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 1150° 
Lady Ravenhill
Indigo Feathers
Tucked in peony petals
Foretell lovely doom
© LadyRavenhill 2018
Haiku 49
 580° 
Dan Beyer
Worry worry worry
worry yourself away
away from this moment
that might have been peaceful
lean into the fears
make believe's lethal
blind yourself of the feast before your eyes
give into the faux let anxiety rise.
The goal is to catch myself before I get to this state.
 428° 
See-Ted
With the world as your
muse
Your thirst grows for beautiful
views
That will take you to faraway
places
Like into rare alpine air
Which will entail a climbing
thrill
But that caused your unfortunate
spill
Now in this incapacitated
state
You have your toil with a painful heal
And you have to beg the world to
wait
But the world will watch with endless eyes
As we have to laugh at our eventual demise
 378° 
Olivia Ventura
Why should a sun dictate
What we see and what we don’t?
Are we that insecure
That we have to pay
For our passion
To be seen?
In all honesty I don’t think we should have suns on HelloPoetry. They highlight and promote poems just because people pay for it. I’ve never used a sun before, and I feel dirty even doing this, but I wanted to protest it by using it against itself. What are your thoughts?
 289° 
Lynette
What are words, but a tool of gold
Unburnished gems to discover and hone
Words to me are windows to the soul
A heart with no words is a fisherman with no pole

My words have feeling, and meaning, and thought
Complete sentences, punctuation, carefully wrought
Edited and curated like I was taught in school, to package my message like a precious jewel.

But the culture at large has no time for my words,
No patience for complex thought
A sentence longer than five words is glossed over and then the message is lost

How do I take all that I see, hear, smell, taste, and feel
And put it into five short words
So that the masses can hear?

I feel a burden at work everyday
When i have to communicate or have something to say

I always thought this was the right way.
Maybe that was just from a time long passed away.

Those who read, write, think and appreciate the beauty of language are a dying breed

And my heart bleeds for our precious Words
 269° 
Adam Holmstrom
wow
I was always lost.
I think I may be found, now
or at least I know you're out there
looking for me.
I'm someone to look for now.
 268° 
Hannah Black
she screams, “show me your beast!”
but I keep it contained
she says, “bring me your darkness.”
but I’m too scared
she asks, “may I see your scars?”
but they stay hidden

cause what if when you tear me apart
I can’t be put back together
what if you decide
I’m not worthy of being fixed?
I think the only thing that could deepen my hurt
would be your rejection
So please.
don’t unravel me.
 257° 
Carter Ginter
Waking up to a heavy chest
My body begging me to sleep again
And my anxiety begins the second I realize I'm alive
I'm trying to learn to function
With all of this negative energy inside me
I know it'll pass and
I know it'll get better
But right now it hurts
I feel unloved
Unloveable
I feel lost inside myself
A place I can't stay too long
Before I lose my mind
I can tell myself I'm worth it and
That my worth isn't defined by others
And it works for a bit
Until something else comes up and
My heart loses its energy
And I either feel like giving up
Or ready to fight everyone
 250° 
Brandon Conway

1.
The wave of morality ends where the
                                    sands of conscience begin
The weight of thy pleasures ebb within
Thou left for a jubilant spring vacation
                                    I ventured for a new sensation
Deep in those doleful dens
                                     I a pig, wallowed in a sty of sins
Each pleasure a fledgling albatross
Each chance a tiger to satiate
Each night a new place dossed
                                      down depravity
A new threshold crossed
                                      strong winds to the frozen lake of
                                                                ­   treachery                                    
Now my skull has been hollowed out
                                            by fatten maggots of the conscience


2.
A cynic once said
"One goes to bed early because they have so little to think about"
I haven't slept
                                the echos have kept
                                                            ­                my eyes have wept
Now I wade in that low tide with boots of iron
              How far do I walk
One more step to feel relief
              How far do I sink

A bloated corpse decorating coral reef
 250° 
Alex B
And if you ask me
what the worst part
of a depressive episode is
It’s the during yes
but it’s the after
that follows you around
No matter how good you are
at compartmentalization
or pretending
it never happened

