Best Hallo Poems
Down where the wisteria's leafed
Blossoms gone but not forgotten
The magnolia buds are poppin'
And clouds cover morn's risin' sun
The distant dove coos at daybreak
And I've never seen a fiery horse
What were Elisha's thoughts right then
Or this an everyday sight of course
From Gilgal to Bethel and to
Jericho the two did depart
On down to the Jordan where
Waters Elijah's mantel did part
On the other side of Jordan
Elijah asked Elisha his desire
Elisha wanted a double
Portion of Elijah's spiritual fire
Elijah could not promise this
Only God could be the giver
If you see me when I'm taken
Then this gift too will occur
As the chariots of fire and
horses pulled them asunder
Elisha saw Elijah taken
Quickly in a whirlwind's dust stir
As the thick clouds and fog drip mist
And roosters crow in the hollow
Will this wet day be the day
When lifted up all Christians hallo
Finis'
Based roughly on 2 Kings 2: 1-22
Verse 12 is very important
Hallo_to cry with a loud shout or voice
Categories:
hallo, bible,
Form:
Rhyme
Hello,
it's been a long time since the last time I saw you
Hello,
do you think I'm talking to myself
Hello,
it is good to dream, but even better to realize it
Hello,
alone on the mountain, but never lonely
Hallo,
to beautiful fjords and waterfalls
Hallo,
to a fascinating blend of magnificent scenery
Hello,
listen to the silence, drink directly from the mountain streams
Hello,
to the sky that changes color, the surroundings become golden
Hello,
the world seems just a bit more magical than usual
I shout hello,
do you hear that the mountain responds
...he ...ll ...Oo ...oooo ...o
16.01.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Hello Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
2nd place in the contest
Categories:
hallo, hello, mountains, nature,
Form:
Light Verse
Fathers for Justice you are not alone
I feel your pain alone
With many others
Any of us can fold
If there be trouble let it be in my day
That my child may live in peace
They ant in heaven hallo be thy name
For thy kingdom done
thy will be done
Go to the end the very end
Stay strong to yourself
Go solo for what you believe
Believing is living
Living is forgiving
weaponizing is destruction
She is not a weapon
But a living human being
A young and beautiful floating image of your self
Harmless in her way to this world
So why not compromise
These are not my rights but nether yours
These are her rights
And will fight for her rights
No more secrets
A anthem of justice
Sending a message together for justice
A picture is not contact
Fathers need their justice so fight for hear fights
Time pays
So be that super hero
For her dreams no matter what don't lark in the dark or be forever more
Shine and your message
Will be heard for ever more
This is for every father just like you
Be a wolf not a sheep
Leap in glory and for evermore
All I can say is that
I saw my daughter
It was the best six hours I spent all this week
Just like rain drops in a desert in them lonely days in June
Categories:
hallo, children, hope, philosophy, song-
Form:
Heroic Couplet
(ohw! ohw! ohwwwww!)
The wolves are out tonight.
“Tread lightly”, echoes father’s words,
“and stay clear of their sight”.
Excited by, my first hallo
to stars and moon so bright.
Excited him allowing me,
to come out on this night.
Caref’ly, had I listened to,
the lessons that he gave.
In underground my classroom
had I sat and well-behaved.
Now here, amongst the shrubbery
my small heart pounding proud.
Near the husky voices of,
the wolves in packs so loud.
Silently, on hinds we rise,
with noses in the air.
Detecting in, which way they’ll path,
not tempting to go there.
Crossing the bridge at Hunters Lane;
father leading way.
And there, under the bright moonlight,
we scout our waiting prey.
“Tread lightly”, echoes father’s words,
“and stay clear of their sight”.
Once home;
upon our rodent dish,
my first true trophy won.
Small eyes now flutter sleep.
My father heart so proud.
“Tread lightly”, echoes father’s words.
I blow the candle out.
