#soulful poems on Hello Poetry

Sophie phippen Jul 2015

Light

The light in my heart is slowly dying,
The light in my soul is always crying.
The dark in my eyes is slowing drifting,
The dark in my head us always there.
The dark in my head will always be there,
Until I surround myself with people who care,
But the light in my heart will always be there

#sad #heart #eyes #dark #soul #light #caring #soulful

SøułSurvivør Jul 2015

Songs to Aging Children, Come

In the castles black with dawning
broken vessels hold the light
where the vassels stand a'yawning
woken by the dead of night

Songs to aging children, come
aging children
I am one!

Where the flowers wither rhythm
where the rhymes are drops of dust
metered moonbeams
lie within them
in their melodies we trust

Songs to aging children, come
aging children
I am one!

Can we only see the lanterns
lit for us by frosty dew?
Can we yet hear all the patterns
colors bled for me and you?

Songs to aging children, come
aging children

I AM ONE!

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 25, 2014

- REPOST -

Based on a song by Joni Mitchell
I strongly suggest getting it up
on YouTube
"Songs to Aging Children, Come"
a more hauntingly beautiful
piece of music has
scarcely been written

#beautiful #children #haunting #aging #soulful #hellopoetry107

The Tinkerer Jul 2015

Nautilus.

Nautilus
The knot in us.
Unknown,
It's grown,
In the darkness
Never seen, till in need.
The *Nautilus sleeps.

In times of turmoil,
Of doubt and pain.
That's when the Nautilus,
Earns its name.
When called forth
The Nautilus roars,
It ascends to the fore.

Of *courage over *fear,
Strength over pain,
The Nautilus breaks clear
The sufferer's aid.

It puts to end,
The chaos, the carnage.
Replaced with,
Experience's wisdom
And the patience of age.

Weeks of confusion and doubt, and I've come out better with a fragile, but new perspective on where i want my life to lead. It's been tough, it's been tiring, but I've made it through. I've capped the name Nautilus for that something inside us that pushes us to be.. legendary.

#love #strength #yourself #courage #age #deep #experience #motivation #wisdom #soulful

Impeccable Space Poetess Jun 2015

Elevated Chalice & Keen Portals

Life: "There are days when we are open to beauty."

Some of them are not.
Life is a marvelous
Cat playing with
It's pray.
With us.
Praying.
For us?

Sometimes I love
To be taken
By it's sweet surprises.

Me thinks: "Taboos are there to remain intact!"
Tragically
Obedient
To the law
Of Attraction

We dance as infatuated
Dervishes dressed in trousers
Flowing forth. Toward each other's all pervading
Persistent exoplanets orbiting 'ur private passions: :
Knowing it' self, its potency
Penetrating our thoughts

Mighty male:
"Might
I
Satisfy You?"

I'm such
An obsolete
Amethyst, good for lucky charms and ready made domesticated potions.

Imploded desires rise and fall
Within the invisible canopy
Of our dreams and glances
Watch us!
They rise and fall

Magnetized

Elated Chalices
Rise and fall
Luminated
Fulfiled
Flawless
Unbreakable
Like legends
Love!!

Legends love to be loved
In silence
Of our hearts
Heard and ingrained
Deep within our souls.

In this modest mode I pretend to be
Bemused by little things tossing
And turning me around
Just to forget
your presence
And to remember
Your immortal spirit.

I yearn for you!

Surpressed passion is all I have;
And blue heaven arched upon
Spellbound portals. Sheer
Kan devour my hide in
Seek in the shade.

Moist
Of the first creative act
Blows the raven away
Along scented mahogany
At the modest shelter
Of our habitual insanity of
Sparks and stars
Bursting into
Flames. . .our
Suppressed desires. . .

Merging

~˘

Tagore: "Where the mind is without fear
and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has
not been broken up
into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out
from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches
its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of
reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert
sand of dead habit
Where the mind is
led
forward by thee
Into ever-widening
thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom,
my Father, let my country awake."

#love #poetry #you #me #spiritual #beloved #move #anamnesis #heartfelt #soulful

Ayin Azores May 2015

Touch me

Your presence consumes me
You electrify my body
You have awaken my soul

Let my eyes scan what's beneath that smile
Give me permission to take your breath away just like the way you took mine
Spare me a little of your love and whisper to me your desires

I want to taste your lips
I want to be buried inside your very being
Before I crush you in to a million tiny pieces just like what you did to me, darling

#love #pain #lust #waiting #agony #soulful #frustrations

Maya Wilson-Fernandez Apr 2015

Wild Girl

Fearless.
Untamed.

Her hair
falls not in flawless curls
around a porcelain face.

No.
It flows into the hungry wind
a lion's mane.

Her laugh
tinkles not like
so many silver bells.

No.
It crashes and bubbles
an ocean tide.

Her desires
hide not under the glass
of an innocent exterior.

No.
They smolder on the surface of her skin.
Volatile fires
by turn gentle flames
or blazing infernoes.

To be a wild girl
is both a gift and a curse.
To feel everything
from love to hate
at the base of your throat and the
heart of your soul.
To be both feared and wanted
by strong and weak men.
To live one's life
searching for one
whose heart is strong enough
to run alongside someone so free.

#me #strong #fearless #reckless #wild #soulful

M S Mar 2015

Not About Love

The author of my favorite book would’ve never said ‘favorite’
He does talk about sacrifice and really deep things
And that word can’t explain any of it.
He says we always choose what we can’t have and cry over it
But now all that just sounds like a pop song about a pretty girl
With flaxen hair and long –long legs figuring out her way
I wish my tale was more cinematic, but it is dry as hell.
Today is no better than yesterday
Just a different shade of sickly blue
I deliberately keep avoiding the context of love
Because it’s so basal and we’ve refined tastes
Or so I think
I know little boys don’t think that much and
Little girls are told good girls don’t play with fire
Wretched, needy begging bowl of a soul
Invested too much on a gambler’s lucky streak
Now I’ve woken up to an endless sabbatical from relevance
I hold on to a smile
One that remains long after it’s gone
Like the sudden flicker of street lights in a rainy day
Doesn’t make a big deal about itself
And eyes that don’t melt concrete or anything but
Eyes that could make a cold-blooded killer cry
And they hoodwinked me
Perhaps we’re naked in heaven
To make up for all the deception in our lifetime.

I'm still not very confident about the title.

#eyes #cry #blue #light #deception #ideas #random #soulful

M S Mar 2015

Every Night

Tonight like every night,
the lonely crow will visit my windowsill.
I can almost hear him breathe if I keep very still.
It peers, never breaking the ice-
Not a sound provoking the serenity
If it's not here tomorrow
I'll probably spare some time wondering why
and peer at the windowsill
like a creep.

#sad #longing #light #creep #soulful

M S Mar 2015

Said Too Much

Ever heard of the fire that burnt
All I never really cared about?
The curtains are reduced to ash
But the lagan in my head’s left untouched.
I’ve had a lump in my throat for the longest time
So I couldn’t call for help.
But I took the longest time to reach your walkway
They say I was jaywalking most of the time.
My eyes are too tired to take in your colors
I’m not sober enough to be able to take in some more of your words
But tell me how you feel about today
Suddenly I know I’ve said too much
And you know all about my shameful inclination
Towards revisiting the darkness you remind me of
But what can I do if that’s the only part of you that’s left with me?
The next second your smile curves into a morbidly straight line
You look indifferently at me, but not into me anymore.
How you just draw yourself away so exquisitely I’ll never know.

#love #light #soulful