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Ellie Sutton
Only when
She wasn't enough
Did she realise
She would never be enough
And, for her,
That was quite enough.
Only LOVE can save Earth and all living creations upon it.

But to LOVE, one must first be loved. That is why it is imperative that the embryo must be loved. Then the infant, then the toddler, then the child, then the teenager, and so on.

If you have never been loved, or not enough, you will have problems, serious problems. But it is not too late to be loved.

I was not loved by my mom and dad. They had a terribly miserable marriage for 36 years. Neither was emotionally capable of loving me.

But our maid, Maggie Woods, bless her heart, loved me. Did I care that her skin was black? If you have a garden that is drying up, do you care if it rains?

Maggie loved me. She fixed me two poached eggs, grits (she grew up in southern Texas), and two slices of toasted wholewheat bread buttered every morning for years. She washed my clothes. If I needed a spanking, she spanked me. If I needed a hug, she hugged me. I could feel Maggie's LOVE.

My biological mother never entered my bedroom when I was in it. Maggie did.

I remember one incident in particular. I was a kid. I was sick in bed. I distinctly remember Maggie coming into my room with something to eat and a Squirt to drink. I had never drunk a Squirt before, but apparently Maggie loved it. (Maggie and Floyd, her husband, lived in our house in an apartment on the third floor.)  The Squirt unconsciously symbolized her LOVE for me.

In my early 30s, I entered psychotherapy with Dr. Patricia Norris at the famous Menninger Foundation. We used what I was to refer to as "unguided" imagery. (Most refer to this modality as guided imaginary,) I worked with Pat, as I came to call her, a long time.

In short, the way it worked was that as we sat in our chairs, we both closed our eyes and waited for something came into my mind, which I then would share with Pat. The long story was that Pat became my surrogate mother. We experienced many loving moments in our "unguided" imagery. The LOVE I felt from Pat, though through imagery, was real. I was finally and fully loved, and that made me who I am today.

Hate is not the opposite of love. it is the absence of love. Those who suffer from the paucity of LOVE unconsciously try to compensate for its dearth through becoming wealthy, then mega wealthy;  by garnering fame;  or by accruing power. None works.

But LOVE works. The more of it you share, the more you have to share.

Earth suffers so greatly from the lack of LOVE that it is dying. But even if one human being feels love, that love can spread like wildfire.

Let's hope the wildfire of LOVE spreads over Earth entirely and soon.

It is utterly plausible that it can happen.

It's only love
no reward required
Tell it like it is
this is your story
your life your truth
let them hear your heartbeat.
Thomas Burge
I haven't wrote in a while and my words fell silent
But the war in my head still remains violent
I've changed so much and come so a long way
Pushing through day by day
I've missed these poems, they kept me sane
These poems I write take away the pain
Smothered Divine
Unflawed minds seek a destiny no other mind can dream to crave for,
Understand things no other mind would bother learning.
These unflawed minds know no boundaries,
And by that law they are suppressed.

Suppressed minds dare to dream.

Mist rising from the plants
Down the spiral staircase she skipped
The lunelight made flesh

Another mini haiku from my diary.
Not 100% either but I'll get there.
Please stay safe all! 💜🙏
Much love,
Michael Angelo
I long for your voice.
You have yet not seen me at my worst
Nor have you seen me trying my best
You just met me seconds ago
And already termed me as a nuisance.
Seven Nielsen
Lift, and you soar,
scorn, and you lose,
cry. and you boar,
sing, and you choose,
good from the bad,
lark from the crow,
joy from the sad,
high from the low.
mother, mother
causing me shame
causing me blame
causing me hate

i just want to stay away
don't want to be near you, (no)
don't want you touch me (gross)
don't want you to love me

what love do you feel anyway
all you do is cause trouble
i try to get close, (you push me away)
in a way you don't know

i only want love (from the one who gives me the most pain)
your love isn't the same

his love is addicting, his love is uplifting, his love doesn't exist, his love is a lip sync (i only want his love)

[THIS LOVE is sickening, THIS LOVE is addicting, THIS LOVE gives me THE MOST PAIN]

[THIS LOVE is not seen, THIS LOVE is everlasting, THIS LOVE makes me insane]

i know it's not his love, i know it's not his love
it's my love, it's my love
it's not all your fault because, because
i've loved you ever since, it's my love

his love is my love, his love is my love
he doesn't love me, his love is my love
his love is my love, his love is my love
his love is my love, his love is my love

his love is addicting, his love is uplifting, his love doesn't exist, his love is a lip sync (i only want his love)
                              (i only want his love)
                              (i only want his love)
i only want his love 💔
are you really

or is it that your imagination
has taken the place of your true substance

to find you out
Lane Williams
Drink in this private pardon-
a pause, just before the dawn
a stage for darkness to reach its break.

Twirling, clutching skin-
a silent command for eyes to be resting open,
shared, steady, and still-
breath briefly unredeemed.
i can’t commit to anything
can i?

not people,
not plans,
not schedules,
nor times,
i can’t even do a daily write daily.
I write prose
poetry to
I'm a product of
poor upbringing
Reach the light
Look at stars,
They are so far
I catch a shooting star
to burn fire
in my heart.