The aftermath of the storm
Is what stays with you
It’s diverting questions
and avoiding talking about
those missing periods of time
That’s what keeps you tethered
To the pieces of the past
that pose the biggest threat
The pieces you are skilled at
helping people forget
 230° 
Rizna M Rameez
If you read this book,
With care hand grown,
You'll delve into realm,
Not quite your own

But once you soon realize,
That in your hand, this golden prize,
Holds many a whiffs,
Of grand splendour
Something that allows you,
To easily endure,
Your life of hills, I know, I'm sure,
This poet plays, with words of cure

So don't forget, what you beget,
Is silk of many intricate threads
Spin with heart,
I must say, for my part
And you, your part, in reading the art
Decide, decide, which shall you side,
A boring nook book, or the life of a child?
13.11.2017
Written as an introduction to my poem book 'The Poetic Diary of a Fourteen year old Rizna M Rameez'
Dreams long gone now.
I hope it heals the wounds of your life, or at least make it easier to bear them.
 208° 
Vexren4000
Children loosing parents,
Parents loosing children,
A world of dog eat dog,
And man has never left this rule,
Even if we left the woods, plains and jungle,
We never left our animal side behind.
 198° 
Nishu Mathur
The sea is still today
It's cerulean blue and gold
I think of the thoughts it carries
Within its hidden folds.
It's  touch is soft and gentle
It soothes the ache of years
And I wonder how many waves
Are made from fallen tears.
Dear everyone,

This is such a surprise! Thank you all for your likes, loves and responses. I have not been very active on Hello Poetry, but will get back in action soon. So much appreciated. Thank you Hello Poetry for selecting this as a daily. Thank you so much my friends and fellow poets for taking the time to read this poem of mine. It means the world to me.  Love to everyone xx
 188° 
em
11:18 pm.
i sit alone with the computer light
illuminating my face
in a dark room
alone with a temporary distraction

11:52 pm.
by now my computer has died
my thoughts screaming
and somehow always
drifting all the way back to you

12:39 am.
my soul aches
you hurt me
but you're all i have
please don't leave

11:18 pm.
this hasn't happened yet
i need you to leave my thoughts
but i need you here
before i lose myself in you
i'm so tired and i don't know what this is
 164° 
Kayla universe
Suffer
            In
                Silence.

                  
    
                               That’s
                     What
          Dying
     Is
All
     About .
              



     My suicide note.
 157° 
Amanda
Unexpectedly, my ship started to sink,
Sea pushing from all sides,
I didn't care until it was too late,
Was always moving with the tides.

Wish I was a good swimmer,
Not herded around by the moon,
A mess, drowning in my muddy flaws,
Fear I'll be at the bottom of the ocean soon.

My family threw a lifevest,
No longer have strength to hold on,
Will I completely lose myself at sea?
Where has happiness gone?
It ends abruptly but i like it still
 145° 
Aryan
How do i spend my nights..
I do not sleep
I do not write
I do not eat.. well.. almost

Lying there on my bed,
Feeling  confusion , chasing wishful dreams
Dreams i am missing out on, as i follow another

Absorbing information.
Wishing to know it all,
Aspiring to lick it all,
Intending to devour it all.

Staying up, trying to beat that constant ticking.
Hours go by in this delusion...

OH! Its 2 A.M
This is how it begins
Staying up trying to hoard it all,
useful, useless alike.

Like a dog on a treat.
Not caring what it eats.
Not caring what it spills
It satiates its hunger.
But mine only perpetuates itself
The more i chew, the more i swallow.

AH! its 3 A.M
Minutes passing by now, feeling this
comforting exhaustion.
Thanks to this hand crafted insomnia
I flick through these websites like chapters in a book.

Internet is my haunt
In these wee hours
For i got addicted to it,
Before i could grab a novel.

Fuck! It's 5 again
I steal quick gazes from my screen
Watching the darkness grow dim.
Time to wrap it up,
And rid you of this rant.
Another night well wasted,
I guess, i'll just fap and pant.

