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 1683° 
Linn Hernried
Queer is asking broken systems if everyone gets to breath again - now -
Queer is a broken system
Queer is every colour you ever seen and every sound you ever heard
Queer is movement moving like a river - calm
Queer is movement moving like a river - violent
Queer is home, un umbrella to make a home for many and few and everyone and no one
Queer is thoughts and bodies and *** and hands and hearts
Queer is the way I walk and sleep and love and work and write
Queer is my nose touching your nose
Queer is the kiss you give me on my cheek
Queer is the fear and the truth and it’s the fear of truth
Queer is more true then all the other ****
Queer is Crip and Femme and the Working class
Queer has many friends, queer loves and inspires and takes care of its friends
Queer becomes its friends. Invisible, beautiful and broken
Queer is pride for broken backs
Queer is when the broken they see is what makes you whole
Queer is queer is queer.
 573° 
Oliver H
i have this deeprooted fear
                        that someday it’ll stop
                 that everyone i love
          will tire of me
    and my constant state
                                         of falling apart

the fear tugs at my soul
           aches in my bones
      until i go numb
                   buried in the sheets with you
              desperate to make you stay
       it makes my hair stand up
  my stomach go sour

i want to run away
                            so bad it hurts
                    because i’ve learned
           to settle for a glass half empty
    to ruin good things
                                 before they ruin me

i’m playing a losing game
                                pretending this is viable
               wasting away just out of reach
                                                         out of touch
 446° 
CA Smith
Rope - 4 feet
Button up shirt, blue - 1
40 sheets paper -1
Box - 1
Pen - 1
Bottle of Brandy - 1
Big bag of dog food - 1
 318° 
Jenn
I smoked to fill my lungs
to **** the flowers that grew there
the ones you planted last december
 250° 
Lane O
Goldenrods and oak
Flecks of emerald and amber
Awake! vivid spring
a little haiku for spring
 219° 
Skyla
I’m somebody’s daughter

Made of sugar and gasoline
I wash away the filth until I bleed  
Desperate to be clean

I’m somebody’s daughter

A small and hungry crime scene
Made of guilt and strawberry cream
But I never cry in my dreams

I’m somebody’s daughter

Trying to become untaught
They love the sound of sorry
Even when they know I’m not
 210° 
Words' Worth
When I fell into depression
It felt as if I was being dragged
By a stone tied to my feet
Into an endless ocean
I guess I never learned to swim
Everyone got far ahead of me
At least I learned to float
To stay alive
 199° 
Luna Pan
you said you were an addict
i thought you are addicted to
joie de vivre, happiness or maybe smoking

you were an addict
but you were addicted to
sadness, drugs and pain

you were an addict
and i was ready to drown with you
untill you said you love drugs more than me
 181° 
clementine
i locked my
mind just to
forget you.

i caged my
heart for me
to be safe.

'cause i know
no one stays
just like you.
 96° 
Daniel
I have never thanked you,
for the conversations.

I have never thanked you,
for the smile.

I have never thanked you,
for asking me how i'm really doing.

I have never thanked you,
for staying alive.

Thank you,
thank you.
 91° 
c a r o l i n e
I’ll know its you, between two
I think that I, found the one
I’ll never ever replace you

Love so pure, Love so true
Swept by feet, found by chance
That’ll seal my love for you
 88° 
Bryn Kennell
If you take my heart
Please leave my lungs
For I will run
Till I'm out of breath
And can barely whisper
"Please love me"
 87° 
erin
what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists
 74° 
Anais Vionet
Which came first - kissing or fire?
Which came first - dance, or the language of love?
A look back at those romantic bronze men
Give Love Freely , Christ calls Us to Love Our Neighbor here.
Give Love Freely, For Christ calls Us to Love Our Brother too.
Give Love Freely , For Christ calls Us to Love Our Enemies too.
Give Love Freely, For Christ has Loved Us First then We Love Him.
Give Love Freely, For We are Called to spread the Gospel of Love.
Give Love Freely, By Loving Others First maybe then they Love you too.
Give Love Freely, Through doing this People shall see Christ within You.
Give Love Freely, Not the worldly type but Unconditional Love from God.
Give Love Freely, Live Your Life as a Servant for Christ Love Unconditional.
 54° 
renée
maybe I could drive away, drive my way
towards you
get past Tennessee
and through
watch the flowers die and bloom
maybe if I lose my mind—
come closer to the truth
maybe if I look for you
in mountains you’ll be carved into
them just the way
I always do—
you’re in my mind
you’re in my room
I see you in the phantom blue, I
fall I drown I look for you
I close my eyes, don’t wanna lose

I close my eyes;
the flowers bloom
The happy ones come to me
When I’m the most sad
My brain thinks it’s depression but it’s probably just an Artist fad.
 43° 
guy scutellaro
staring out the window,
I remember you as you were

a bird always in flight

a fist full of tomorrows
held in the palm of your hand

staring out the window at the pouring rain
the warmth of your hand
pinions of a dove's wing
your hand in mine

