Hello Poetry

300°

SøułSurvivør

Gist for the Mill

Let's get down to
The meaning of words

NOT SUPERFICIALITIES!

SoulSurvivor
2022
[10W]

It's easy to be glib.

250°

Lost Indeed

Get over with it

I am tired.
I just want want to watch TV.
And write poems.
I want to lay by the sea.
And love someone more than me.

I wanna cry.
But I have no tears.
I want to dance.
But I have no ears.

But then, you came along.
And I realized that we are both sinners of the same kind.
Singers to the same song.
Both are pieces of a broken mind.

163°

zahri

You love them more.

It's a quiet kind of suffering—
The sort that you need to tolerate,
because you fear abandonment and loneliness.
Sometimes there are glimpses of equality,
a deception by far.
You know you love them more.
More than they ever will.
What can you do about it?
It's not like you'll leave.
You crave their touch and their attention.
You fear showing your attachment.
You quietly die,
knowing you love them more.

125°

preservationman

JESUS DESCRIPTI0N

J - JEHOVAH JIREH

E - EXPLORE

S - SALVATION

U - UNITY

S - SAVIOR

99°

Left To Rot

Tired

I'm tired of saying:
"I'm tired."
Tired of sounding tired,
while looking exhausted.
I'm tired of being tired,
I want to write about something else
but when I scan my mind for topics
I realize I'm tired.

89°

William J Donovan

Faith

A leaf
floats onto a stone
that felt alone
and gave it belief
in a God's love
never seen
vast machine
from high above

57°

Alexandre

Crying in a storm

rain drops
falling from storm grey clouds
water pods breaking
on smooth cocoa skin
teardrops in a race with
the raindrops

50°

anna

cardi/o

to all my lovers,

please indemnify
the bits of myocardium
you borrowed from me.

you may return them to this address:

150 Mediastinum Lane
Thoracic Cavity, DNR

#love #heart #letter #poem #poetry #heartbroken #medical #follow

44°

Madds

Carousel ride is finished, please depart.

Merry-go-round?
No.
Merry-go-****-yourself.
It wasn’t a pleasant belly laugh joy ride
Like a 4 year old smiling on a rotating plastic pony.
It was a ******* wood chipper.
And you slowly fed me through.
A ******* whirlwind.
Where you pushed me in, limb by limb.
And I swear, before my head got forced in,
I swear for a second I saw you finally smile.
I could describe it like a horror movie villain,
Like some mythical demon,
But you were so much more terrifying.

Though, I fear you forgot how strong I am.
You were quick to believe you had me deep under your spells.
I don’t stay broken for long,
I reform stronger.

I’m not scared of you anymore,
So if you’re like Stephen king’s clown;
He who floats in the sewers,
You can no longer thrive and survive off my fear.
It’s dissipated.
Without a lifeline now, and soon you will die.

In reference to a poem my ex asked me to write called “merry-go-round” back in 2015.

42°

Brooklyn

Music

She keeps songs
locked away in boxes
like secrets.
She will take them out
like postcards
to help her remember
the feeling of
a different time,
a different person
by her side.
She likes the one
that makes her
eyes close
to see the lights.
She smiles at
the one that
makes her stand
up on tiptoes,
the one that
helps her forget
she doesn’t know
what to do
with her hands.

The tune
will carry her.

Like it did
the times when
voices broke
like a heart.
When instruments’ strings
would snap
and hurt.

#escapril #escapril2019

38°

Sarah

then I will sleep forever

our lips will never meet
nor our fingers intertwine
and so bless my dreams
for indulging what's not mine

#crush #unrequited #indulge #dreams #wish #love #heart #break #desire

35°

Mystic Ink Plus

True Color

Shade of them
Shade of me
And then
There
You're
For a reason

And less is more

Maybe
Just maybe
Where there
Is Art

You're

For all to see

Theme: Soul Feeds

#nepal #soulful #art #artist #color #expression #truecolor

30°

David Lessard

To an unread poet.

