Pain Lies in Paint.

The Wall
By: theiHope Poet

I am the beam in the plaster
holding up your house.
Sheltering your cobwebs, all the spiders,
and that mouse.
I see him scrambling for cheese, asking please,
never heard.
Only trapped.
And I watch as his neck's getting snapped.

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I am the arm with the bruises,
taking dings, scratches, cuffs.
Never shying, never swaying, only staying
through the rough.
People bump,
people stain,
and I hear them in their pain.

I am the stone for heads to cry on,
cheeks to press to, tears to fall,
and I keep them in my corner when
they struggle standing tall.
Words get slurred and breaths are ragged,
love and pain and passion here --
lonely moments pass as well..

And I remain with eyes and ears.

Bring Me Poems: To Do with Fingers

Sticks and Twigs

Rigid, rusty, stubby twig,

You stand as straight as work-worn fingers.

Bring me your durability

To manage the roughest of scenarios.

Fallen Blossom Branches

Withered, tangled fingertips,

Like hope of new life

Having slipped through your grasp;

Bring me the potential you once held

In your blossoms.

I wish to open their secrets

  And see what those fastened buds hide.

Dead Leaves

Small, tattered leaf,

Old and forgotten, I’m sure you must feel.

But left fallen forever, I can see you are not.

So bring me your natural tendencies

To be found again,

And raised back up;

Even to the stricken level 
Of man’s direct line of view

And not only his peripheral vision. 

 Pictures via here.

Picture This

Woman in Red

By: the iHope Poet

Woman in red,

The beauty of lost hope.

What is your name and who have you told?

Black jewel in crimson,

For whom do you mourn?

What have those weary eyes seen before?

Mother of tears,

Child of pain, born of fresh sorrow;

Go, find home again.

Women in red,

You weep for the dead, now let go of your sorrows

And find home again.

Foiled

*the last word of each line is the beginning of the next one. Each phrase is separate, yet is loosely connected to one idea. This is called an enjambment*

You Can't Hide
By: the iHope Poet

Run and hide, but wait, they'll see you
making your way around obstacles
pushing you back, running you down,
down you go into an endless realm of dark
skies and no hope left
behind, and you need to catch up
above, look there and just run
and hide, but wait, they'll see you!

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the Contrast

There Are Some
By: the iHope Poet

There are some that are wise
And then some that are foolish
There are some
With a light in their eyes
Or with flickered out lamps
There are
Those who choose to do right
Or who dwell in the darkness
There
Will always be contrast between night and day.

Color Poems!

Gray
A dim twinkling of light
Sneaking past shuttered window
My eyes are still closed, but I see the fresh gray.
Feeling sick from the fall,
But the black’s fading quickly,
And slowly gray hands help me find a new way.
On a swing in the autumn;
Frozen in time.
In the air,
In suspense, hanging up in swift flight.
Shallow clouds, empty rain,
Walking slowly forever;
But never
Forgetting I’m going somewhere.
Black
Abrupt plunge through some darkness
And feeling the edge
Of the walls, for a touch of unseen reality.
A shadow of the past
Following me,
As I blindly seek some way out of the unknown.
Black ink on paper,
Staining mistakes with its abstract silhouette…
Maybe black cannot be erased.
Hot Pink
Sweet, spicy,
Awake,
Standing boldly alone.
Its own individual of loud, brilliant resonance.
The brightest of colors,
With a tangy aftertaste.
Anything hot pink is not to be forgotten!
Sugar Orange
Sharp to behold
And smooth to touch;
Its bittersweet surface
May be somewhat deceiving.
A rusted combination
Of yellow and red,
With a touch of polish
To make a sparkly shine.
Whatever you do,
Do not ever hesitate
To make the most
Of what this bright sugar
Has to offer.

of... The Sky ...

Of Stars and Clouds

By: the iHope Poet

My dreams are made

Of stars and clouds,

A mix of grays and gold.

And filled with shades of joy and doubt

And secrets never told.

My heart reflects

The skies above,

The mists accented with illumination;

Where only the darkness of the night

Can outline their constellations.

