#fame poems on Hello Poetry

Hemendra 9h

Is it the frame that holds, the muscle tight,
The heart that battles through the endless fight?
The crown of fame, the riches seized,
Or seer-sight burning where all lies are teased?

Is it the voice of gods, the soul in art,
The quiet choice, the courage to start?
The face of dawn, eyes wide with sky,
Or sunborn fire that could make worlds die?

What makes a man? The pact with shade,
The secrets buried, the occult conveyed.
The masks he wears, the games he plays,
Or thorns and roses where his spirit sways?

"What Makes a Man?" delves into the complexities of identity, exploring the forces—both external and internal—that shape a person. With vivid imagery and philosophical questions, the poem reflects on the interplay of hidden truths, outward facades, and the growth forged through both struggle and triumph. It invites the reader to question whether a man's essence lies in his secrets, his actions, or the journey of his spirit.

#frame #man #muscle #heart #battles #endless #fight #crown #fame #seer

Hemendra 3d

Man-Craft

To build a man from stone and spark—
Not every hand can leave that mark.
He took his time, a slow-moved flame,
Not born for speed, but carved for fame.

The egg unhatched till stars aligned,
A soul too sharp for humankind.
He walked with weight, not just with pace,
Each step flattened their shallow grace.

No need for words, his silence kills,
A gaze that bends the strongest wills.
You stare too long, the truth runs red—
He lives, while others lie there dead.

This poem is a meditation on the deliberate, almost divine construction of a singular man—one carved not by haste but by vision. Man-Craft explores the forging of identity through patience, silence, and inner force, contrasting the noise of the world with the weight of authentic presence.

#man #spark #craft #death #grace #human #fame #speed

Todd Sommerville Mar 23

Get Back

Four young men on a rooftop in 1969,
Putting on a show for the very last time.

Not the last for any,
but this was the fab fours end.

Four old men under thirty,
about to start again.

People pointing fingers,
people laying blame.

Surely it can't be over
they'll Get Back again.

They'll travel back down that
Long and Winding Road.

Back to Penny Lane,
where it started so long ago.

Imagine the world without the Beatles,
I wonder if you can.

I remember four young men on a rooftop,
being great again.

Wanting to prove it to the world,
Before they let it end.

Before they let it go,
Before they Let it Be.

And that's the memory of
the Beatles,
I'll always choose to see.

I watched all 9 hours of Peter Jacksons
(Get Back) for the third time. And what always strikes
me is that The Beatles were just Kids not even 30 yet,
trying to find themselves, trying to live up to the expectations
of the world.
It's a hell of a documentary and a must see if you're a Beatles fan.

here's a link to the video on you tube check it out.
https://youtu.be/mLXbZf-rttM?feature=shared

Thanks.

#beatles #growing #up #expectations #fame

Nishan Niraula Mar 9

Ode to Caroline

Let me show you one that's mine;
She, sweet and strong Caroline.

Her hair, a mess of own
Her eyes, radiant of dawn,
Her skin, under sunlight shine
Oh sweet Caroline.

In every journey she embarks,
A new light, shines a new mark.
Her feats cross the skyline,
Oh proud Caroline.

A palace in her name,
It shall grow in fame.
Own the throne, a while,
My sweet Caroline.

She's strong, a brilliant mind, a shine.
She's my sweet Caroline

#caroline #woman #fame #strong #proud #sweet #lovely #classical #folk

Abbott J Hardison Mar 8

My Youth

If they doubt I'm so young,
But simply agree with the rest,
Does that mean I've finally reached a point,
Where I am so good,
There's only up?
Or will I come crashing down,
Is youth my key to fame,
Will they still read me when I grow old,
And this number fades away?
When my hair thins and grays,
Will my name?
Or will I pave my way to legacy?
My ink has a clock,
I'm afraid of it ticking down.

It's always been a question since day one.

#youth #doubt #numbers #fame #greatness #aging #legacy #time

Abbott J Hardison Mar 8

Glory

You want to know the poet?
You want to know the man?
You can call him Hardison,
He's going for the grand throne,
In that hall of fame.
There's nothing that will halt him,
Till his name's carved in the sky.

I just had a wild night, lot's of cheering from and for me. I'm well known it seems, and this is my moment of braggery. I'll be humble again tomorrow :)

#glory #fame #poets #names #throne #gold #grind #sky

Abbott J Hardison Feb 28

Love Vs. Admiration

Being admired,
And being loved,
Are two different things.

If you asked young me,
I'd scrap any ounce of love,
Just to be admired.

'Anything to be famous'

#love #admiration #youth #foolish #fame

Abbott J Hardison Feb 8

Ain't My Town

Gaze on me now,
I'm not well known,
With my pen taps and frown.

Well the truth is,
I'm real well known,
This just ain't my town.

Finally made it to the weekend, hope everybody is having a great day!

#town #home #frown #fame #truth #gaze #lost

Abbott J Hardison Feb 5

My Future.

What do you want for yourself, future wise?
I want a future in literature,
A doctorate in English arts,
And a lineup of books for people to read.
No, what do you really want?
Okay, I want a loving wife,
A happy home somewhere warm,
And a pair of kids, daughter and son.

What's the point of being great or rich when you have no one to share it with?

#future #fame #riches #school #learning #love #english #kids #home

Abbott J Hardison Jan 13

Supporting Character's Loss

Yes you made it,
Congratulations!
How does it feel,
To be up on the big stage?

It's been a little while,
How are you?
Well if you don't have the time,
To talk you don't have to be rude.

Yes, you've made yourself very clear,
You don't need me at all.
But don't forget,
I'm the reason they saw you,
At all.

Fame corrupts the very principles of people, I think that's the lesson every washed out celebrity manger can teach us.

#support #fame #corruption #loss #lessons