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Dear Reader,
if you're reading this
it means
I'm dead
as a paper


to be etched
with the poem
I tried to write
so many times
when I was m-
what does the Oracle have to say?

things will get badder
before they get better.

then I thought
that I heard someone calling,
but it was me
back to forever falling.

(Grammarly sanctions me
for using
the word badder
and 'quite frankly my dear,
I don't give a ****')
Lilies and Daisies,
Today I have got a case of the lazies,
I sit in our room listening to the eighties,
Thinking about nothing my thoughts come and go like the waveys,
I wonder Dear if you would look good in paisleys,
But then that pattern is a bygone phas-ies,
If you wore it on our dates, I can’t imagine all the gazes.

Lilies and Daisies,
We are feeling Lazies,
Sitting on the bed doing nothing but maybes.
“Want to go for a walk?” “Maybes.”
“Want to go to the movies?” “Maybes.”
Our code word for, “I have the lazies.”
When we hear maybes,
I know well just sit here doing nothing…
But I am perfectly okay with doing nothing so long as I am doing nothing with you, Cuties.
Just sitting on the bed with my partner thinking how happy I am to do nothing with them <3
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
it was the last time
you ever kissed me goodnight
the day the moon fell
If you take out the letters
“a”, “t” and “h”
From the word “faith”,
And change the order
Of the remaining letters,
You’ll get an “if”
What does that tell you?
It tells me “I’m bored to death”
George Krokos
O God, may Your light of love and truth always shine through
illuminating all the darkness and dispelling our ignorance too.
You are the Only One That eternally shines by Its own infinite light
and everything’s a reflection of Thy glory witnessed by divine sight.
From 'The Quatrains' ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Connie Hopkins
Flowers of spring look what you bring
Your pedals so soft and colors so bright
They are small and tender
Yet look what they render
Some smell so sweet
You'll always remember
Some spread out like carpets on the ground
They might even climb on a limb
Some even sit high on their stem
With bright colored centers
Pointed straight toward the sky
What ever the color, smell or size
With God's love each spring they will rise
Some even close at night
Just to reopen, what a beautiful sight.
                                       By: Connie Hopkins
you want to shoot the sun in the desert
in polers to the glaciers

I am just going to laugh
if i can get past
this torrent my twenties
has devolved into
i know
life will be beautiful

if fate permits me luck
time will yield
happiness, amid the muck
it's a gamble,
let's roll the dice
Merna Ketana
I still stumble when I fall in love

And I break my heart in two or three

And I use the pieces to fuel my lust

And I use my lust to feel free
Antonio Machado
Está la plaza sombría;
muere el día.
Suenan lejos las campanas.
    De balcones y ventanas
se iluminan las vidrieras,
con reflejos mortecinos,
como huesos blanquecinos
y borrosas calaveras.
    En toda la tarde brilla
una luz de pesadilla.
Está el sol en el ocaso.
Suena el eco de mi paso.
    -¿Eres tú?  Ya te esperaba...
-No eras tú a quien yo buscaba.
Hanging on old bones
I'm parchment skin
my story tattooed
litanies of my sin.
I rattle when I breathe
and forget most things
except my lovers and
my wedding rings.
You were teaching me
for years
how worthless
I were

Now I walk around the world
my own lessons
of love
and forgiveness
The day came when my pen no longer
Wrote your name
Comes in many forms
You're still stuck on my fingertips
And leave your mark on everything I touch
Maybe it's time to wash you away.
Luna Maria
I did not write as much
not because I don't care or because
it did not have an impact on me

just because I've been escaping and avoiding
instead of writing and feeling.
distracting myself from the painful feeling in my chest
When I was younger, I was told not to feel
"You'll just get hurt"
I listened

But then I see these people
Laughing and living

I disobeyed and felt
I was alive

But I should have listened
Now I'm hurt
Now I'm broken
Now I'm -
We've been together for a really long time
You are the only person that is by my side
Every time I look you in the eyes
I always melt inside

They say that love loses over time
But with you, I feel
that my love grows stronger each time
You're the one that made my heart heal

I can't believe that after all this time
You are still mine
I always wish that we are together
Because you always make my world better

You always cast away the doubts over my head
You are like a *** of gold that never ends
Always positive and cheerful
Always clingy and playful

After all this time
I always feel nervous inside
I still love you all this time
I still want you to be mine
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it
Caitlyn Fletcher
I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me

Yesterday I cried to the moon
as she wiped my tears away
made my worries disappear
so I could sleep again.