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)

27°

Haueru

A Long awaited Hello

It been awhile
I took some hits
Had some falls
A blunder really
I come to Terms I might be a failure
  Or it might be a rut
No I'm not sad can't say I'm happy either
For now I will take this first step
For I know myself
And with all the money you have you can't save you from yourself
That to me is my Wake up call
That I live with myself
As long as I
Try....

#freeverse #freedom #valor #newyear #thoughts #heartless #pain

26°

fika

Encapsulating

When she walks in the room
She commands attention
not purposely
Naturally
So strong

So encapsulating
In her presence

With
Beautiful blue eyes

25°

Hakikur Rahman

Truth Vs. Lies

Like it or not,
You have to tell the truth
because, believe it or not
truth, always prevails.

Lies, on the contrary
whatever one tries to make it strong-
it, certainly will fade away
along the way.

A truth never dies-
While, a lie will bring
thousands of more lies.

24°

Sydney Rose

11:11

my one wish is
to find someone
who sees the world
as beautiful as i do
with their mouth
preaching poetic beauty
as i have once did
to all the boys
i have loved

24°

m h John

narcissism

i spent my life trying to please
someone with a twisted disease
i broke myself down
and tucked my feelings away
to become the person
they wanted me to be
i let myself be watched
through the glass of a two sided mirror
of a sociopath
i wallowed my spirit away
and begged for acceptance
but there’s nothing in the world
that i could do
to let the narcissist know
that i am human too

the only thing that can please a narcissist is being miserable

#narcissistic #narcissism #acceptance #realize #human #sociopath

22°

Sharmila Juliet

She Is A Poem

She is a poem of his heart
He never disclosed
In front of anyone.

#she #poem #he #heart #never #disclosed #love

22°

Loser

Scars

Things wont be the same after this.
I know that they weren't for me.

It takes time for these things to heal,
and it leaves a nasty scar.

But it's a scar you wear with your family,
It's a scar that keeps you strong.

Know that the sadness is okay,
know that I am never far.

This one is for you. I hope you are doing okay... I really, really hope that you are holding on.

#sad #hurt #scar #love #life #death #hope

21°

DoloresDarlene

Went now Gone

Blue                      kept
Bridge                  locked
    Gray           came
Faith
Dust
Fence
Gone

20°

Ryan

seed

if you were a seed
would you really believe
as you emerged from the soil
the world would be at peace?

it's the uncertainty that we displease
and the scenarios we create leave
us at ease
but when our expectations aren't seen then
it seems
we've dreamed
too far too fast and now
disappointment runs free
that much we can see

and as i read this to you
the only thing that's true
is that you don't know the ending
but you're content in your head and

thus,

if you were a seed
your only guarantee
is existing as a seed
is all you are and all you can be
in the present

and that's alright

20°

heyo

There’s only so much a poem can solve

If you’re the one that’s so concerned about the world ending
Why are you trying so hard to bring it to it’s knees?

20°

Yemaya

The air is screaming

20°

Chloe

I’m so wet

It makes me sweaty
I’m so wet
I want to remember
But I forget

It makes me comfortable
Fills me with blissful ignorance
I don’t want to be
But I am and that’s okay

Is it raining?
Or did I do too much?
I want to remember
how to touch

It makes me remember
But I don’t want to this way
Nothing will ever
make it okay

It is hard to wake up
Because I don’t want to
if I cannot feel you
anymore

#sad #trauma

18°

Louisa Coller

Aries

You're dressed soft and warm,
You let out a smile around me,
It's all I need to see.

You'll speak about how you adore,
The pictures moving on the walls,
It's all I need to hear.

Your demeanor is tall and defensive,
But in similarity to one of a bear,
It's all I need to feel.

Sensations of water rushing through,
In a wonderful, melodic way,
It's all I need to smell.

The warmth you give when you cook,
The smell and tastes that excite me...
It's all I need to taste.

I yearn, so badly...
Is it too late for you to touch me?

18°

myidealartworld

Plead

Come on and tell me
Our love is infinity
Promise me, oh please

Haiku

18°

Justin S Wampler

Block

I've nothing
to say.

So I've gone and said it.

