#reading poems on Hello Poetry

Sarita Aditya Verma Apr 2018

You need to know what you speak
You got to know what you
Need to speak
Not everything spoken needs to be heard
Need not know everything spoken
Every word
Ever said
Ever heard
What makes sense
No not
Mustn't
Know it all

Please read the lines nothing in between
Just for fun

#writing #reading #know #it #all

Jack P Apr 2018

ephemeral, escapism

i got lost
in the library
to think my time was wasted
or rather - borrowed
and left by the orphaned paperbacks
like the last dog remaining
at the rescue shelter.

i got stalked
in the library
to think i worried
about finding cover
when, in fact, i found thousands

and i hid behind them
skipping through
hospital wards
where the bereaved
wore glistening plot armour,
and American homes
where paternal affection
was grievously mistook
by European men
with lyrical prose

and when i emerged
found my bearings
set my feet
in the tar of reality
it did not treat me kindly

so, to the librarian:
if i disappear again
please assume i'm safe and sound
because if this is what being lost is like
i'd rather not be found.

give me the motivation to start reading again

#reading #book #library #escapism

PM Apr 2018

Books

A cat has nine lives is something we all know,
but the number of lives a reader lives increases each time they curl up with a book and a cappuccino.

From containing the recipe to feeding your stomach with drink or grain
to containing wonders to feed your brain,
to telling you how to drive a train,
or teaching you how to avoid strain,
a book is a well of knowledge which from many things you gain.

So the next time you dream of having the wonders of the world unfurled,
you can do do it with your eyes wide open, sitting on your armchair - with a book in hand - legs curled.

I love reading, and I hope I have successfully transferred this onto the page!

#books #reading

Michael Ryan Apr 2018

If There was Heaven I'd have gotten There a Long Time Ago

Do you know

How I know

That there is no God

...

Because I prayed

for him to **** me

and yet

I still

woke up today.

I read a book for my anthropology class called "The River Between" and it instilled this idea of desperation and suffering into my thoughts.

#pain #death #god #suffering #prayers #pray #plead #book #reading #influence

Aa Harvey Apr 2018

I wrote this just for you

I wrote this just for you

You alone will find meaning within my words.
My poetry is just for you.
Your interpretation is right and the only interpretation that matters…
To you.

What you think is so important;
I agree with you, it is.
Whatever you find within the rhymes of my poetry;
You are the seeker and you will find what you need.

Go find the truth, beneath the words;
Learn to read more poetry and you will find joy inside him or her.
Write your own words and they will not know you are a nerd;
Speak from the soul
And you will become anything, when your words are heard.

The fires are burning; you are the worm that is turning.
When you have left school, you shall continue learning
And in the end, we all become more;
This is not the end of forever…we are the beginning.

(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

#writing #meaning #poetry #inspiration #opinion #truth #reading #learning

Aa Harvey Apr 2018

Choose life

Choose Life

We choose our own teachers,
Just as we choose how to live.
We choose when to have faith,
Just as we choose what to see.

It’s just our personal choices that define us,
Including choices we chose not to make.
It may be our subconscious or conscious thoughts,
But it’s the same twenty four hours in this day.

The smallest of choices could change your life
And a choice we chose not to choose
Could have no effect at all.
But if we chose to succeed,
The chance of failure would shorten;
But would anything really change
If we chose nothing at all?

You see I could have chosen not to,
Write these words for you to read.
Just as you could have chosen
Not to use your brain and think,
About the underlying text;
Is it speaking the truth?
This is not my question to answer.
Its target is not you.

But still you choose to answer,
For you have read so you must speak.
I have no need for any opinion,
I just wrote this for me to read.

(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

#life #choice #knowledge #writing #poetry #reading #questions #answers #opinion

matthew scott harris Apr 2018

Thine Eldest Graduating Sharply, Splendidly, Supremely...

