepped onto pristine marble floors, sheen-decked, with our
grubby school shoes like
mud on palace gates;
stepped into a world of
suits and champagne and jewelry,
of cheese we couldn't pronounce,
of empty speeches and pretence;
"******* ***", as you put it.

we
walked around the exhibition, you weren't
all that impressed and you
didn't really keep quiet about it.

you were the only one, I think.

rich powerful men scare me.

we
walked down the hall, past
twenty closed doors, extending as if
mirrored to infinity;

you
were still unimpressed,
"This doesn't really work,"
you said.
"I feel like he's done
Everything he can with this style."

I think the same but I don't say the same.
rich powerful men scare me.

I wonder if
they're ******* their daughters behind those closed doors.

a poem about visiting a high end photography opening with my friends

#power #art #exhibition #abuse #pretentious #photography

Michelle Vela Feb 2018

Exposure

sometimes I feel as if I am photo sensitive paper
the world leaves imprints of images
exposing a narrative that attaches itself to me
as a string of memories in a darkroom
where light enters and creates the shape of my identity

#photography #memories #identity #light #dark #images #narrative

Megan Jan 2018

Candid

The flash caught your attention.
And I squeezed the phone within my palms and prayed you wouldn't look at me.
Blue.
Green.
Were they Grey? or Gray?
Maybe they were the oceans that drowned the sky or maybe it was only me that plunged into the depths of lust? Or envy?
What's between my legs doesn't define what's between my rib cage or what's between my ears.
And I prayed you wouldn't approach me.
Brown.
Auburn.
The color of what used to be dismal fall.
It bounced in waves around you--complimenting the Oceans you weighed on me.
And I was lost. Or caught like the seal in the jaws of an orca. I held my own but couldn't escape.
I stumbled over mountains to answer the question I barely heard.
The sweating technology between my thumbs peeked into the light.
I still couldn't pry the words from my own useless lips so I showed you instead.
And there You were.
Candid.

Little love for all type of poem i guess. Im back too I guess.
Wonder if I'm any better or just about the same. XD

#love #aboutagirl #photography #fall #ocean #colors #lust #envy #hair #eyes