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Robert Rittel
Infinitely charming prosperities
shrine of spirits of all varieties
emerged before delusion
dispersed forms in all creation
queen of united world
whispers of eternity just told
inspirit generosity
your children in precocity
balanced right living
progress perception given
supreme affection love
humblest heart thereof
form and finitude
mother nature
Robert Gretczko
spring has a fragrance
and sultry pastel palette
to work its magic

flying things buzzing
and veridian bursting
lilting warming air

soon rabbits nibbling
with deer and turkeys trotting
through our back windows
taylor styles
you told me i was pretty,
but you said i looked prettier on my knees.
He taught me everything except how to move on
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)
Egø P r O f E T a
Poetry is Art
And art is War
Like Star Wars
as I go
Luke Skywalker
Han Solo
Beast mode Chewbacca
to harness the Chakra
Forerunner to the Next Generation
The Harbingers of Chaos
Tipping the Cow?
Milking the Zebra?
For it's the Black and White
Non-color coordinated
Reaccumulating the Mayhem
to spill gray blood
Stone cold colorblind Killas
Pumping the diesel
Yet the Crude Oil is looking
So Crude
Cruel fueled adrenaline
But there are no innocent people
Shades of Hate mixed with certain
Shades of Gray
But you can't throw shade or make
New Slaves
To furnish a Sequel
Cause we?
Be the shady babes of the New Age
Outlaws we the New Slaves
While collosal spectacular
Cause a spectacular Hazard
Jumping the Gun like a gang of
Regal Dukes of Hazards
Doing drive-bys riding fancy in their
Jet Black coupes
Unaccepting the Facts
Knowing we?
To be the leaders of the New School
Driving old school Cadillacs
We stay leaning back
With everyone of our hitters
Investigating through our
Spectacle Glasses
Now seeing the whole wide world
As a mess of Masses
As the old world Spectators speculate
Wearing skeptical glasses
( SMH )
We revert your assets back to ashes
Cause we're here to Incinerate
Degenerate and then
The present state of the
Believe it or not I wrote this 5yrs ago. But it is yet another one of those writes that seems to be perfectly fitting for today. And this has always been one of those writes not meant to anger or stir up violence within the people, but to stir up or reincarnate the minds of the people. So whatever your interpretation of this may be, keep in mind, that this is the art of poetry which is similarly to the art of war.
I’m more interested
In hearts love broke
Than hearts love healed
Call that skepticism
Or simple realism
I couldn’t care less
Till you know to love from to possess
Jehkaran Singh
There was some peace in silence
I saw a boat in the lake
it was pushing away thoughts of despondence
bet my brain wasn't awake...
I think about how love
was always the thing that did that -
smashed into you, left you raw.
The deeper you loved, the deeper it hurt.
fractals of hearts
shape it's temperament
beat to it's truth
you believe again
the story of you
The separation stretches for more than twenty hours,
I wait and wait and wait...
On the lonely station
For a train that gets canceled
After getting delayed for so long,

I yearn for the journey
The destination beguiles me,
So, if not by train
I'll cover the distance imagining
the time which tied us together like spokes of a wheel.

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.
Naveen Malhotra
You can experience God
You can't understand Him
Sermon by the enlightened
You experience heat
You don't understand it
You experience electric shock
You don't understand it
You lose loved one
You have experience of losing
But you don't understand it
You experience true love
You don't understand it
By experience you don't understand
By reason you do
Be enlightened to know it
They've experienced God
They don't understand Him!
i wonder why the moon is so beautiful?
i wonder who she shines for
Fragrant blossoms imbue
in a distillation of technicolor vision
across the dampened meadow,
awakening it from a winter repose.

Dew-tipped grass lightly bends
as a chilled breath swirls in the air.
Verdant landscape hues cover
faraway shadowed rolling hilltops.

A crispness in the surrounding signals
an embraced dusting of vapors,
following a light cloudburst above:
A sprinkling refresh for growth.

Spring has sprung.
Donall Dempsey
All that long hot summer through
I shared a summer cold with you

that seemed to last forever.

Whether, sharing the same germs, dreams,
bacteria or whatever

it seemed to bind us so...very close together.

If this was couldn't get no better.

And all my heart
could say

even to this

'Bless you...bless you...bless you.'
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
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.
Martin Boško
Hear the bells of Freedom sing
Promise of normalcy the ringing brings
Joyous people dance in the streets
This Sound of Joy is what the world needs
Written after the 2020 US election results
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)
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
i remember
your favorite
do you
my name?
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.
nothing compares to a breath of fresh air, although i can only feel it in dreams,
for my reality is filled with despair.
i wish i could see you
my love,
know you
my love,
but you too can only be found
while i wander the oniric expanses of my mind
as flimsy as the air i seek
and needed as such
forever out of reach and
never mine to keep
joe machetto
my Father sits
in a dark corner
of the room
and smiles

he tells me
the dead
know the stars

that I have paid
for my journey

and he has brought
flowers for my eyes
Now I have never kissed you before

But I have imagined it.
What it might feel like
Or what you might do

Some people say it’s magical
But do you think that’s true?

Because my Father says it’s like a raindrop,
Now I don’t understand that too

But he’s had a lot more experience than me
If I had to guess what he meant
I would say it’s soft,
And sends a chill down your spine,
Is a little uncomfortable at first
But in the end, it will be just fine.

If this is true, then it’s not how it feels that makes it magical
It’s the fact I’ll be doing it with you.
Free Verse
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
You don't know my rage,
Or my age.
My name
does not define my game.
U can't feel my pleasure,
Or know my pain.
Days I'm yin,
Night I'm yang.
Earth inflicts me,
But in space I reign.
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
before i die,
i want to
feel infinite
Kyrie Hajashi
Green violins and caramel wings
My heart shivers as the cricket call
For his love in midnight wings.

The cold moon sings a silver anthem
In tune with the cricket's howl
For his love who's writing this poem.
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
I cannot speak, I cannot hear
I shall not feel, and I do not think;

For I am a stone,
that is better to be thrown away
I just don't know the problem; Maybe right now, I am too desperate to be liked by people and fill that void of my unknown desires

I hate it.
when I die
do not burn me
or bury me inside the ground
instead cover me in ink
and surround me with papers

- a poet never dies
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
Her eyes lied today
no one could tell ...
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

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