Today I smile at the sun
and it shines back on me,
what a wonderful world
to be alive;
to be me.
i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much
self care is extremely important. most days I fight my depression by putting smiles onto others faces, but forgetting about my once bright smile.
Kalen Dion
you will rise from the ashes,
but the burning comes first.

For this part,
you must be brave.
taylor styles
you told me i was pretty,
but you said i looked prettier on my knees.
Obadiah Grey
I met my uncle Albert
down at asda, in aisle three;
he got there in his mazda,
jus' a smidgen after me,

said he'd traversed sainsburys,
tesco liddle n the spar,
but not one o' them flogged caviar
truffles or foie Gras.

He sidled past the pork pies
streaky bacon turkey thighs
a headin for the french fries
n forsaken knock down buys,

He shimmied 'round the ankle biters;
expectant mums to be,
popin pills for bloated ills
in the haberdashery.
Feel free to add a verse !!!!!
Covid 19

November 2019,
seeping in
Wuhan , China,
Around the Earth,
criss crossing.
Spreading fast, shaking us,
waging a cruel war at us.
Our human cells
fighting on and on,
some tragically
others triumphantly
with the help of our medical heroes.

That Disease
Can’t Own Victory Definitely!

Together, we’ll triumph!

Nadia Brouk
date of birth:
phone number:
emergency call:

nice to know you-
imagine this as the punch line to your crush
Theresa M Rose
The greatest pearls only come to be after the harshest irritants has placed itself into the clam's place for, way way too long.

They'll think, ' I am so wonderful being a pearl!'

When in fact...,
A pearl is merely a gravemarker of an irritant.
One wrong turn, a sudden misstep
Live and learn, or stumble on to His step.
Theres a fine line
between risk and reward,
When its my time?
What was it all for?
I'm not convinced, im on the right path
Every day's a struggle to give all that I have.
Im not saying im unhappy,
far from it.
I just don't know if Im happy,
with what im becoming..
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
she accepted people’s bad behavior,
because she thought,
they went through  difficult things.
yet, she invalidated her own feelings,
even if she knew what she went through.
“Little girls like you play dumb, but I know you’re not… You are just broken, waiting to be saved by a world that died a long time ago…”
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
"Why do you want to join?"
To lose weight.
To make friends.
To be popular.
"To run faster."

"What's your goal?"
To become prettier.
"To run faster."

"What are you struggling with?"
"To run faster."

"What do you need?"
"To run faster."
She was a thrifted sweater and denim and jersey knit sheets
Pizza breath and red wine and toothpaste
Alabaster skin and knotted hair and freckled shoulders
A tangible dream and my favorite good morning
She agreed to let me kiss her and I agreed to let her slip my shirt over my head before she became
Blood and tears
"I trusted you" and "I’m sorry"
Midnight poems and a drunk "I need you"
I’m afraid I loved you like the way I wrote
When I looked into your eyes I realized that sometimes forever can just be for one second
My entire life,
I have been waiting.
For years,
Almost two decades now
I have been waiting.
For the better parts.
For the “soon”.
For my life to begin.
I don’t feel like I have lived.
In the nearly twenty years
I have been alive
And breathing
I do not feel
In any of those years
That I have been alive.
I don’t feel like a single breath
That I have taken
Has been real.
I feel as if
All these years
I’ve been stuck
Behind a window
Watching as my life unfolds
Before me.
I feel that
I have had
Zero control.
That I am in the backseat
Letting someone else drive.
That someone else,
Is writing on the pages
Of MY life.
But no more.
I will break that window,
I will take that wheel,
And I will write
My own pages.
My life has begun,
And now -
I’m in control.
Yesterday, April 8th, was my birthday. I wrote this poem two years ago, when I was 19 almost 20, and on my 22nd birthday I find that the website selected it as a daily and I have all these wonderful people saying wonderful things about my poetry. Thank you Hello Poetry, and thank you everyone else. This was the best birthday present I could have even gotten. (04/09/2021)
I was stuck in the bubble
I kept screaming at the people around me


they couldn’t hear or even see me
I was like the wind
invisible and quiet


I caused a tornado
joe machetto
an old woman
sweeping leaves
from her porch

winter's relentless
wind returning them
in nettled dusk
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