Will get ready to commit this mistake again,
For now, I try to cup those dreams back in again.
Dramatic representation how I spend my nights. :P
 139° 
Yasin
simple life
reaping crops
through the  sprouting shadow
pay attention
death's always around
a little unconscious blink is enough
shadow takes over
and welcomes the little simple man
called death
dissolve into nothing
a soft sound noices
 133° 
Sajal Ahmed
Make me one day
All the insults
I will return the whole!
Kick on my stomach
Not Holding your hands
Make me small
Quarrel with me
Hold down the tie
And every slap
How did you give me
Just double it
Will explain everything!
You're in the woods
There will be defendants
That day I got shake
I am godly;
You will only be looking at
There will be no power and no power.
Remember it
I am yours Blessing
You will feel- I am cursing!
Because of you before
Sin will give you sickness.
You are the tree of Belittled
I'm hot summer summer
One day it will dry up
Summer keen heated!
I know one day
You come back
But I'm so
Think of it,
You do not know anymore!
I looked at the other side
Cigarette Puffed
I'm Saying,
"I have got little Busy;
Come on another day aunty! '
 118° 
anthony Brady
Tender gardener of my life – Thee:
You tore out every clawing weed
of rooted thoughts that troubled me,
cast all aside, of them I had no need.

You nurture fresh and scented herbs
bouquet garni, green and sweet,
shelter those that wind disturbs,
tending all in clogs or naked feet.

With love, You water seeds you set,
symbols of loved ones  far and near,
nurtured close -  so to beget,
new life - remembrance ever dear.

Butterflies betimes alight,
birds drop in from flight
to water dip. Silk webs are spun.
Drink Thee deep the nectar of the sun.

Bask now inspired among this
garden’s  joy  in  rainbow’s sight,
revel long in all its blossom’s bliss.
But, veil them, lest they pale by night.

Relax, rest and spend more time,
‘neath shade of this thy balcony.
Watch,  where  nasturniums climb,
'neath its cooling, precious canopy.

I will  gift mystic seeds for thee to grow,
watch thee plant them lovingly in a row,
these our hopes: talismans of thine to me,
twinned with promises of mine, pledged unto thee.

Together: we will tend them,
watch and help them grow.

TOBIAS
Gandalf's Garden existed in London in the 1960s - 1970s It was a place of - not exclusively - Hippie, New Age and Flower Power  adherents. I tasted some of its varied delights.
 110° 
Elliot Munro
In conclusion, you don’t want me.
The rest of this is wasted.
Worthless words,

Tasteless,
Useless in their
Needless,
Hopeless,
Pointlessly
Persistant tangents.
Get to the crux.

As beautiful as it was,

As much as this sucks,

A dream is all it could be

Because,

In conclusion, you don’t want me.
 108° 
Savannah Goddard
there is strength in unity
but all who were sane have fled the pack
 107° 
Valerie
art
in a world full of colour,
i am a blank canvas.
 100° 
alien 26
I saw her there beside the sea,
the way she laughed it at
like the sea spoke to her
as it washed the sand tickling her feet
she looked at me
not how most people look at each other
but with shy eyes
asking me to join her
I sat there beside her
she covered her hands with her long sleeved shirt
took my hand and put it against the wet sand

"the sea has felt every feeling there is to feel, give away the pain you've been forced to feel, it will sink it in away from you, wait for it," she said

I knew at that moment she was my destiny,
but is she real?
 93° 
Joseph Koch
Are you okay?
Give me the details,
And I'm so sorry,
We should catch up soon!

Rinse,
Repeat.

This future was chosen for me

I'm on my own again,
I take a deep breath,
Then I close my eyes,
And once they open,
Everyone has vanished

Exhale

I feel it.
I feel something...
Pity, for myself.