My eyes soak in 

The upward view

Of the heaven’s many wonders.

The spinning of the stars and clouds; 

Their tears and strikes and thunders. 

I hope to fly 

With stars one day

 And hide among the wispy clouds.

Then I will know just what to say

Of the place my soul will’ve finally found. 

a Villanelle

Meant to Be

By: the iHope Poet

 How deeply does meaning in life take its form? 

When reflections are broken and mirrors are gone dark, 

Maybe then they can find what’s behind the closed door. 

Sometimes the goodness in light seems no more, 

And all the things evil have left there black mark.

So, how deeply does meaning in life take its form? 

What is there in life which is meant to be torn?

If there is any match for some small hope to spark, 

Maybe it will reveal what’s behind the closed door.

And then perhaps truth will at last be reborn,

So a journey is made for the brave to embark.

 How deeply does meaning in their life take form? 

Yet, in the end, when their triumph is weary and worn,

When their last strength is weakened and ragged with scars,

Maybe they will not find what’s behind the closed door.

But since failure is meant to be, they should not mourn,

And in asking the wisdom of long-blackened stars,

 Just how deeply meaning in life takes its form? ,

  Maybe then they can find what’s behind the closed door.

i Found this Poem

Truly

*Compiled* by: the iHope Poet

Would you scale the highest heaven?

Star people are rare, you’ll be lucky to meet another -

Can you hear it?

Can you see it? 

Some people think the stars must look closer from up here. 

But if men only understood --

They don’t. 

When you’re up here, you realize how distant they really are. 

How impossible to reach. 

I see them gaze upon distant skies of ideals inaccessible and vain

Star of wisdom once told the wise ones,
 Heavenward looking,

Sometimes the stars are lost,

Lost as a light is lost in light.

You must truly look. 

So I am.

I’m lying here wistfully

Looking up at the stars

And knowing how and knowing that,

Has made all the difference.

Sources:

• If Men Only Understood; Star of Wisdom; and Would You Scale the Highest Heaven, James Allen
• Star Girl, Jerry Spinelli
• Reached, Allie Condie
• I Am Not Yours, Sarah Teasdale
• Looking Up At the Stars, Hazel Connelly
• The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost

asking ?'s . . . :@ WILL

I Too Am a Child

By: the iHope Poet

When will we get there?

When will this long journey end?

I know little children have asked this time again,

But in many ways, I too am a child like them. 

How long does the starlight

Travel to reach distant sky?

I realize their journey,  

And the sight in the darkness makes me want to shine. 

But each day the whiteness 

Of heaven seems farther away.

When will I find it? What is the purpose of wait?

I know the answer, but sometimes I have to ask why. 

So when will we get there? 

How long will this journey last? 

I’m still a little girl, learning to grow,

Impatient for time to stop moving so slow.

But I know after all,

That someday we’ll find it,

This journey will end

And I’ll be reminded

Of the time we have spent, 

Of the distance we’ve traveled 

And the good will we’ve meant…

And at long last, I’ll be home once again. 

If I should....

Pockets Full

By: the iHope Poet

If I should live to see the day

When hope is bred

Like thousands of fish under the sea 

In every word to say

And thought to think

And deed to live, then 

I hope I would fear no longer. 

If my pockets should not be 

Too full of shy hands, 

They’d be open enough 

To fit all things good inside them,

Like tools on demand;

Such as confidence, 

Faith, and the will to press on.

And I hope I would not waste 

Such precious space to contain them. 

If I should ever come to know,

To a full understanding, of

What grand things hope may let me achieve;

If I should believe 

And open my hands 

To catch whatever life throws at me, 

Then I hope I would fear 

No longer. 

my epigram :)

So Stay Strong

By: the iHope Poet

Standing taller

Seems fleeting

While fleeing

Lasts longer

But it’s wronger

To shrink

Than to think

Like a tower

For the sour

Of waste

Will taste

Worse by the hour

You’ll be tested

So stay

As they say

Strong and rested

Or be bested

By the threat

Of the evil set

Foe.