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 5753° 
ohellobeautiful
no matter how hard
these winds blow and shake me
i stay  r o o t e d  with the Earth

storms exist to awake me
still one of my favorite poems i have ever written <3
 1262° 
Sobbingsoul
In the canvas of our soul
Life is an Art
You are the artist
Paint the life
With the color
Of your Love &  emotions
Each breath
Is your brush
Each moment
Is your Rainbow
Living in the heart
Learning to share
Then,
Joy and peace start
Don't suffocate
The gift you brought
From the Heaven
Doing 8 to  5 job
Paying bills
And achieving
Temporary material gain
Don’t Live Life in Vain
 705° 
Elliott
There's something different about him
The way he moves
The way he carries
I can see the curiosity in his eyes
I can tell he wants to say something
But the words aren't coming out
Maybe he's shy
Or maybe he's just tired
Tired of the dead ends
A true mystery.....
And I'm interested

What's wrong with you?
Maybe there's interest
But you won't know unless you say something to her
She's beautiful
And you can't afford wasted moments
The road blocks in the past
Have blurred your vision
Like staring at the sun
But at the same time
You're still able to see her
 349° 
T
;
My mental health makes me and breaks me.
I’m unique and different and quirky and so very dead inside.
 234° 
Rama Krsna
the nectar of love
only comes with
the poison of pain,
two
for the exorbitant price of one

standing
at the chasm
of life and death
destroyed by love
grief remains
as life’s sole friend

the memories of love
now
belong to time
and this aging body
to the five elements.

© 2019
 230° 
Carel Prinsloo
The air is statue still,
dust particles hang immobile,
levitate in arrested motion,
causing gravity to frown.

A single ray of silver light,
a gift from the Lady above,
as she turns her face full
and bathes the night gently.

Seeking through dark places,
the magick beam catches tears,
in a cradle of light comfort,
touching a lullaby in a whisper.

Alighting softly in a calm arrival,
upon eyelids of eternal sorrow,
and heals the ragged scars of pain
with the mystery of the stars.

© Pagan Paul (05/05/18)
I cannot help but share this poem, One of my favourite pomes of all times
Cut off my face
I think you'll like that
You won't see her in my face


I'm everything you hate

Cut off my feelings
You like that
You don't want me to scream
You don't like the emotion

I'm everything you don't want from me

I'm the failure
In the back of your head

I'm what you hide

Cut off my lungs
You want that
You want me to disappear

You like me
You like me dead
You like me heartless
living robot
You like that
 228° 
Nienke
el sol del universo infinito
lejos pero aún tan caliente
radiantes en mi corazón
destellos en mi mente
eres tu
tan libre, tan ingenuo
decepcionado por solo un segundo
con una energía fuerte
la necesidad del mundo
mi cariño
siempre-sonrisa sin pensar
lo que es difícil de alcanzar
de abajo
estoy viéndote
amarillo reflejando
todo parece más grande
pero nunca déjalo ser más gigante
que mi amor por el sol
Por favor, ayudame con el esp. (errores?)
 192° 
Pacheco
I sold her a bag of dreams
It had a hole at the bottom
She gave me winter and spring
Summer and most of her Autumn
I left her not looking back
Standing there
Clutching tightly
An earful of sorry stories
And an empty tequila bottle
Why you ask
Im sure
Surely because I could
And because that's what I do
 169° 
Andrew
All of the aggressive goats fight
To determine the king of the hill
But once rain starts pouring
They seek shelter together
Leaving the victor in the rain
 160° 
April
my soul,
so quick to scurry
as you pass me by,
still yearns for you late at night

I didn't believe your grandest
smile
could pull me back in
but here I am... right back to your side,
held so tight

oh my soul, where did you lose your fight?
 159° 
Peter B
Her eyes
reflect my moon.
In her eyes
it's always full.
 142° 
Cobear
IDK
You make your mistakes
your mistakes don't make you
Unless its chronic,
Inflammation does not last.
Be humble.
Both can ****
        The only difference is
                      Cigarettes shatter lungs
         She shatters everything

            I remembered the first moment
my lips pressed the filter
     as I lit it up breathed it all
                savored every smoke
       as if we covered up painful lies
        in a container of painkillers

The same way  
we used to pressed our lips
     sparked something between us
           savored every moment we had
    as if our love was a rose
               in a valley of tulips
Gold
 110° 
Blckstr
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m ****** –”
I know it sounds ******,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
 86° 
the dirty poet
i see the flyer at starbucks

"are you caucasian?
without mental health
and drug problems?"

wow
i don’t know the answer to any of these questions
is a jew a caucasian?
is the occasional *****, ****-slamming drunken rampage
a drug problem?
as for mental health
i’m a deadbeat poet and unpopular pop musician
i’ve got a job fighting death and boredom
and i just changed my facebook password to "eat ****"
my frustrations have driven weaker souls to homicide
but are these PROBLEMS?
 79° 
Grace
When I look at you,
I don’t see darkness
I don’t see rain
I don’t see pain