Days and weeks,
Weeks and months,
Months to years,

The sympathy is temporary
Your abandonment is cruel,
Once one ends up all alone,
Thoughts of forgiveness prove
That I am a fool.
The only person who's going to be there for you is yourself
sometimes i feel like i’m not strong enough to take on this life. it never stops. things are thrown at you non stop. you need to make decisions, even when you don’t know what to do. sometimes you don’t know what you want. other times you know what you want with the possibility of being wrong. it’s so difficult to relax your mind for one second. you have a constant feeling of racing thoughts. you want to make everyone happy. but you can’t. and for some reason it is so hard to do things to make yourself happy. you don’t feel like your good enough. you wonder how some people can say you are good enough for them, and wonder why the person you want to be good enough for expects more. you wonder why all of this is happening. what possible lesson is coming out of this. after everything you have been through, you want to be done. you want to find the one you will spend the rest of your life with, even at the young age you are at. not realistic but still possible. you want to be done with searching, you want to be done with having to heal. you sometimes just want to stop everything. or at least get one moment to have a blank mind and not have to think about anything at all. the bittersweet thing is, life does not stop for anybody.
 77° 
Kaze Poitier
Know that every coin has two sides
That behind the cover of every book lies a story
So for every deep and beautiful thought in my mind
Simultaneously a manifestation of debauchery is created
So disregard every pure image, intention, and desire my mind has used to guise itself.
There is no good in man
There is no innocence in my eyes
There is no flesh I do not crave to sink my teeth in.
Fallen Under The Moonlight
Foreword
 76° 
Britt Nichole
I hear you humming onto my collarbones when my fingertips graze your shoulders
Our goosebumps sing when they touch, and the song is a sensual one
We mix together and the universe tips into rhythm with our bodies
Back
Forth
Up
Down
Gravity loses itself in each sigh
Time turns over with each moan
We are gone in it all
You are always wanting more
You are always giving more  
Groaning
Pulling
Tugging
Filling my emptiness in a way that turns my heart outward
You feed the explosion swimming in my veins
Pull me closer.
I do
Two vessels morphing into two connected souls
Light up for me, baby.
Again and again
I do
The Sensual Series Three
 75° 
Zachary William
It is the silence
between strikes
of lightning
that gives
thunder any
real meaning
but that does not mean
you shouldn't speak
 70° 
kyss
that little red pill
I take every night
supposed to calm my racing thoughts
make the panic attacks subside
help me sleep that night
all it does is make me dizzy
my head still runs circles 'round me
over and over the thoughts repeat
as I count in my head to multiples of eight
counting and counting
checking my closet
just once more
endless cycle until I can't breathe
and I black out
 69° 
Aa Harvey
You and I - Us


I’m going to marry you someday real soon;
I’m going to take you around the world.
I’m going to show you Heaven beneath the Moon.
I am in love with You; I want you to always be My Girl.


We are going to fly so high!
That we will be as high as a kite,
Or a Condor flying out to catch a little sun.
Let us bask in the beautiful light.


Let us pray for some hope,
For a better tomorrow;
For a better day of sun,
To come out from underneath the clouds
And bring back the fun.


I want you to be happy always,
Because I love to see the smile on your face.
Every beautiful day, I awake to your grace.
I thank every God ever imagined, for the Heaven you portray.


So kiss me quickly, before I am gone.
I ran so easily, when I thought you were The One.
She’s never going to marry and be faithful to a loser like me;
So goodbye my love and hope; hello ‘So Called Easy Street’.


No love for me?  Then no reason to live.
No problem for me?  Then what’s the point in me playing?
Mr. and Mrs. to the Nth degree,
Decree this decision to allow you to be free,
Is far from folly to me.


So marry me and stay forever faithful to our love,
Then I will be your husband always
And then we can forever remain as You and I – Us.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
 68° 
Ilunga Mutombo
Tranquility equality
I pray this becomes my reality
 68° 
PoetryJournal
To
      be
            loved
                        is
                             simple,
                         ­    simply
                  begin
              to
     give  
love.
 67° 
Michele
You find humor in the darkest things,
But I can tell when you don't want me to see.
We are two little black birds, and you are so much larger than me.
You think your black hole has swallowed you whole,
You can't escape your role, you are part of my soul.

