#s poems on Hello Poetry

Amaris Jul 2019

gifts

You gave me silken scarves and solitude
To weave my own bindings
You gave me surpluses of satin
Bandages for skin you broke
You gave me Swarovski accessories
As if it excused your absences
You gave me smooth apologies
A salve to my twisted fingers

#gifts #irony #idk #angry #write #abusive #manipulative #relationships #s #sounds

Tim Jordan Jul 2019

Prufrock On the Edge of the World

Mistah Gates. He dead"

Time is an ouroboros and
the Earth a flat circle

Measure out your life
in insta pics

Let us go then, you and I,
through empty diamonds
and deserted play grounds.
Let us visit, if you will,
the battlefields ,
streets full of bodies
that decay in minutes.

In waiting rooms people come and go
and speak of tanks and Bushido

Eyes I dare not meet
Can see me with their headpiece
made of straw

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Forgotten, as we stare at our new ones.

This poem is intentionally jagged and imperfect, much like me.

#t #s #elliot #prufrock #chaos

Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2019

My Happiness Is Heavy

Why do I continually ****** my happiness into other peoples arms when they can never hold the weight very long?

My entire world I gift without the slightest hesitation

To a person who never asked to bear my burden

Never wanted the responsibility of taking care of my heart

Of course the life dangling from their fingers isn’t important-

-It is not their obligation to fufill

Whenever you are near me next

I will ****** my smile right out of your clumsy hands

And take back the happiness you so shakily held

If it is not already too late...

Don’t put your happiness in other people’s hands. They’ll drop it, every single time.

#happiness #self #esteem #sad #doubt #shakily #held #handsheavy #emotions #s

Angelique Lionheart Mar 2019

Resurrection

You walk beside the street wonderin' where to go.
This fiercely knotted rope, holdin' onto lettin' go.
What was once truth is now a brainwashed someone else.
Destination nowhere with a stranger inside, a stranger beside.
You don't want it; you Need it,
you don't want it; you've got to Have it.
The fear that takes you is the fear that breaks you and the fear that breaks you is the fear that makes you and takes you and breaks you

#fear #rebirth #resurrection #s

Matthew Feb 2019

Why Make Beautiful Poetry?

If I made a poem that sang to the seas
and whispered to the winds,

Would the winds remember what was whispered?
And when I sang to the seas, should they see the secrets sunk into my subconscious?

The winds won't ever wander where I once have.
The seas never will stare solemnly at the stormy sky.

Seems that it is worthless.

#alliteration #w #s #love #hate #family #care #preparation