When I speak to you,
I don’t feel sadness
I don’t feel neglect
You always show respect

When I think of you,
It gives me strength
Because you’re so bright
My brightest light

When I dream of you,
I find myself in your arms
Right where I belong
Right where I feel strong

When I fell in love with you,
I knew it was true
Because you drowned my sorrows
And now I can see tomorrow
 77° 
Emjay
How can an empty heart feel so heavy?
Rhye-Patience
 77° 
Glass
the crystal faith you praise
is fractured with dysphoria
that two years from now you won't be able to distinguish my beauty
and we'll fall apart into
a open concept of bigger questions and then my scenery
will be vivid and fluently spoken towards repeated
images and small - town secrets
of surprise but tomorrow isn't sunny,
the damage
has already begun

- G
For those who already don't know my poetry is published on Border Grey Magazine. Please Check it out! http://greybordersmagazine.jigsy.com/issues
 70° 
143
I’m sorry I disappointed you.
I never meant for you to find out
Or atleast get it confirmed enough to confront me about it.
I know she means a lot to you.
And I’m sorry that my opinions don’t line up with yours.
I wish she didn’t bother me but she does
:/ :/ :/
I just wanted to say a quick thank you,
To all the people out here.
For their support,
And loving poetry.
And for their understanding.
I'm really glad I can say,
That I'm a part of this "community."
I'm really grateful.
Stay Safe,
Take care,
And I'll see you all
Back there.
A poem every day.
 61° 
JR Falk
so I noticed that we both drink coffee.
just like anyone, we both like ours a certain way.
i like mine sweeter, with just the aftertaste of coffee there.
caramel, sugar, creamer.
i think about when i’ll have my next cup, and the idea of it alone makes me happy.
i don’t care what time of day i have it, i almost always have a cup.
i make time for my coffee.
it might be safe to say i think you like your coffee black.
you might add just the smallest touch to soften its bitter taste, but never too much.
sometimes i think you just pour it and carry on, as though it’s nothing important at all.
as though all it is, is just some quick fix.
like you just want to get it over with.
we drink it in two different ways.
i drink it slowly.
i note every flavor in every sip, i enjoy it.
i note the warmth it brings me.
i like it all hours of the day.
you drink it quickly.
quicker than me, at least.
you don’t care if it burns your tongue, or perhaps you’re used to the pain.
you accept it.
you never let it last, you move on to something else soon after.
i lay in your bed, watching your eyes as they skim the screen in front of you.
your mind is somewhere else.
i savor the moments you look my way, if even for a second, and smile at me.
i wonder if you even notice them.
i feel your laugh vibrate my bones, making the hair on my arms stand on end.
do i make you feel at all?
i reflect on it every time i drink my coffee.
i think about it with each and every sip, taking my time.
something tells me that you don’t do the same.
after all, it's just coffee.
but i put my all into this coffee.
i think you like your coffee black.
3:06am
08.09.18

im actually drinking coffee rn. rip
 60° 
aquis
your fears are not here
now

the last time you met them

they told you
‘on your knees’

and you were

but then the fire
in your chest
started to burn
so fast

the lion in your breath
started to roar
no rest

and you rose
from your ashes

you left them
behind

in that moment
you knew

‘now’ has no fears
I started writing poetry not a long time ago, but ever since I started I just can’t stop writing - the words are flowing in my mind as I desperately try to catch and put them together in a meaningful way. It truly surprises me to discover this passion and constant urge to write poetry inside me.

However, as I am new in this and English is not my mother tongue, I sometimes have trouble finding the right words, and have doubts whether what I wrote is good or ‘poetic’ enough, whether I should share it or not, and so on..

But here on HP, the support I received from wonderful people liking, loving, reposting and commenting on my poems has truly helped me gain my confidence and trust in myself and what I write from my heart

Since this poem is about facing your fears and leaving them behind, focusing on the “now” that doesn’t have any fears, just the pure moment itself, I wanted to share my experience of getting out of my comfort zone, facing my self-doubts and sharing what comes from my heart, in the hope of touching and inspiring someone somehow

Thank you to Hello Poetry and all the kind people here for your support and encouragement, it means a lot to me

☀️❤️
 54° 
SJG
luv
They say "love is a verb".
I don't think it is.

