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Northern_Soul
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Said the Buddha to toilet mobility handles

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Grace
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Idryad
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28.04.2021
8.24pm
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reaching out for fallen stars
stringing hopes on fragile lines
picking alphabets off fantasy streets
nothing seems real anymore

I was on page 4
or was it 40

SweetKittyCat5
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Silence

In memory of mass shootings that has gripped our society  
As a new day approach  

The sun no longer provides warm to a storm that has set in  
Tears falling heavily as the subconscious of reality will soon begin  
A presence from birth, now gone too soon  
I give you the stars I gave you the moon  
There are tears in silent remembrance today  
Words of comfort I give to you, when I do not know the right words to say  
On my knees as I pray  
Daily grief not to hinder your way  
Keep your faith never to betray  

I couldnít hold your hand as you took your last breath  
As you stood on the throne of life and death  
Such cruel and untimely fate as youíve met  
Hurt, disbelief, wrapped in a blanket of anger  
From the senseless mentality of a complete stranger  
This poem is so unfair to write  
Retaining my own tears, for such a sickening grotesque sight
While seeing through the eyes of any parentís pain, their silent mental fight  
Holding onto a smiling picture frame, not wanting to let go with all their might  

I feel your heartache, my God it hurts, it makes me so ill  
Destiny knocked at your door with a plan to kill  
Slaughter of the innocent at the expense of someone elseís deranged free will  
No more laughter, no debating, no kisses or great day wishes  
No one to pat on the back when adolescent years have challenged their existence  
You can do this, a parentís voice once echoed in loving persistence  
As visions of deferred hopes, crushed yesterdays, with no more promises of a future tomorrow  
At this moment in time I could never measure the depth of your sorrow  

Spaces once occupied mementos now standing still  
Is this all done under Godís earthly will  
I donít understand this, so vital, yet so young  
At this time no need to hold my tongue  
Therefore, itís time to put down those guns  
NRA we have to do better with our liberal gun laws  
Caskets, funerals, obituaries, from such a demoralizing cause  
Tell your excuses to parents whoíve outlived their future generation, tears rolling down cheeks without a pause  

Just remember in your PR speech, a precious soul has been taken in the blink of an eye  
Life we live and death we must die  
But not at the hands of evilness, who never had that right to decide  
I cannot hold memories, it cannot talk  
I was the one who held my childís hand as they learned to walk  
I was the one who wiped their flowing tears  
Now some deranged person, who never cherished his own life, brought me to this, here  
Someone hold me now, in the midst of far away tears  
An untimely death, anyoneís worst fears  

Iíve held hands as life has slipped away  
Not for such young genders whose still at play  
Prom and School Dances  
Puppy love romances  
Given so many parental second chances  
The candle has, as known by a parentís name, has blown out in the wind  
I give you my shoulder, my ear I lend  
Silence greets homes, heard now so very loud  
Beautiful young souls have now floated beyond the clouds  
To Godís arms life has returned  
Leaving an empty space and an unspoken presence to yearn  

Sarah McLachlan - In the arms of an Angel
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NoPoo #128 (04-28-21)

This poem is dedicated to all the recent mass shootings that has gripped the livelihood of this nation and abroad. This original content  was written for various mass school shootings. It appears Gun Violence here today still tends to  cause unsuspected heartache

AspergerPoet56
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(NoPoo 168) Music Of Motherly Love

Happy baby smiles
Mother playing silly games
Laughter filled the room


Bluevelvete
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Inspiration.


fickle is the  w i n d
causing pause of surrender
spurring me just so








#Nopoo 4/28/21    (#168)

SweetKittyCat5
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Blending Hearts

Poem Based On Lyrics of  
Something In My Heart By Michelíle

 
Blending hearts
Such ardent whispers such beautiful works of arts
Gently sinking into an entangled tsunami abyss
One heart, one lock, two keys to twist
Fate of the heart given two gifts
 
Soar to the skies my mind screams so true
One has my heart, my emotional moods
Caressing my skin as soft silk, of the other, craving his poetic carnal food
My heart refusing to drift
Tornado and Hurricane my heart in the path of the direct hit
 
How, why, I canít say
My sacred heart I give to thee as I kneel to pray
Answers please heed to my silent calls
The aftermath may my soul remain standing tall
A lovely quiet storm in the beginning
My umbrella canít find an ending
 
Soft music of symphonic melodies, My God, tender minds blend so sweet
Passionate cornered our existence entwined as we meet
Wanting, needing
My soul slowly reaping, my heart deepening
 