I will not see the shadow
under your smile


gathering all the light in a room
like a flower in the sun

I remember you as you were
 41° 
Jessica
I’m not a fan of the silence
Between the music notes
But I do respect the time it takes
To speak it’s musical mind
For goodness sakes;
If you must know
It’s because I intimately understand the experience of time
As I tenderly grow older
Kind of like
An oak tree growing then sprawling
Time may be a
darling serenade sung by
a devil in angels disguise
 40° 
Flower C
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
 37° 
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
 37° 
MichEllEmma
I’ve been closed off
But you’re chipping away at my wall
You continually impress me
You are simply amazing
Bringing me breakfast in bed
And consoling me when I’m too much in my head
Even after crying over another guy
You still want me by your side
I appreciate all of the things you do
Thank you for just being you
And for putting up with my weird and crazy...
I’m just full of life, maybe.
Written on July 13, 2020
 36° 
Han Drew
Sun
You we're my sunshine
But then I remembered that the sun doesn't just shine for one person.
 35° 
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 34° 
James
Honor thy self

And Fate shall evaporate like the morning dew

Do what thou wilt

And watch a useless world devoured by dreams

breathe deep and laugh

King of this universe

madly creating reality

Athena in the flesh

Eris and Eros hiding in her eyes  

The universe in her hips

thighs wrapped in budding vines

An interplay of allurements

her smile takes divine form

And melts like Dali's clocks

filled with chaos

And desire

laid out in rapture

A barrage of machine gun fire

Trench warfare of the soul

Split the atom

Ritualistic ******

arcane eroticism

an occult offering

Under full moon

innocent of heart and of mind
Very rough draft right now, still working on it, any feed back in comments, it seems to be turning into prose rather than poetry.
 33° 
Sally A Bayan
\|/...\/...\|/...\/...\|/

On this gift of space,
we maintain a garden
where grows many kinds of seeds,
some flourish...some die...some
are stunted...they just don't grow,

we do what we do best
in this garden
we try to be better,
even when on a standstill,
or when snugs pop up
and distract
we stray from focus...but,
try to get back on track
we...........persevere,
and along the way, we inspire,
and enhance others, too,

we're on the clouds when fruits
of our labor are appreciated
for, high up there is a temple
most of us aim to reach
...to experience some glory
.....to taste sweet water
from the fountain of fame,

but, its flow...dries bit by bit,
winds of change blow, to remind,
there are others, too, in the line,
waiting for their share of drink,
we move over...we give way...
but, we don't stop planting
we just lie low, at times, disappear,
then start down there........again,
like a newcomer........persevering,
aiming for the temple.......again,
not as eager as the first time,
....but, just savouring
the blissful feeling,
........when it comes...
::::::::::::::::


Sally
©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
July 11, 2020
(Already seven years last March,
  and still moving about, in this
  garden called Hello Poetry...where
  various kinds of poetry are posted,
  and the best poets, who're friends, too,  
have come and gone...come back, then
go again...there are those that are still here
...how i love and miss them all...)
 31° 
Flower C
You’re much like the rain,
You can be soft or heavy,
Or kind to my drought.
your presence
is all
i need.
 30° 
Brandon
If my fate is to love you
From a distance
Then I'll burn for you
Like a star in your night sky
Bright, steady, reliable
Unwavering
Until the end of time.
 28° 
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)
 28° 
pluto
and they never knew
they were lost stars,
building their empires
after many lost wars.
 28° 
Cesar
No gods, no fate,
not even yielding to chance
To live this one life
in full acceptance:

This will only happen once!

A stubborn strength
born of a conviction
That there is no soul
in need of absolution

That life is not made meaningful
by abstract metaphysical contortions
in favor of a jealous,
angry, cruel
deity
Purportedly in love with creation

Such is the choice of the humanist
in staunch opposition
to the zealot, the spiritualist
To stand on one's own feet
Acknowledging the grand mystery
Not willing to submit.
 28° 
Lesli Vallecillo
‪it’s unfair to process your trauma while having your significant other tag along bc
they.
     will.
          drain. comes a time where you have to pick up on signs that they are fighting the urge to run but won’t out of commitment to you. ‬
‪but if you love them you have to free them‬.
even when it tears at your heart and you beat yourself ruthless for not being perfect.
you.
     must.
          set.
              them.
                        ­                    FREE.
dedicated to the love of my life.
 27° 
REY
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
 27° 
Anubis
Unrest.

Can I bring him back by helping souls like his?

Can I help from the present?

Can he help from the past?

Who holds the key? He or I?
For Pluto
 26° 
kiran goswami
If you ask me what is more difficult,
'to love' or 'to hate'...

I might answer,
but you will hate me,
If I do.
 26° 
Godlink
Its hard to watch you leave,

but I am glad to see you happy,

even if its with someone else.
 25° 
Vani
you inhale tragedies
and exhale poetry
From where do you get your perseverance?
 25° 
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.
 25° 
Jack P
Have you ever liked someone so much you regret meeting them?
 24° 
Yvonne Canio
I look up the skies,
And I saw the clouds.
I look at your eyes,
It's not me you want around.

I felt the urge to apologize,
Cause its only now that I realized.
I'm sorry for the times you wasted on me,
Instead with the girl you like to be with.

As I walk away from you,
Please take it as goodbye...
I'm letting my love go,
to chase the girl he likes.
 23° 
Kathrine
At first I wanted to please you,
I gave in just to appease you.
But your requests were at my expense
And your complaints began to stretch.
It wasn’t just the things I did “wrong”
But who I am, and what I said
Then you changed what I had meant,
And put crazy worries in my head...
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