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The day came when my pen no longer
Wrote your name
Comes in many forms
Haddie Brenner
Black and white tomb.
Anamorphic face.
Indistinct frame.
Abandoned my womb.
Quit without a trace.
Leaving me in shame
Morgan Vail
I could feel the wine on its breath and
It was so

And her robe fell
Skin shining
Like an angel from on high

And my lungs burned my chest
My legs no longer supporting me
As if I had lost control
I clasped her hands in mine with pained breaths
And kissed it one last time

As long as I know
This loneliness won't worsen
It’s going to be okay
Pushkar Shandilya
She said,
Take care.
How shall I make her understand,
I have to take her care.
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)
Butch Decatoria
Lives through many doors,
Fill the rooms with memories.
Answer every knock

If Death is a door,
And Life was only a room,
Fear will paint it black.

One room to the next,
Leaving it all behind you.
For in death, New life.

Like walking on through
The door's a tunnel of light
Feels like coming Home.

(Rooms & Doors)
No Fear
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 -
Caitlyn Fletcher
I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me
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
i want to love you
like a lazy sunday morning
staying in bed
taking our time
sipping coffee
memorising every freckle
like the constellations in the sky
white sheets
and tangled limbs
with the scent of a memory
fresh on our lips.
swaying side to side
trapped in this lullaby
frozen in time

the winds are cold as ice
like the fog in the sky
with no end in sight

not feeling fine
but happy
to fly

in this melancholic
state of mind
taylor styles
you told me i was pretty,
but you said i looked prettier on my knees.

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 just stare at the screen
the screen itself
—not any of the contents on it—
just the screen
an object of fantasy and lust
which is quite a modern fetish
an all consuming love
took hold of the
his great admiration for self
was the everlasting

in front of the mirror he stood
kissing his own
whilst at it saying I'm so deserving
of my steadfast

yes he was absorbed
in a love profound of
this being the love he'd
keep fervently

no one else could love him
with such a richness of
cause he was unable to

the love he did bear inside
his overly indulgent
would never ever
be cleaved
Some people count calories
Or sodium and sugars
But I have nothing to count
Because I just
Don’t eat
I used to not eat at all
I’m doing better now
But I still feel really insecure whenever I eat
Michael Perry
SEA TIDES- a Haiku

as the sea tides change
the mind will set course, carried  
feel the ebb and flow

by Michael Perry
The words I could never say
Fall as silent tears now
By tomorrow theyll be forgotten
But I can only escape them for so long
he knows its wrong, and I cant stop him. Ive tried, and no one else will. No one else listens. And we're all going to suffer the consequences.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
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.
Do you ever stop and think
to admire the beauty of nature
Plants mimic the brightest colours,
their leaves perfectly positioned
They mirror shapes and movements,
dance under dappled sunlight
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
Idris Muntaqim
"The Glow" is a song that's performed by the late singer, Willie Hutch, which is a fact;
"The Glow" is from The Last Dragon soundtrack.

The Last Dragon is a 1985 martial arts movie;
"The Glow" is an awesome song and always will be.

Whenever I practice my jeet kune do techniques, I listen to "The Glow" on YouTube, which is true;
Listening to "The Glow" on YouTube is what anyone can do.

I listen to "The Glow" on YouTube everyday;
It's also an excellent song and that's all I have to say.
Ashly Kocher
The footprints you make in the sand may fade away but your invisible tracks ahead of you will pave the way... follow your intuition...
little things make you happy
little things make you fearless
and lead up to the big things
where you can be free
hoes mad 🤣💃👯‍♀️🕺💀💀
Fell asleep, sometime this afternoon,
Had a dream that brought back, many memories,
And made me feel warm inside.

Dreams of you in my bed,
Telling me words that were never said,
I hope you will tell me them soon.

Memories of the library,
Sharing my music with you,
Close to you, I felt so warm inside.

I never got to tell you,
Because I was conflicted inside,
But you made me feel happy, for once in my life.

A unreachable dream,
I had about you,
If only I had told you, that I wanted you.
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
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)
Its called falling in love, like an accident
As if something unplanned, that you cant understand
But I didn't fall in love with you, I never did
Because we walked into love, hand in hand
i will look at the stars
and be grateful
that you gave me
the space
to love them alone.
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
I'm sinking farther into the sea
Air cut off, unable to breathe

But it's not all too bad
The water's warm
and the fish look nice

It's a shame I can only see this
By myself
at the end.
lost cause
if i wrote my future
all would be changed
from the way i was raised
to the thoughts in my brain
if i wrote my future
no love would be lost
so i’d stand right beside you
no matter the cost
if i wrote my future
i’d bring nothing but peace
and save you from sorrow
and the darkness that creeps
if i wrote my future
you’d still be here
but you wrote my future
and i did nothing
but stare
a m a n d a
your name materialized
through sound waves
someone else's vocal chords
to my ears -
i could even feel everything connecting
an electric brain buzz from
ears to brain to eye to brain
to lips to brain to muscle to brain
to reset and reset and reset
and i did my absolute best
to take normal breathes

that particular sound
has no effect on me.
Shwetha sb
.....and they continue to dance in the beats of vibration...
A change in hearing...
This long life has been
informed by love.  We shared
each other Oh! for so
short a time.

Like fruit we hung onto
the sweet drops of new
nectar's night.
We peeled each other
to the pink skin of sighs.

It was a delicate scent
when blown into the
stars quiet Space.  We
sped into the walls of
destiny and crashed
in the pulp of sorrow.

But I miss you in this
orchard of dessicated

I am rawed by the thought
of you.

Caroline Shank
Bereft of love all my life,
Thought I would not need any.
Still, you entered my life,
And now I need you as my wife.
Proposals, you can get many,
Yet you say you will be my wife.
You scuttled my ship.
My HP Poem #1926
©Atul Kaushal
I still cringe when I meet someone with your name

Your name

Like the slowest poison
It never leaves me

Just slowly eats away

Ah your name

How I wish I could eradicate it from my soul
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
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