Categories:
hallo, nursery rhyme,
Form:
Epic
AT THE MIDLE OF A NIGHT
I wake up to unusual ringtone
I rise to pick up my phone
One eyed half open,
I stretch out my hands down my pillow
I clean my throat ready to say “hallo”
My right thumb on the screen to slide the green icon
But….there is no message or a missed call
Oh my God, I forgot that I never had you’re new number at all
Because you’re gone- my sweetie
So reluctantly, I have to go back to sleep
Categories:
hallo, absence, addiction, allusion, cry,
Form:
ABC
Magic Ring
(Limerick Suite)
One time there was an sour puss old king
he was wearing a big magic ring
tried to perform a trick
he was not very slick
ring lost its sparkle wouldn't do a thing
Now to play the fiddle was his goal
he tried to play the fiddle with soul
playing many foul notes
sounded like old farting goats
but the king thought he was on a roll
He liked country music very much
loved to hold the ladies in a clutch
a two step he did good
he would hallo and hoot
fell on his rear-end dropping his crutch
The Queen got hold of his magic ring
she called him a wild crazy old king
told him she had enough
keep his hands of her crotch
Queen used magic ring gave him a sting
Screaming in great pain the king did fold
begged the queen to stop he'll do as told
got back his magic ring
he gave the queen a sting
now they live happy, got very old
Erich J. Goller
copyright 9.26.2010
Categories:
hallo, funny, old, magic, old,
Form:
Limerick
Down syndrome
It is like a landscape that labour under dark clouds
when I remember, the call I got from former woman friends
she had broken up with me because she was pregnant
with Dutch fellow from Amsterdam
15 years later she rang me -I`m old fashion do not change
my phone number often- the Dutchman had gone old and
returned to Holland, that his daughter was really mine
if I would come and say hallo.
I went to her house but wisely had my wife with me, my
“Daughter” was 14 and had the Down syndrome, a nice little
person who likes to hug and kiss people, I had no knowledge
whether she was my daughter or not and there is nothing
about this disabled child that reminded her of me except she
has diabetes.
I could have taken blood test to ascertain if it was my child
I didn`t want to know the result, didn`t want to be bothered.
My wife was angry said I was egocentric, so I agreed to let her
visit us for a few days every month.
The woman I had sex with, twenty years ago says the girl need
this and that, new shoes but, not bought at a Chinese shop
I ignore that and walk her about in the village as I did my dog,
stroke her hair tell her she is a nice girl,
but no, I can`t get it into my head that she is my daughter.
Categories:
hallo, angel, baby,
Form:
Blank verse
Silence’s Shout
My bones are poisoned by the thirsty soul
Darkness is added for the busy mind covered by the emptiness
Soak by choke to inhale the breath
Silence alarms the quietness to explode
Lifting my spirit to create chaos
But the conscience counts the beat of my veins every part…
I see N and O every time I step my feet in the gate
The house of refining sin with the anointed sounds invites my presence
Meet the cleaned hands but not at all
‘cause the trouble wakes up the inner story
From the place hits slowly the strength to feeble
My left is mocking to my weak faith
Yes my right!
Dance suicidal pointing out my fellows quite innocently assassin
Looking innocently but the hallo of an angel is lost!
Huh!
Hence, I look grotesque in their eyes
Criticizing out of their deeds yet unknown
For them the red flag is mine
Talking without knowing the root from the trees
Various fruits are made in one family
Yell quietly!
Keen the knife!
Promulgate your inner to naïve!
Take your pride, use your power!
Make me nude unconnected sister!
Finally, the mask is over
Your slimy tongue made you in trouble
The words that you spread to the thirsty ears
Hence, you are thirsty for a little drop of attention
Everybody heard your moaning cry
'coz you sow rock heart
To tame your chaotic consciousness
You put others into hot spot
Feel your burned spirit
With the gnashing teeth
Tell me!
How far our gap? How long your thread?
Yes I know how lofty you are!
Maybe by your profession but not as us, maturity's under control!
Categories:
hallo, grief, loneliness, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
Point, line and plan
The point is; that every second is counting for your destiny
The point is; that every human encounter is for a reason
The point is; that every drop is leading to an overflow
The point is; that every battle will frame you to victory
The point is; that each day can begin or end something
The points is; the alignment of points is the line of a plan
The line is the tough lesson you learn in minority
The line is the hard lesson you learn trough vanity
The line is the conviction you build for longevity
The line is the courage you gain against animosity
The line the chemistry your develop for morality
The line is the collection of points for your plan
The plan is the reason you came on the earth
The plan is the purpose behind your pain
The plan is the great that you should become
The plan is the hallo that you will cover you
The plan is the architecture of your testimony
The plan is the harmony of lines from your points
In memory of the victims of world trade centre
Wittebom, Sunday 11 September 2016
Categories:
hallo, absence, flying, heartbroken, judgement,
Form:
Ballad
A short Note for You
This is a little missive written in some haste as we have
to go back to hospital for more tests. Only you could get
me there and wait 4 hours in a packed waiting room.
Time is tough for those who have no private health insurance
and most of us have not. I tell you about the inequity of this,
but you are not listening just look through magazines like
“HALLO” touched by a million sick people.
When we finally get to see the specialist, a woman of around
45, I tell her lies about my splendid health, but you are there
and tell her the truth. I insist I’m ok and want to go home.
Ignored by two women I agree to go back to hospital one more
time about a bloody pacemaker, I gruffly leave for a coffee.
