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 277° 
Rain
It’s a city from the outside,
Shining on a hill
But from the inside looking out
It’s just another jail
It sometimes feels like the city walls are pressing in, suffocating me, but I can’t leave, at least not yet. Soon, though, I’ll be leaving; soon... I just have to remember to breathe long enough to get there.
 250° 
DElizabeth
I hoped I wouldn't see you
because I knew I'd have to ignore you...
 210° 
ultraviolet
I'm way past all of my mistakes,
And all the things that I was not.

I barely knew my self then,
What makes you think you do now?
 114° 
Yasin
Sometimes
poems
make
me
want
to
write
in
a
crowd
of
only
one
person.
 112° 
Alyssa
Is it soft, or bouncy? A disc or a balloon?

Crescent, cold, and planetary. I think I am the moon.
 101° 
Ashley Kay
Dawn rose as logging ceased
The hills of Tennessee now
Reticent and sloping

No longer would ridges yield
Wood for bridges to deserted
Towns and dried up springs
Ashleykay2021

Don’t give of your resources to maintain connections to dead places.
 96° 
A W Bullen
drank
too much
again last night,
bred fury
through the bars
and taverns...

fed,
the maddened
cannibal, on
vaticidal unions....


came around,
down early bells,
head, supercelled,
expedient..

could not
believe what lays
beneath the subways

of Jerusalem
working title
 72° 
Grace Summers
I was scrolling through the poems,
Trying to decipher what each one truly meant.
But then I ran into the comments section,
And the way everyone supports everyone,
Everyone defends everyone,
Made me feel that Hello Poetry is really a community of poets.

No matter how many worlds apart our views and opinions are,
We will always find common ground in the soothing world of poetry.
I don't think this one needs a note but it was really reassuring to see how some of you stood up for someone else, even if the person you're defending is an absolute stranger to you :)
Love the kindness and generosity here. It's one of the only reasons I rejoined Hello Poetry after almost two years. <3
 64° 
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)
you gave me a word to hold onto
it got me through the night
felt nice for a while
but we both know this isn't right
keeping your distance is a crime
I know this by the hurt in my chest
someone's placed you here in front of
me as a torturing test
you've put a gun to my head and I'm asking to die
for the sake of being dead
what I would do for you to crawl out of her
and into my bed
 54° 
japheth
if ever

you don’t

feel

like you have a home,

pull me close,

wrap your arms around me,

rest your head on my chest,

close your eyes,

and feel the warmth of the fireplace

resonating from within my heart.
 45° 
Grace Willow
Wrap me up in your words
Bury me in the warmth of you
Until I’m left with your scent for days
As I fall in love with you all over again
 43° 
ag
I broke too much
of myself
thinking someone
could fix me.

I should have not
turned myself
to pieces
in the first place.

Because no one
would ever keep
a broken mirror
in their pockets.
 40° 
DoloresDarlene
It's so late at night,
It's almost dawn,
Can I just stay,
And sit with you in the dark?

I envy your stories,
I wonder if you could share them,
Or should I just be quiet,
And slowly take a step back?

I always get so scared,
I hate to see you crying,
But guess this is what happens,
When it's late and your dreams are unwinding,

And there is nothing you can do about it.
 38° 
shana
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.
 31° 
Octavian Cocos
My body's made of dust and muddy earth
And yet my soul descended from the sky,
Love's been my mistress from my very birth
And I'll protect it always, till I die.
She's like a down that gathers in a pile,
Because she's sensitive and pure and light,
But if the wind starts blowing for a while,
Then she gets scared and suddenly takes flight.
On our Earth, love is a little shy,
People have lost their meaning and are bad,
They are attached only to things that lie,
Love for some time, and then they all get mad.
But I respect my mistress, she's sublime,
I'll be her slave until the end of time.
 31° 
Hailey
Forget Me Nots, so delicate and perfect with their beautiful shade of light blue. Mesmerizing the world with their Outer Worldly Hues.

As blue as the sky we admire up above, Standing for Remembrance of the people we care for and love, for the people we see around us each day, and for the people our subconscious minds hold in memories good or bad they are kept either way.
 29° 
Frank Ruland
we had forever
but i burned it away
we had each other
but you couldn't stay
we had our love
but we weren't okay
we had our moments
but i wasted each day
we had this thing
but i took it to play
we had something special
but i had nothing to say
so you took what we had
and left in the night
now all that i have
is what i had to pay
I'm sorry Christina
 28° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 27° 
Bellpepper
Just because the social media is silent,
doesn't mean you're safe.
Israel violated the ceasefire. Palestine is still suffering. The Genocide is still going on. The ethnic cleansing is still going on. The Israeli settlers and police/army are still beating up innocent Palestinians. Kids are still dying. Just because this isn't trending on Social Media doesn't mean we're done yet. Palestine...we're with you.
 23° 
J
Little did she know,
I love her
and the chaos
in her heart.
 21° 
JD
Maybe
instead of falling apart
we should try
tearing apart
this world
and set fire
to the ones
that burnt us
no more standing by in silence
 20° 
Traveler
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
.


Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
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
 19° 
Kyle Dal Santo
Beware the Quiet Ones.

The Quiet Ones are the Thinkers
The Quiet Ones are the Dreamers
They’re the heart seekers, thrill lovers, and love givers
They’re the heart breakers, story makers, and life changers
The best heroes, the worst villains, the most notorious saints and sinners
Their hearts and minds are largest of all (But they’ll never control them)

Beware the Quiet Ones, because it’s Always the Quiet Ones.

The Quiet Ones will always listen, even when you won’t do the same
They’ll break your comfort zone, just to make you comfortable
They’ll never ask for favors or a shoulder to cry on
But they will always be there, hanging on every word and tear
They’ll sell their souls to save yours, sacrifice their minds to break yours
They’re the strongest, and the most broken.

The Quiet Ones don’t like to harm you, because they know too well how it feels... but don’t you hurt them.
They’ll always forgive and never forget, and they know how to aim for the heart
All they know is the past, and vengeance is their greatest weapon.
That’s why it’s always the Quiet Ones.
Whether the key to your heart or your greatest fear? The Quiet Ones will find it – Beware the Quiet Ones.

The Quiet Ones are the first to stand up, and the last to point the finger
They’ll stand up for anything, because they have nothing to lose.
They are the champions of love and hate, and if you hate to love them, or love to hate them?
That was their plan all along.
Your deepest plots or darkest secrets? The Quiet Ones knew all along. They’re four steps ahead of you – Beware the Quiet Ones.

They’ll never put you down, but believe they know how, because the Quiet Ones see EVERYTHING
They know what you did, they heard what you said - they were there
Their depth knows no end, yet they’re so empty inside

Their curses bring power, their strengths bring weaknesses
They’ll control you, even when they can’t control themselves
That’s why it’s always the Quiet Ones

Beware the Quiet Ones.
Kyle D.
 19° 
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.
 19° 
Steve McNutt
W3
I Love You
. . . Because the sun shines.
. . . Because the birds sing.
. . . Because the flowers bloom.
. . . Because the poets muse.
For all these reasons, and more, I Love You.

I Love You
. . . When the winds blow.
. . . When the storms rage.
. . . When the snow falls.
. . . When the children play.
At all these times, and more, I Love You.

I Love You
. . . Where the sea meets the horizon.
. . . Where the eagle kisses the sky.
. . . Where the light meets the dark.
. . . Where angels fear to tread.
. . . Where infinity ends.
In all these places, and more, I Love You.


Because you are you . . .
Until the end of time is a distant memory . . .
Wherever my soul rests .   .
I Will Love You.
©2021, Steven S. McNutt
 18° 
misha
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
 17° 
Akta Agarwal
The Voice of my mind,
Is hard to find
Sometimes it's right
Or somrtimes
It's make us blind
and we started to write
About the fight
which is occurring between
Our heart and mind
And then
It's hard to find the difference
between truth and lie
But then the writing help us to be kind
And with this
the voice of mind
can bring the light
 17° 
q
i do not believe in god
but i do believe in poetry
and for me
maybe poetry is prayer
and the universe
is an unwavering ear
in the shape of a god
 17° 
emnabee
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.
 17° 
alupa
It was more like I was slowly sinking
deeper and deeper each day

You poured your love into me
And it drenched my heart
streamed through my veins
Soaking every single cell of my body
Leaking out of the pores of my skin
And dripping from my fingertips
To bleed into everything I touch

It flooded my chest
And filled up my lungs
Until it spilled out of my mouth
Trickling from my tongue
Saturating every single word I say

It flowed through every part of me
And eventually seeped into my bones
Making all that I am
Crave all that you are

I never fell in love with you
I drowned in it
 16° 
Rebecca
i've learned well
what it feels like
to be both happy and unhappy
in the very same moment
in the very same breath.

in this transience
in these heartbeats
comfort, joy
and despair
all become one in the same.
i'm never more happy
and more sad
all at once
as when I'm near you.
my dear sweet friend,
hug me again.
let me feel it all.
 16° 
Yonwato
If I die young, do not mourn me.
Throw me a party
Wear bright colours to my funeral,
Make it a festival.
The world was dark enough,
Make my exit bright.
 15° 
-df
you sit with me in my silence.
and that means more to me
than
roses and chocolate.
written by d.f.
instagram.com/daymarepoetry
 15° 
Jason Drury
If I gave you my soul,
would you read each page?
Scribble notes of interest
and know me.
Would you take the time,
to help tape the seams?
Would you mend,
the fragility of my soul?
It tears and rips,
easily, emotionally.
 15° 
jade
its never-ending torture.

you're in my dreams at night,
you've taken over my thoughts during the day,
i cant get a break.

but, maybe i dont want to
maybe, secretly, i like it.

maybe, just maybe,
im looking forward to it,
this never-ending torture.

it might not be so bad.
tysm for readinnnn<3333

(the title is a joke about the kit-kat slogan because it's "have a break, have a kit-kat"
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