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 286° 
acacia
you get tall when you think of me
in yours arms
On and off, on and off
It lets out a dusty cough
Old and rusted
Been long since it was dusted
Working all night
It produces light
You're using it to its delight
You used to type on that light box
It's been long since you used him
Yet he refuses to grow dim
It sparks in delight
It won’t give up to this new fight
It shines bright tonight
~20/4/21
 210° 
Jonghwan Jeong
A flower tree
shivering from the cold

Can you give
Warm water.
 200° 
Jess
Can one utter another's truth? Can words really convey even the sense? These words will not satisfy the mind in it's quest. It burns in loops attempting to figure out something it wasn't designed to comprehend. Underneath these layers there is a feeling, that is where it speaks like prose.
Apr. 19, 2021
 190° 
Israa Sheikh
I smile in,to let you be happy,
While I suffer the sorrow...
I make you feel full when I'm torn into half, when I'm internally hollow...
I let you shine all bright,
and try to light up myself with your brightness, from a smoke turning into a shadow...
Am I visibly invisible?
 182° 
Clarkia
I feel you
Missing me
Are you?
It's okay
The question is rhetorical
You don't have to answer
 132° 
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)
 78° 
eez
If the darkness ever overwhelmed
my wavering resistance,
tell the tale of a knight
who fought the abyss
under the brightest skies.
depression is getting worse
 77° 
Gods1son
It's established that, to err is human
to ask for forgiveness is humility
to forgive is divinity in humanity.

When you err and you say sorry
You ought to mean it, because
the true value of what you say, is
your intention
Saying what you don't mean can
also be called deception
To say it and to mean it, is to try
to not want to repeat it (the error).
 65° 
Azaria
trouble in spirtuality
you have become abundant
masking from viruses
and breathing in your love
i hope it frees you
 61° 
Francie Lynch
The Little King,
Who ruled here for thirteen years,
Now reigns in the undiscovered country.
Restrictions keep him in the freezer,
Where he's
Lying in steak.
RIP with a little levity.
Kyan, the toy poodle, translates to "little king."
The "undiscovered country" is what Hamlet refers to as death.
 59° 
Eleventheshyone
The day came when my pen no longer
Wrote your name
Freedom
Comes in many forms
 56° 
Max Vale
I'm not alone.
The wind still laughs with me.
The sun still smiles at me.
The ocean still waves back at me.

The wind's laughing at me.
The sun's smiling not because of me.
The ocean is not waving at me.
I am alone.
The world's a cruel place
Sometimes even when you're with others you still feel alone.
 54° 
Grace
I am afraid of change -
it's so relative, so hard to prepare for.
I might like it better if it came less frequently,
if it waited just a day more so I could enjoy myself in the thicket of catkins.
Or gave me a notice so that I'd know it would be goodbye.

Spring comes again next year, I know this. But too fast we move on from the mourning of Winter. Slow your sunshine, pull the winds back, give me one last song of sorrow before you forget about her and move on.

Like we always do, always moving on, leaving it in the dust.
Take a breath first so I can at least let it go.
 53° 
Ana
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.
 49° 
Poolza
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 -
 43° 
helloitsyellow
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
 42° 
Caitlyn Fletcher
I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me
 40° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 38° 
Tanya


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.
 35° 
David Løkken
Have you ever felt the silence?
The silence that drags you down,
into to the dark void where everything feels... empty.

The emptiness makes you gasp for air and wish you could turn off your mind.
 34° 
taylor styles
you told me i was pretty,
but you said i looked prettier on my knees.
 34° 
Erika
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.
 30° 
Aparna
amaranthine horizon 
tranquil mauve undertones 
sombre coalescence
serenity
TIME, LOVE, MONEY, SHINE

Time
Fine
Mine
Dime

Time, for love,
Fine, for time,
Mine, you are fine,
A dime, to have you as mine,
A dime, to ear in your growth to shine,
Shine, as there is always a new tomorrow.

© By HF-Whisper
9/12/2020 22: 03PM
 26° 
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
 25° 
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
 25° 
Sophia
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
 24° 
Kirsty Taylor
Boil the kettle.
Look out the window,                                  
To a world full of golden hues.

Red, Orange, Beige,
The crisp sound of leaves crunching,
as you feel the frosty wind hits your face.

The cosy cream cardigan,
you bought at a car boot sale.
It has arrived,
the time of nights in by the fire.
Endless cups of tea and walks in the rain.
 24° 
Ashanti
Words can’t explain what my eyes have seen
The pain it holds
The tears it cried
One look in my eyes and you wouldn’t notice the pain nor the truth it hides
My eyes hold my secrets
 24° 
kmr
My entire life,
I have been waiting.
For years,
Almost two decades now
I have been waiting.
Waiting,
For the better parts.
Waiting,
For the “soon”.
Waiting,
For my life to begin.
Because,
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)
 23° 
Ashly Kocher
The day
You and Me
Became
We
Today is our 11 year wedding anniversary 💜
 23° 
Merope Angel
Gone are the ways of my past
Realizing reality doesn’t require me
Eating just to stay alive another day
As if that is worth my time
Taking every hit in stride
 22° 
Diana
You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.
 21° 
Chris
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.
Enjoy
 21° 
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
 21° 
Sarafina
He told me
"I will always smile  when I am with you"
 21° 
She Writes
Nothing is louder
Than silent tears
And 2 a.m. overthinking
 20° 
charles bateman
A memory on a soft still breeze travels through the tall pine trees, a whisper spoken in the dawning night. I long to feel your dark long hair the look you give when I catch you stare my love for you the only thing was right. I make this solemn holy vow to give my love to you right now, I will only take that which I give. The gentle waters calm your fears as I collect your coming tears with righteous prayers to help you really live. For you I've found a brand new love sent to me from God above amazing is this overwhelming gift. I beckon for a vow to you in all you'll ever say or do, each burden comes and I will gladly lift.
This poem was written with complete conviction as I now realize I lost my one true love due to my selfish lust Lori please forgive me.
 20° 
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
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