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Pop the cork, pour one
down the drain to symbolize
a new beginning.
it was the last time
you ever kissed me goodnight
the day the moon fell
Every second passing by
I die
trying to understand life
Not everything needs an answer.
t h e  p r e t t i e s t

f a c e s

h i d e

t h e  u g l i e s t

t r a c e s
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)
                          blood ribbons
                          in a
tree sap
               lemonade –
Andrew Gomez
“Hey. I know you don’t want me anymore but I just wanted to reach out to you.”
“It’s funny because I had a dream about you.”
“With us being together and what not.”
“You called me by my nickname.”
“Oh I missed that so much.”
You know what to do.
Don’t even try it.
It’s not worth it.
Words gave me bad dreams
Words made me
See ma I’ve made it!
closes down;
opens up

bleeding currency
Cutting as a form of self-harm is simply a physiological carrying out of the unrealized psychological metaphor of "opening up" (extrapolate in all directions of physical violence...)

You are not alone, You are not an island, You are Everything. Everything needs Everything else. Get help. You can do this.
know that its not really a bad thing to realize these things, rather than not realizing them ever.
The day came when my pen no longer
Wrote your name
Comes in many forms
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 -
a m a n d a
call it what you will
i know i can create life
with just this thought
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
Caitlyn Fletcher
I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
Eugenio Montale
Certo i gabbiani cantonali hanno atteso invano
le briciole di pane che io gettavo
sul tuo balcone perché tu sentissi
anche chiusa nel sonno le loro strida.

Oggi manchiamo all'appuntamento tutti e due
e il nostro breakfast gela fra cataste
per me di libri inutili e per te di reliquie
che non so: calendari, astucci, fiale e creme.

Stupefacente il tuo volto s'ostina ancora, stagliato
sui fondali di calce del mattino;
ma una vita senz'ali non lo raggiunge e il suo fuoco
soffocato è il bagliore dell'accendino.

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.
she accepted people’s bad behavior,
because she thought,
they went through  difficult things.
yet, she invalidated her own feelings,
even if she knew what she went through.
Se paraba
la rueda
de la noche...
                            Vagos ánjeles malvas
apagaban las verdes estrellas.

Una cinta tranquila
de suaves violetas
abrazaba amorosa
a la pálida tierra.

Suspiraban las flores al salir de su ensueño,
embriagando el rocío de esencias.

Y en la fresca orilla de helechos rosados,
como dos almas perlas,
descansaban dormidas
nuestras dos inocencias
-¡oh que abrazo tan blanco y tan puro!-
de retorno a las tierras eternas.
What do you do
when everything feels wrong,
when you can find no reason
to go on?
Everything is perspective and perception. A worthy reason to one is not that to some.
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.
taylor styles
you told me i was pretty,
but you said i looked prettier on my knees.
For the first time
in a long time
I can finally say
that I am
truly content
with my current
mental stability.
I'm gonna work at keeping it this way.
Draginja Knezi
I mean it
I'm in it
I'm initiating intrusive
I'm bruising

You are
You mean
You are a dream
I mean it
I'm in it
go, fool, be useless in your attempt to save yet another from the same demons that  plague your heart. failure is the expectation here, for it is you making such a feeble attempt.
Every table turns, every turn twists
the truths began to shatter
truths on which I would subsist

The truths I knew changed like the tide,
weighing down heavily in my gut,
they lie inside, mummified

Now I live, free as the flock
I swing through the stars, honor my scars
learning about myself and taking stock
I've walked and savoured
Seen the magic and ate the food
Sight and hearing may deceive
But taste, fragrance and touch
Directly speaks and to you alone
And by same measure I know
The liars, the blind, and the fools
For their fruits are without taste
Even as plastic fruits are for eyes only
Una dama una vez dijo,
si no sabes como domar demonios
no desates los mios.


A lady once said,
if you don't know how to tame demons
don't untie mine.

I hear this in Spanish and wanted to share it.
A few days ago I felt
I was at one

I don't really know why I was
all down in the dump

But now I took out the trash
without me in the bag

Cause I said and seen a lot
to know now what's good and
what not

So I was at 1 feeling like my life
was down
It took awhile but I am at a 10
and this time I will not give in

To the darkness with in me
you can't control  me
I am doing a lot better and I will not stop working on  myself and I will always try to help other. And that's just me.
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
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
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 Dear Poet
I’m sorry
for the little hidden things
I’m sorry
for the secrecy and shame
I’m sorry
for waking up too late
I’m sorry
for not prophesying the pain

I’m sorry
for this apology
I’m not sure how this can heal me
by hurting you with ‘sorry’ again
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)
death has entered my dreams again.
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
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.
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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