You teach me to keep flying,
Show me where the easiest path may be.
We have fallen to Hell--
Ah, no, actually... We are the Q U E E N S.

You've watched me all these years
And within those years never forgot me.
You've seemed so unchanging,
So strong, yeah, like black tea.
You give me a sturdy branch in which to always land.
You tell me there is nothing impossible,
If you'd be my sister... That'd be grand.

We are two little black birds trying to fly.
Life can be so unfair,
But you've taught me there's no law in the sky.
You fill me with everything I needed in a friend...
But still you know my worries that tell me it will end.
You take me to the top of a highest tree
And tell me candidly that I can just... Be.
Written for my very dear best friend who has supported me through so much these last couple months. I've known her for so long, but I am only just realizing how much I needed a friend like her over the years, but was never ready for it until now. Let's never drift apart again... Forgive me and stay with me forever? ♥
 65° 
April
With words, a war can be fought
or peace brought
With words, a heart can be healed
or shattered beyond repair
With words, inspiration can be cast around
or self-esteem, drowned
Words are magic and weapons;
they unite and divide
Though their creation is without cost,
yet their effect never is

Words tell me about you,
tell you about me
and us, about our world
My words are something that can stay with you even when I am gone.
Let my words affect you positively. :)
 65° 
Olivia Ventura
“I have stretched out my skin
I have worn my face out
This is the last day of my life
And the first day of hers

Everything I am and have been
Is now sewn into her lineage
Everything she will one day be
Has to be better than what I was

The pressure of creating a perfect home
Is the only thing that keeps me calm
The stresses of becoming a role model
Only make me try to be better

The reason I’m in this position
Is the reason I get out of bed everyday
This is the last day of my life
And the first day of hers”

- Who I strive to be when my time comes
 64° 
Ava Noelle
The person I am is not measured by the amount of love others have for me.
 64° 
Sean Achilleos
Mother nature is crying out
The ground is barren and cracked open like a festering wound
Too much innocent blood has been spilled by both beast and man
By our so called human race
Who has proven to be quite inhuman
We have filled your beautiful skies with pollution
Devastated the ground we walk on with explosives
Cut down the very trees that give us oxygen
While creatures both big and small are disappearing
The same way Love and brotherhood is becoming extinct
And animosity is available in abundance
As greed and the lust for money lingers on
We simply turn a blind eye
Therefore mother nature herself is retaliating against us
Revolted by our actions
We capture creatures from the sky and sea
And put them on display like puppets
Then charge mankind a fee to see
We have dug our own hole and made our own bed
For we have stripped mother nature of her beauty and crown
While radiation is all around
We hope to sleep safe and sound
Until one day a bell will ring and signal the end to this mess we're in
Then we will shout 'God forgive us for the fools we've been'
Written by Sean Achilleos 2016©
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 62° 
Maria Etre
Go ahead
undress your mind
my eyes
can't wait
to see ...
my skin
can't wait
to feel
and my
mind can't
wait to
play
 61° 
Lora Lee
Lick the words
from my lips
let them slide down
your throat
like fruited jewels,
   dark, hard candies
   that melt into cream
a healing liquid  
oozing into my
               ventricles,
pumping milky beats
out through
           your cells
permeating the deep
of my wild
  
My syllables will
   wrap themselves
      around your syntax
frothy hybrids
of buttered silk
                and irony
heart-to-heart
conversations that
flow into the ether,
as heaven's night
endlessly begins

We twirl our tongues
into guttural utterings,
lustful verse
that glides from
slick-fervored ice
to an outpour
                    of lava
We feed each other
dreams
our saliva like honey
dripping with dawn's
tender glow
as we open up
like baby birds,
begging to be nourished
at all costs

Here,
in this lingual forest
Your breath finds a home
on my tastebuds,
my tongue
in your
          cheek
            
In between the tumults
of our
exploding oceans
This
     is how we
  love
 59° 
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.

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