Into Young Womanhood

this glorious role, sans
     helping beget and nurture thine first born
three day shy of Christmas 1996,
     fills thy being
     with joie de vivre and doth add dorn
more resplendent than any horn
of plenty, and aye can only imagine
     more precious than fine spun gold
ah...how this papa doth recall,
     when he didst hold

and/or swaddle his edenic bundle of joy
     and taking stock,
     how she (christened
     Eden Liat) didst mold

herself into an autonomous offspring,
     rarely receiving a scold
cuz, she most times seemed well mannered
     and infrequently told,

and thus said benevolent prized progeny
     required no special programming nor app
even when a child, adolescent or,
     latte (sipping) teen,
     this genetic bounty evinced

     laser like thinking
     with a custom made thinking cap
although...yes, (there erupted a verbal flap
toward the missus or me,
     (the latter and former

     markedly differed asper child rearing,
     which unseen rift
     engendered a figurative gap
mollycoddling, holding, consoling,
     et cetera distraught daughter on me lap

which cradling, fas incubating, rocking...,
     which oft found
     this biomedically cherished baby taking her nap
twas at such poignant bonding moments,
page number two.

     aye DID NOT decry the parent trap,

thus now, special "gifts"
     with bittersweet motions bespeak
as tears (viz - ode to joy)
     stream down each stubbled cheek
this middle aged grown man,
     doth recollect with embarrassment
     how as a teen thyself as classic "geek"
whereat mine demeanor extremely meek
AND let NO chanced avail

     for one to take a peak
and now...unstoppable
     grievousness awoke,
     oh no...nothing un speak
or print able did occur only a human weak

ness, when thine voice
     un-necessarily raised yet,
blink back moistened
     slightly crowsfeet darkened eyes set

tills within this intelligent
     well read and let
hard bloke accepts the "circle game of life"
...listening to thee

     beautiful, charming, exemplary dulcet
an em ma nant treasured
     valuable accouterment tummy life...
     YOU BET!

#how #reading #to #me #grown #girls #*** #positive #memory

Medwin Mirza Apr 2018

MOTHER AS LOVE

Motherhood is not just womanhood and parenthood,
but more than a relationship that offers blood as food.

Every man is his father's descendent in name,
but it his mother's love that brings his fame.

She wants us to defeat her ,but she never get jealous,
yet she works for us and makes us zealous.

Her love is just the wind in sea,
that keeps us waves ,going in free.

Every mum's scold is only just to show,
that she can only speak words of love.

A mother's pain does not end with childbirth,
just like a mother's love that does not end with death.

Every child is special for a mother,
though we consider her to merely bother.

Without her there ,is no human race,
it is everybody's gift to see a smile on her face.

-Medwin Mirza

This poem was written by Medwin Mirza

#thank #you #for #reading

Lily Apr 2018

Our Story

Everyone has a story, a reasoning behind
Their actions, their words, their thoughts.
They have a prologue, which sets the scene,
That reveals important things if you bother to read it.
Their first chapters are important,
Telling you the basic things about
Their personality and sense of self.
Most people read these chapters,
But the further you get in someone else’s story,
More people lose interest, willing to keep the story,
To put the book on the shelf, but then
They forget about it. Or they just don’t care.
The last chapters, which bring us to
The point that the person is in their life right now,
Are the ones that are the least read,
Except by those who are closest to them.
If you truly care about someone, you will
Read their story from beginning to end,
Word for word, line for line.
Yet there is danger in knowing a person’s story.
Whilst reading someone’s story, you could
Fall in love, like a soft breeze on a warm day that
You hardly notice, but when you stop and
Think about it, was there all along,
And you should never have taken it for granted.
When that happens, embark on a new adventure,
Creating a new story with them,
Starting with the prologue and not ending until you
Type the final letter.
Because no one likes an unfinished story.

#story #book #prologue #reading #writing #sharing #love #relationship #author

Hannah Van-de-Peer Apr 2018

Syd

i want to curl up with you;
rainy Sunday afternoon
watching old Hepburn films
and you stroke my hair
and i stare at you.

i want to read to you;
candle-lit room
scented with mangos -
and you rest your legs on mine
and i smile at you.

i want to get high with you;
flowers in bloom
you smell ashy
and we listen to Syd Barrett
and I cry with you.

i want to ride with you
sunlit bedroom -
sweaty expressions
and palma violets gush from my depths
and i die with you.

#love #lust #reading #*** #women #woman