I know what I want
In me, someone
tryna be number 1 #
be the only one
great as the sun.
I know it's so hard
a pillar wish to fly,
the winds wants to find
where it belongs.
Nothing will be wrong
to follow what we love
And I'll be strong
to reach the light.
I haven't written a poem for long time
in life there're a lot of things to carry and I was kinda confused.
They say,
It will remain just a dream,
A beautiful yet heartbreaking fantasy,
And it's impossible
for you to be with me;

Should I blame myself for falling in
an endless fancy reverie
my unfair destiny?

Not that I criticize my fortune,
For it has has given me a wonderful boon
even if I can't have it
My poetry would cherish it like
the gleaming full moon;

My love for you is like the cloudless sky
Crystal blue yet darkness behind,
nurturing millions of mysteries;

Tell me is it wrong to love you from this far
To make you the king of the kingdom in my heart?

Tell me is it illicit to nourish this impossible love
That became a shimmering part
of the new me?
Ankita Gupta
By design, you put roof over me
By nature, I need the sun
Mr Shankley
I kissed a girl with a broken smile;
nothing could come near.
She carved it with a pocket knife;
slit from ear to ear.
And she wears it like her favourite scarf;
it keeps her from the cold.
So I told her its only woven by
her enemies of old.
Jon York
Inside you

is where I want to



within the folds

of your mind


the sweet softness

of your soul,


as I release my love

deep within you.
                                     Jon York   2019.
looked for
love in
closed lips;
being deaf
to all the
rest calling
her name.

Why do we always love what we can’t have?... #D
Andrew Gomez
Be a sunflower.
Turn towards someone.
Help them.
Guide them.
Nurture them.
Your warm radiating energy will do.
Hug them.
For they need it.
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
Strange, the Hellopoetry computer demanded I put two stars on this poem to repost it to the front page... But it was worth it, it’s been on here for over a year now, I appreciate it Elliot.

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
Cesar Botetano
The truth
stream going upward to a blue mountain
impossible to conceive
impossible to reach
for this, almost all of us live behind masks that hide our essence
disguises that confuse and conceal
and finally make the truth unreachable
Dear me,
Don't just sit
Rise, and pursue greatness.

Don't just watch
Go after what you want.

Don't just exist
Strive and start living.

Don't just dream
Work hard and aim for success.

Don't get tired
Keep hiking until you get to the peak.
As the sun sets
The leaf sits up
Asking boldly
For the last light
This vulnerable leaf
Opens its heart
Instinctively surrendering
To love
Eloise Rose
Every flower I touch wilts
And decays
That is why I carry a bouquet
Of dead flowers
Because you cannot **** what is already dead
I am so sorry that I will break you but death follows me around
Aliza Jennifer
something i hate about myself
I am the deep, the sky in reverse
I have what you seek, for better or worse

I am the blue of infinite depth
I've swallowed the crews and cleared the decks

You are afraid or maybe intrigued
Of the place where you played and also was freed

Kiss me now like you did before
Give me your vow and the ocean is yours.
Time heals all wounds,
Unless you're dead,
Then time stops and heals nothing at all.

Memories are left stagnant,
Fading with the passing of each day,
Then time stops and the memories are gone
I know you.
Sometimes you say things, expecting that I won’t understand, and I think it’s strange because
I know you.
That’s what this is. I know you,
And I want you,
And I care about you
Don’t want no one else.
You might not know me,
The stanchions you use to prop yourself up eating all that I have fed you,
In the darkness,
In the night,
But I know you.
And I want you anyway.
drift lemons
on a beach of canters
for amber hyacinths
They’d waited too long to say

“I love you”.

3 words. 3 syllables.

Yet they held millions of emotions unspoken.

and now that they’d done it, they wouldn’t,
couldn’t, stop

they told each other all the time. In the end of the argument and before the good news.

In the middle of the storm, even though it was hard to see, and after, when the raging winds had settled on a breeze

before the rising sun turned the sky pretty colors and after it flickered out and faded away into the dark

Underneath the stars that their love had been etched into

There was no love until death for them. Because it would never stop. Their love was beyond. It rose above any border that would dare to try and stop it. There was no finish line

because they were each other’s end game.  
Crystal Freda
Why is poetry dying
when we still have the gift?
If we still have water
then we still have a ship.
We can sail to the places
these words take us.
We are still shaken
by the words that make us.
Why should we let poetry die
when there is so much to explore?
If only people read it
and discovered more.
I poured myself
inside your cup
pretended to be tea
your lips pursed to the rim
burning kiss
bile churns
you forgot
I'm made of sins
Caroline Ward
I said I'm sorry
I need some time
You said
That sounds
Just like goodbye
And I couldn't
Tell you
So goodbye
Was all it was.
Chani Goldstein
Although I have
Nothing to say
I still want
To sit quietly
By your side
And take in
Our love
Luna Maria
are the ink
for the pen
a poet uses
to write
- L.M.
Our Mother
With our care - we now cover

Rebuilding your soil
With intention and toil

We are sorry
To make you cry
And drain your rivers dry

Our Mother
We now strive
To help you to revive
That all can prosper
And survive

Thank you
For teaching us
That every drop of water
Every blade and leaf
Every creature
Makes a difference
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I've been studying Geology lately so I've been learning a lot about Mother Earth and her intricate workings.
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