10w lazy

18°

Josh

Seasons Change

You were born near the warm ocean,
grew up around there,
With your clear acrylic smile
and sun-kissed blonde hair

I, the winter cold
More north than I can remember,
We met that day you visited,
a brisk chill, that December

We drank and danced,
while the years passed over
Argued and grew apart,
our greatest fears, now sober

My memories of you, once treasured
Now, faded
as sun deprived lands complain,
Forever, jaded

17°

gayatri

first date

l̸̨̨̟̤̥̱͆̇͋́̀̀͘͜ȩ̸̧̮̳̣̣̾͊̀͝s̵͕̈́́ş̵̢̠͓̩̈́͜ ̴̛͙̙̤̿̉w̸̰͕̜͔̼͑̆̑͘ö̸̧̟̗͚̘̠́̾r̷̺̮͉͐̓̈́̓̋̿̆͛͝d̷͔̅̏̆̊̚̕s̶̨̠̺͔͔̟̯̤͒́͒̌͊̋̐̂ͅͅ,̵̛̼̹̖̙̰̍̍͒ͅ ̴͚͕͔͎̤̜͋
̴͓͋́͑̅͒̊m̵̭̈́̋́͊̄͘o̸̮̫͇͉̍͛̇̅͂͒̑̕r̵̳̹͚̺͚̂̆͝ë̶͇̗̺̬͍̖́́ͅ ̵̘̙̣͉̏̇̂̏͐͑͑ͅs̵̲͔͛͋̈́̾̉̊̏͛̓͆k̴̯̳̞̪͕͂̆̌̈́͘͝͠ͅì̸̧̢͈͖̖̠͉̖̫̐͗̃̏̿͑ͅn̴̘͍̤̳͓̙̲͍͕͋,̷̲͈͆̈̈́̂̑̓ ̸̭̩̭̲͐̆͊̓̑͌͜
̸̡͍̬̺̬̜̙́̈́̈́͝m̸̛̥̳͛̃͝o̶͓̔̏͗͋̄͌̓͝r̸̯͉̤̣̠̗͚̜̬͂͜e̶̛͇̩̯͔͓͕̹̝̼̓̐̄͊̌̃̈́ ̷͕̾s̴̨̮̰̠̦̞̖̬̤̪̅̏̿̾į̶͚͓̈̎̋̄̀͂̓̇͝l̸̡̹̯͑̓̐͊̈́͆́͌̚͝e̵͖̰͑̎̿͒̒͠͝n̸̨̛̫̹͍̑̋́̚͝c̵̛̳̤̻̞̠̲͎̖̯̓̎͌͝ē̶͇̟̦͖,̸̧̘̦͔͔͚̙̼̳̤̿͂͘͘ ̶̻̘̼̞͗́̍͋͠͝͠
̵̙̜̀m̸̝͒͒͐́̔̉̎́͌ͅo̸͕̙͕̭̮̟̱̠̒̆͌͗͗͆̕̕r̷̹͎̈ẻ̶͇̜̮̦͒͌̊̾ ̶̖͍̪̩̪̥̺̾̏̐̿̈s̷̡̼̲̈́ͅͅi̷̗̇̃̀͌̓̉̃͝n̶͕̐̓͆́̄.̶̧̖͈̮̲̲̺̜̦̈̄͐̎̔̆͠͝ͅ

take me out.

17°

Sarita Aditya Verma

And someday

And someday
You’ll know
That you never knew

And someday
You will do
That you never did

And someday
You will say
That you never said before

And someday you have
To let it all go
That you always held close

And someday
You have to leave for forever
But today, you live, as you should

And someday
Someone will believe
As you did

And someday
Bad gateway
Will vanish
As it should

17°

Ariana Bagley

A Reverse Poem

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.

16°

haysia

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."

Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.

#love #yourself

15°

Max

Falling

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

What's the difference?

#love #falling #apart #him #her #he #she #begin #short

15°

emnabee

The secret life of poets

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.

#secret #life #poets

15°

misha

drunk on you

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

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

#hearts #mind #soul #girl #lonely #heartbroken #love #drunk #tears #cry

15°

Timothy

Untitled

I spend my life not writing poems
but sometimes the right words find me