It's more a cloud of locusts,
Flying terribly at your door.
 51° 
Bee
she was the moon
radiating the night sky
and dancing among the stars

you were the darkness
the shadow that waxed and waned
through the phases of her life

she grew to believe
that your presence
is what made her whole

but like the full moon
she shone brightest
without you


x.
 51° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
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.
©Hg
 49° 
Sharon
When I wake up is when I miss you the most
 49° 
Raziel
They’ll check your wrists,
But not your thighs,
They’ll check your smile,
But not your eyes
They’ll avoid the truth,
Believe the lies,
Nothing to sooth,
No reason to cry,
Our smiles are bright,
Eyes are a bit dull,
Wrists are clean despite,
The blade with an emotional pull,
And we’re emotionally unstable,
But they say that’s okay,
We are all a bit of a riddle,
But that’s the only thing we can convey,
And the world will open to swallow us up,
But that’s okay, at least our habits remain,
And when their arms finally open up,
We will show them the reflection they taught us to shame,
So we paint a smile with the color of red,
From the thighs they didn’t check,
And from our eyes we bled.
And they'll only understand,
When the noose hold us by our necks,
And if they had thought twice,

Maybe our eyes they would have checked.
 47° 
Onoma
hair standing on end--

wick sailing amber head.

saint's aura bursting

the bubbles of flowers--

garish rich to slithering

breezes enchanting a

native son.

unborn like Maharaja

said...without worded

mince.

The Self watches drops

slip the rim of the bucket

as it's drawn up the well.
 45° 
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
 43° 
Johnny walker
I walk between two world this world and the next I live
In neither one, It like pathway that lies between Is to where I
live
belonging to nothing  now since my darling left
feels as
If
I have no place In either world I lost any claim to this
life when I was left alone and I'm not prepared yet to stake a claim on the afterlife so
shall I
have to walk the pathway that lies between this world and the next
until It Is time for me to
go
It as If I walk a pathway that lies between this world and the next Heaven and ****
 43° 
Syv Elena
I've never worn dresses
until I was 21
It counts as one of my successes
That now I own a ton

Back in elementary
I only had one friend
I remember on thing he said to me

"If you were a girly girl this wouldnt have happened"

All this time
I always felt like a boy
All this time
I was one of the "bros"

I've never worn makeup
until I was 23
But honestly I just never brought up
That I thought I was too ****

I always thought I couldnt be a girl
Because I didnt have the body
I always thought I couldnt be a girl
Because I had no femininity

I always felt lost
Because I was always in between
But then the fog cleared up
When I found out about gender fluidity

It was the answer to my troubles
I never thought the moment came
I could finally put away my struggles
I could finally give it a name

Now everyday I wear a dress
I use makeup in excess
I finally have my feminine side
Which I had lost for a long time

I started to own myself
I started to let people know
That you can always find yourself
And learn as you grow
I blame you.
For the dreams that died.
For the love that i will never have.
For the smile that you took from me.
I wanted to fly far away but you
Burnt my wings keeping me
In the cold darkness.
I blame you for killing me.
I like to take a negative feeling and turn it
Into something good.
We should allow people room to grow and breathe support someone in there dreams
#blame #dreams #darkness #killing
 40° 
Dea
How to start writing
How to keep writing
Write, write, write
Writing

Pick a subject for writing
Make sure you reference your writing
Write, write, write
Keep writing

This amount of words for writing
Plus or minus 100 word max leeway for writing
Write, write, write
Still writing

Quotes in your writing
Punctuation for writing
Write, write, write
Writing

Title for writing
Page numbers for writing
Underline, paragraph, CAPITALISE
Your writing

Margin your writing
Spell check your writing
Re write, research, rephrase
Your writing

Is this your writing?  
Question your writing

Read
Hate
***** up
Start again
Your writing

Check your writing
Get a friend to check your writing
Panic, stress, just write
Your writing

****** writing

This will do, writing

Print, bind, hand in
Your writing

Write some more as you sign off your writing

Sigh
Feel sick
Crash
Sleep
Writing

Wait, wait, wait
Wait for someone to read your writing

Judge your writing
Mark your writing
Wait, wait, wait

Receive your writing

Read another's writing about your writing

Their writing, writing about your writing

To write whether the words in your writing are good writing
Therefore RIGHT writing

Or

Infact writing that ought not to have been written in the first place.

Now tell me

From this writing
And writing
And writing
And more writing

How do you write the words that you now want to be written?
 40° 
Taylor Renee
You never smiled in pictures
And you never smiled with your eyes
You stood behind the lenses
But all I saw was a flash of lies
 39° 
Temporal Fugue
The fields don't miss the rain
not as much as I miss you
the world still turns it seems
at least I know, that's true

Sun to moon, and back again
one day, it's going to end
but for all the times we had
my heart will never mend

Into the dark that will ensue
carrying your light with me
past the life, departed skin
you and I will
always be
Another snippet :D
 39° 
YUKTI
It's okay to feel sad
Trust me it's not that bad
It means you are healing
Because you started feeling.

It's okay to trace
fingers on your blister
It is evidence of your
strength that you foster.

It's okay to stand single
Being in the crowd can be a tingle
Hate from unknown hurts, its true,
But love from known can destroy you.
 34° 
دema
I think I love
with every cell of my being,
with every drop of soul in me,
with every breath that visits my lungs,
with every fingerprint I’ve ever left,
with every laugh that parted my lips,
with every language my tongue pronounces,
with every way I know how to love,
with everything, yet I end up with nothing..
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