Echoes gently taken of heavenly designs
Past and present will collide in time
God, I need your guidance for steps leading me to love
Shower me with your blessings of anointment from above
Blending Hearts
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NoPoo #129 (04-29-21)

Northern_Soul
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The year of what now

 
Growing up
the local hospital
was nicknamed
the Jolly Green Giant
due to a hack paint job
on the walls outside

today I smile as I cut
my first spinach crop
from the garden;
emerald earth glowing
in a smoothie cup
both vivid and pure

oh noó
there will be
no doctors today.
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AspergerPoet56
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(NoPoo 169) Cries From The Precipice

your name on the edge
of every vibrating desire
within eruption

Bluevelvete
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the tao of my goodnight.


barley feeling the weight
thin, soft material
cool against my clean supple skin,
just enough to cover
if needed

humming from above
as sweet smelling air circulates
a refreshing breeze
makes a perfect temperature
to address the night

soft and firm exterior surface
is cold and tempting
goosebumps pebble
ahhh, a relaxing slow exhale
escapes in a languid whispering

darkness envelopes
with pops of starlight twinkling in purpose
behind off white gossamer
an ambience to soothe
and create a mood of sensual wonder

the sounds of music tinkle
in all that's recognized as idyllic
back and forth I rock myself
in time to my own nightingale's tune
a habit done absent mindedly

as are all these lone rituals
to welcome the moon
and sleep amongst the stars
being of the dark



spilling each of my secrets
within the dreams



of my wistful night's
landscape













#Nopoo 4/29/21 (169)

Grace
Grace
Idryad
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185
30.04.2021
1.54pm
#NoPoo

passing ghosts peeped
into my window
gloomy in the midnight light
I turned away
nothing seemed to matter
not anymore

_feral
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to whoever is concerned about 'my skinny ass'

 


you will never
understand

how these bones
once sharpened
themselves
into claws,

how they made everyone
stare at death
who stood five foot six
in size six jeans
echoing words
like winning!
through each pore
embedded
in my
skin,

you weren't there
when i was dying;

refusing to bite anything
that resembled ways of
surviving

whilst watching
two tubes being
shoved up my
fucking nostrils,


you weren't there
when i was drowning;

in gallons of volvic water
to make out like i was recovering
when i was grasping my pelvic floor
trying not to piss all over
the doctors scales,

you weren't there
when i was struggling;

trying marry my body
into meal plans
whilst my mind
kept telling my hands
to push bowls away
& eject into holes
i could find to bury
my entire history
of waste in,


you weren't there
when i saw myself
in new light;

when i gave my throat
permission to swallow
without thinking of
new ways to give
myself another
sentence

or cheating
my body out
of a clean
life


so go ahead

make
jokes about

"the
skinny ass
white boy"

do your absolute worst
because i've heard
them alló

inside
this ribcage
i can still
claim a
soul

i can't
say the
same for
you.



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30.04.21

Northern_Soul
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Hobo

 
It was Friday
as we sat drinking tea  
talking about strawberries  
and prosciutto and how  
they shouldnít work together  
but kinda do  

I listened, always  
when he spoke about visions,  
his elderly father, or how †
another woman had entered †
who turned out to be a psycho †
in a long line of nut jobs †

he seemed to attract them  
and I could see why †
in a like for like way  

but him,  
welló  

he never hurt a fly  
existing wherever the wind  
took him in an old van †
across America  
dreaming of Europe  

old cobbled streets  
and warm sheets of paper  
whilst wandering under †
an Arizona sun. †

What makes a poet, he said  
is the hunger to become divine  
and there was truth in thisó  
truth to know that his questions  
were always lessons in disguise  
born in a strange place  

and there was †
something about him  
I could never pin down,  
never have been able to  
fully explain  

but some people are magic;  
they leave their souls  
in every conversation  

footprints amongst †
ever falling rain.
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Ljdynamic
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Thirty Days of April

NaPo is nearly done;
a lot of words shot.
Bullets from the gun
bullseyes on target.
Posting a ton;
flooding my update.
Messages that stunned,
some sad, some funny.
The close will have begun
another chapter for you.
You have almost won.
I admire your dedication,
your poetic words have rung.
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[247] April 30, 2021

AspergerPoet56
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(NoPoo 170)  
Beauty In Her Belief


lay there beautiful
so special and satifying
place your trust in me




Grace
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Idryad
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186
1.5.2021
7.24am
#NoPoo

strike of one
hitting bullseye
a word
a gesture
a certain accent
and then replay
...amazing

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