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 386° 
zz
You were teaching me
for years
how worthless
I were

Now I walk around the world
learning
my own lessons
of love
and forgiveness
 290° 
Siyana
“Little girls like you play dumb, but I know you’re not… You are just broken, waiting to be saved by a world that died a long time ago…”
 191° 
Obadiah Grey
I met my uncle Albert
down at asda, in aisle three;
he got there in his mazda,
jus' a smidgen after me,

said he'd traversed sainsburys,
tesco liddle n the spar,
but not one o' them flogged caviar
truffles or foie Gras.

He sidled past the pork pies
streaky bacon turkey thighs
a headin for the french fries
n forsaken knock down buys,

He shimmied 'round the ankle biters;
expectant mums to be,
popin pills for bloated ills
in the haberdashery.
Feel free to add a verse !!!!!
 170° 
Lani
"Why do you want to join?"
To lose weight.
To make friends.
To be popular.
"To run faster."

"What's your goal?"
To become prettier.
Thinner.
Better.
"To run faster."

"What are you struggling with?"
Weight.
Grades.
Everything.
"To run faster."

"What do you need?"
Help.
Support.
Someone.
"To run faster."
 135° 
Eshwara Prasad
I said "it's a big let down".

She said "it's a big let off".
 132° 
gracie
it was the last time
you ever kissed me goodnight
the day the moon fell
 129° 
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)
 74° 
Venga
I was stuck in the bubble
I kept screaming at the people around me

but

they couldn’t hear or even see me
I was like the wind
invisible and quiet

but

I caused a tornado
Running on cheetah heels
Breaking through the iron jungle
Knocking down enemies at dark gates
Knocking out enemies at dawn
In thunderous lightening
Bringing exploits in unusual glory
Harvesting beauty in transcendence
Taking spoils of gold in waterfalls
Taking spoils of silver in waterspouts
Sending waves of glory across clouds
In emerald of undulating golden hills.
 70° 
Rebecca
Some days I feel so deep,
Others I am numb.
I have felt so much
My heart is covered by  turtle shell.
I feel no more.

I have no more to share.
No truth to tell.
I stare blankly
When once I was amazed.
Now I am unmoved.

My turtle shell is heavy.
I rest with blank dreams.
Please reserve my place in life.
I'll be back with my shell
pushed back.
Just not this day.
 49° 
Nadia
Covid 19

November 2019,
seeping in
Wuhan , China,
Locally,
Nationally,
Internationally,
Globally,
Around the Earth,
criss crossing.
Spreading fast, shaking us,
insidiuously,
waging a cruel war at us.
Our human cells
fighting on and on,
some tragically
others triumphantly
with the help of our medical heroes.

That Disease
Can’t Own Victory Definitely!

Together, we’ll triumph!

Nadia Brouk
 47° 
Eleventheshyone
The day came when my pen no longer
Wrote your name
Freedom
Comes in many forms
 46° 
Raven Feels
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, just a magical night in October that I ache for:}


when the telephone rang and his pleas sang

when the station blurred and the tables turned and the light burst

when he ran for the chase never minding the haze of desperate achieve

when he begged for the day for my beloved stay in the seconds before leave

when he refused to leave in the fight of disbelief in the fear of a disappear

when the stairs he walks to embrace the lots that we missed along the nighty watch

when he saves the gush in a surrender to his touch and an affection to my feels


                                                                                         ------ravenfeels
 43° 
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 -
 39° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 39° 
nd
:
name:
age:
date of birth:
zodiac:
phone number:
emergency call:


nice to know you-
imagine this as the punch line to your crush
 38° 
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
 36° 
Jay M
I am not coal to be pressured
And form into a diamond
I am human,
Under enough crushing pressure
For ever so long
Never to let up
I will break
For I am flesh and bone
Not of rot and stone

If I am to break
My dear little bones
The pieces must be put back together
Held in tender care behind walls
Before they can heal again
To become stronger than before

So, mind the walls
For I am healing
They will come down when I am ready
When my bones have mended
Strengthened anew.

- Jay M
April 20th, 2021
Please don't break my walls yet- I'll take them down when I'm ready.
 36° 
Caitlyn Fletcher
I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me
वरदानों की राह मिलती
पीड़ाओं को सहकर
शलभ को मोक्ष मिलती
ज्वालाओं में जलकर
क्यों कोई यह मंत्र भूले
मोह में पड़कर।।
 35° 
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° 
NightPoet
A place of peace,
of birdsong and freedom
A bubbling brook, soft with moss
the stream runs a steady pace
bringing me quiet
 35° 
Shwetha sb
If our heart wishes to delete something/someone,
Our brain replay always
Agree or not?✌☮
 35° 
ARAYNA
When I looked into your eyes I realized that sometimes forever can just be for one second
 32° 
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.
 31° 
taylor styles
you told me i was pretty,
but you said i looked prettier on my knees.
 30° 
joe machetto
an old woman
sweeping leaves
from her porch

winter's relentless
wind returning them
in nettled dusk
 29° 
Words' Worth
Why won't you answer my calls?
Does the phone ring off the wall
Are you thinking of him
Why do you rock my world...

I know love's a word away
You just need to say you love me
In a letter posted to the heavens
You shake my earth...

Do you think of me with each season
They'll keep changing
And we won't meet
But, I know we will have changed.

So, move on.
A poem on being single and alone.
 28° 
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.
 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° 
Ruchira
Even the fallen leaves have something to protect ....
 24° 
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
 23° 
Phyl
Treasure the one who treasures you and loving you silently.
Random thoughts.
 23° 
Shamai
Poetry is
A way to find meaning
A way
To look into the soul
And find
Our true essence
When we look into our soul
We find the
Light of  
God
And
The formula
To find
Our way
Back Home
Poetry
Is just one way
Of expressing
Truth
 23° 
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
 22° 
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)
are afraid to be alone.
i just don't want to be alone
 21° 
Diana
You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.
 21° 
a m a n d a
call it what you will
i know i can create life
with just this thought
alone
 21° 
eden
speak to me
cruel, degrading words
i won't feel a thing

i can't feel a thing

i've gotten so used
to being used
i am desensitized
to your mindless
abuse
I need to let you go now. It hurts but it's okay. I'll be okay
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