But I’m glad you are there looking after me, I always knew how
much I loved you, as long as you don’t tell me how to drive my car.
Categories:
hallo, best friend, blessing, love,
Form:
Sonnet
Ain't it Funny how
Lucifer once said to his father
Some certain individuals
No matter how guilty they are
Or evidence doth incriminate them
Always seem to get off
Scott Free
Enough said
Mic Drop
That's all I wished to say
As i am currently off to serve
Scott's sentence now
So due to this unavoidable catastrophe and travesty of justice
I will be most unfortunately out of commission for
the a wee foreseeable while
Hope to be back and see you soon
I'll be back
All depends on if I am prepared to change
And i manage to get parole for good behavior
With again
Ohh so Devilishly glint and glimmer in his eye
Trying his level best not to crack a Smile
Whilst all the while chocking up way
down deep inside
Looking most angelic as if he could sprout
wing's from underneath the ethereal
glowing hallo eminent above his saintly
head
Like butter wouldn't melt on any given
Sunday given up for lent
Categories:
hallo, slam,
Form:
Free verse
The pricking needles of cold stars and hoarfrost
hypnotizingly sparkling in the dense crispy air,
a half-sky pearl hallo crowns the dead mercury-liquid Moon;
violent blizzards have been finally superseded by severe frost.
Grasses are peacefully sleeping under the snow whiteness.
Fords, Mercedeses, BMWs, Nissans are moving slowly
groping their way through thick clouds of exhaust mist;
rare chilly passers-by hurrying
towards a hopefully better for existence place.
Here, in the rare air of winter, through the mist
and frost of weariness and apathy,
through the concrete substance of the night wind,
a brightly lit advertising poster screams right into eyes
and minds:"WE WILL WIN! United Russia", and the never
hibernating on his three-color way grizzly-bear
looks as ever strong, resolute and satisfied.
There is no bum soaker, no thief, no whore
under the dead-festive-rosy light of the street lamps.
No single crow or dog or jackdaw in the dead space
of eternal frost. All they have gone.
In winter, conscience seems to be a too abstract matter.
The colored scraps are much more essential.
Nov 25, 2011
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a constructive critique is welcome
Categories:
hallo, social,
Form:
Free verse
I'm packing,
I'm ironing
All go in the suitcase
Lord with my case
It is not written happy on my face
I will move at my own pace
To a world I know of
Where it all started off
I'm going back
To claim my umbilical cord
The connection to my beggining
It is not the way I came
Maybe better or worse
I want to cleanse and clean curse
Pure blood and a virgin word
A bowl of meet and a milk guard
Muscles build castles
Win battles
Cattle,wealth and health
Dreams of better days
Brighter rays
Happy says
Truthful ways
Pray
Life is a gift
Thank you your name we Lift
We not better than those that left
We thank you for this planet
The air we breathe and every content
Spirituality a moment
Clear all that torment
Highlight, select,perfect life
Save the knife,find and replace hate
Restore love,rycycle peace
Operate on Mac ( Multi Access connection)
Network and connect
Networth pocket
Bedworth desist
Create worthy relationships
Differentiate cheap and chips
Tongue slips and true lips
Transplants and true hips
True calls and beeps
Smiles and weeps
History vs his-story
Time for berries and time to burry
A burden to carry
A goodbye to worry
Life is no hurry
Word from Harry
No furry
With perry
Peace
Brotherhood
Well wishes
To greatness
Forgiveness
To moving on
To new life
Maybe a new wife
One goat.and a new coat
A war well fought
A soldier is home
Ooh happy Mom
Hallo Brother Tom
A shujaa is home
It has been a journey
A tough walk without honey
A built foundation without money
All is well.
Categories:
hallo, africa, home, memory, missing,
Form:
Ballad
in my mind lonely
my lovely moon calm and proud
hallo what a tune!
Categories:
hallo, adventure, how i feel,
Form:
Senryu
~~~NO GLORY! NO HOME! NO MORE!~~~
Life echoes’ cried, precious loved ones lost life
Door of tears, my prayers knock on the closed door
Strife took up arms that war nailed cross to strife
War erred deeds, claims unjust, cold souls of war
Vain war the warrior’s hallo; warred in vain
Mercy, come again, please give me mercy?
Shame the wars' casualties; hall of shame
Jersey City the same as New Jersey
None gave true love; and glory was for none
Time life wasted; and hope died one last time
Son of perdition spawn without a son
Crime the nations’ debt; and partners of crime
Soar, Oh my soul, chimes of life, let love soar
Poor wars’ and scriptures’ used against the poor
© DiLinda Adams 2014, All Rights Reserved
Categories:
hallo, black african american, poems,
Form:
Sonnet