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There are tragedies throughout the ages.
The adage is what comes goes.  God knows
this is true. But don't be blue,
because love is right around the corner;  
just take the turn. If you are burned,
love will be your salve. Blue skies
will stop your crying, dying
in your hugs and laughter.
After a few moments, you'll forget
your sorrows. Tomorrow is another day.
Come to me, my love. You are the dove
that flies in my heart. Hold me close.
Never let me go. I love you so.

Andrew Gomez
You asked me to hold you.
I held you.
You asked me love you.
I loved you.
You asked if I would leave you.
I said never.
You cried for me.
I cried for you.
Yet our words meant different meanings.
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
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)
I read to forget
But I never
Forget what I read
Poetry Art
just like water
you wash away those tears
and i drown into you constantly
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)
If I die today
Not much in the world would change
A clump of cells gone,
Dreams extinguished, Love dissolved
Bookshelves left to rot.
Loved ones crying will move on
God knows where I'd be
Might as well take it easy
Enjoy what's left of my time
Mas Tayne
Jeunesse due-per
Darons absents
Youtubeurs, influenceurs, et autres insectes omniprésents
Sur la toile

Ma3andek faites des maths !
Ne croyez pas les grands savants
Qui mettent l'art et la science sur le même plan...
C'est plus facile d'être scientifique puis poète
Que de parcourir — que dis-je, gravir ! — le chemin inverse
Joe Quaale
We travel to so many places. even now We're somewhere else. Time replaces another day with it's life every time it goes bye. Our energy is always connected Wherever you are it's connected to me And I'm connected to you. We have to share our Energy or Or I won't be able to reach you Over there From over here. Slow down the moment You're in, Free yourself from the tick Of the clock. Then take the hands And make them stop, So you have a moment to talk to the clock before you get caught by the tick That never stops!
Tik tok Says the clock
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.
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
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.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
Rich Hues
Knew this bird
Who could talk'n'talk,
She could've talked for England
If talk were a sport,
But now she's quiet
An' just stands
At the sink
Washin' 'er 'ands.
Met this cute guy late last night
And I was just   f    
                                a   l   l  
                                              i  n  g
I looked in his eyes
I knew he was  f  
                              a  l  l
                  ­                       i  n  g
I didn't know his name
But I could tell he wanted a taste

So hello pretty boy
Where did you come from?
Hello pretty boy
Do you want some of me?
Hello pretty boy
I can't deny that I want y
                   ­                       u
And you can't lie that you want m
So hello pretty boy
met this cute guy at work yesterday!!! ahh he was soo cutee!!! I couldn't stop looking at him and he couldn't stop looking at me!! I'm in loovve! now i cant get him out of my head! lol
I am as far as your guess
my presence is in where you look
even if I seem to be a point

all my weight is in your heart
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
Love was a silvered mirror, unknown
its own face
overlaid with the life’s dusty grace

holding a flowering arabesque in a tempestuous rain
another heart came to life in spite of pain

did you hear its music?

iron ore thuds
on these stones, longing for storm
in a searing flash to be reborn.
I was that dying seedling in the desert
Revived by the beautiful gift of rain
The rain was the effect of you on me
When I was in pain.

Well, times have changed.
An oasis has bloomed, no dark sky looms
But one thing still remains the same
The droplets of rain, which remind me of you.
Tell me what to say
When there is nothing
To say

I am sick
I wish I had the answers
Actions speak louder
Than any words I could ever

I am a monster
A monster
A monster
Kyle Dal Santo
It's okay, I'm suppose to look like Hell,
been sweating out this poison for a couple days
but I have to fight these Phantoms
I'm tired of waking up in pain
Sick of not knowing who I am
I've been here far too many times
running in circles for far too many years
running from every single tear
But I shall run no more.
And if I must, only towards it, not from
No more confessions, only promises
No more apologies, only solutions
no more excuses, only me.
I know, I know, I know
I've said this all before
again, and again,
My empty pledges never get old
only my body and soul do
But don't give up on me
I've been through worse, you know
somehow, I'm still here
and that means something to me
there's something left for me to do
and I need you to be here to see it
So I'll take it slow
Day by day
One breath,
One prayer at a time,
learn from my mistakes,
learn from your lessons,
I know this ride ain't over yet
and so much is left to learn from
But we're getting there
we're moving forward
one day at a time
one right at a time
I'm not where I thought I'd be
It's not where you should be
But it's a step in the right direction
And I don't have to tell you,
That's a better place than I've been in years.
Kyle D.
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
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
we are but the sand and the ocean.
you are the sand
warm, fine, comforting, golden
people always seem
to walk all over you,
but not me
for I am the ocean
deep, brave, pure, peaceful
and I try so hard to get to you
but every time I push myself
I always end up trickling back to where I belong
it's not fair
I want to belong to you

Bryan Lunsford
I wrote a letter,
And called her earlier this afternoon,

With so much building pressure,
I dread what I'm about to do,

Yet, I know she deserves better,
And that's something I can't dispute,

Because no matter how long we're together,
I know she'll never be you
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i wish i knew
that it would hurt
would still do it
would just prepare myself first
Check message
Check message
Check message
Send message

When did relationships
Get defined
By a read receipt?
Will we
Only measure intimacy
By a tweet?

What do we have left,
Why can’t we
Go back
To laughter
In a diner seat
Max Vale
We grew up on the same street,
We blew dandelions into the sky.
We chucked shells into the blue sea,
Wondering what it would be like.

To grow older.

I came back to the same street,
It's not the same without you.
I can still hear the sound of your feet,
I can hear mine too.

Wish we didn't have to grow older.
So deep
rips through
the deep
don't stop
drown me in your
please **** me
Sometimes looks can ****
The truth lies in the dirt
Feathers sifting brown flour
Sunlight prisms dancing
And I let you

New green, her ritual comforts
While I lie contorted beneath you
The scent of wet soil
And I let you

The ****** bud reclaims her power
Rhythmic earth turn, turn
Spring, thy mirror of veracity
And I let you

Blinded by a heart grown
Veiled in misty mornings
The great lie, just out of sight
And I let you

Out of a hard rain now
No death by my hand
Nature continues her march
And I let you
Relationship betrayal and the comfort of nature's consistency
Salmabanu Hatim
Mink coat,
I can buy myself,
Credit Card
Joe Marcello
I really don't like going to bed at night
My mind gets going around midday
I kinda like being a night owl
I never cared for worms anyway
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
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 stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
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.
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.
Maria Mitea
our dying kiss
two babies were born
with flying wings
I know,
It is hard to believe! BUT
There is always a higher power that takes care of yourself.
(I also tell this to myself every day when I pray)
When I talk to you,
the world around us
just stops
it stops spinning,
people stop moving,
and it’s just you and me

all I see is you,
all my troubles
and worries are left behind

because in this time
all that matters is you.
joe machetto
you were the
of 42nd street
and all the dead
came to see you

a gift wrapped rose
for their darkness

spending yourself
in the vacant lots
of their lives

your lucent red spark
their lipstick kiss

in the flickering
theater light
You are the picture that paints 998 words because ‘I’m sorry’ just isn’t in your vocabulary
I dont even know dude
Keep quiet,
Silence is your friend
And so am I.

Don’t listen to them,
They’re trying to stop you.
You’ll see this through.
That’s the one thing I’m sure you’ll do.

So shut up
And drive.
Only when far away,
Will you begin to thrive.
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