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You made me fall again,
I try to stop but can’t.

My hearts decided,
My mind even more.

If it breaks me,
Leaves me dead and cold,
So mote it be.

I love you.
That’s my casualty
Dear Reader,
if you're reading this
it means
I'm dead
as a paper


to be etched
with the poem
I tried to write
so many times
when I was m-
Akta Agarwal
Your smile became my life
Its hard to live without your vibe
I feel all complete when you are near
And I do feel loss when you are gone
I don't know if am going mad
But am not sad
I guess you are my strength
If you are with me
I have nothing to fear
You have became my life line dear
So I guess it's the time to finally confession my love for
I love you my darling
Love confession
you ditched me like a rotten berry;
like a brown banana.
you could’ve made bread out of me,
but i guess that’s too hard for you.
you can’t be bothered to waste
your flour and sugar
on something old.
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)
it was the last time
you ever kissed me goodnight
the day the moon fell
there is no room
on the moon
when you're floundering
in doom.

there is no reason
for the season
to stay
for your treason.

there is no way
I'd deny
I'm in love
when you cry.
i hate that you hurt though dear
David R
one is the I
on earth and in sky

two is the couple
soul and its double

three is the parents
father, mother, 'n infant

four are the elements
of alchemist's experiments

five are the fingers,
thumb, pinky, 'n ringers

six are directions
in compass 'n sections

seven are the days
six, with one o' praise
Me in the far future,
Thinking about my younger years,
Knowing it's a platonic relationship,
'Cause I would never want to go back,
Constantly feeling I'm on the wrong track.

Everything is more peaceful now,
I've let go of the painful nights,
But I still want to miss it,
Just not getting too close to it,
'Cause I don't want to be young anymore,
I wish I wasn't young anymore.
It's what helps to write
A poem
A story
A letter

Where are you
I've been looking
You're hiding

I know you are near
I know you are far
I know you exist

Fall onto me
Breath into my heart
Bring words to my head
Let me share you with the world

Come to me
Give me power
With my little words
Help me grow
And share


Inspire me
I have no inspiration so I wrote about that. I guess no inspiration inspired me haha. Anyway, enjoy!

A day to capture and reflect
A day to reminisce
A day to look ahead
A day to feel at bliss.

A day to feel thankful
A day for appreciation
A day for love
A day for initiation.

A day of belonging
A day to unwind
A day to be with family and friends
A day to find.

A day just for you
A day to celebrate your journey, and success
A day for a drink or two
A day to dress at your best.

A day to do something you really want to do
A day for fun
A day to just take time for you
A day to celebrate with all your loved ones.

Happy Born day
To you

© By HF-Whisper
2/12/2020 17:42PM
I rehearse conversations
that I will never have
and yet
find myself
unable to say
what I had truly meant.
Ursula Wolf
My soul blossomed in your affectionate eyes,
And those spring lips wintered my mind.
We flew as glittering birds around the sun at night,
Then it was full moon, the wolf came,
And ripped out my heart.
The day came when my pen no longer
Wrote your name
Comes in many forms
everytime I hate myself and wish to be other people,
I lose myself
little by
when a God complex doesn't kick in (most of the time) I just can't see value in myself
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 -
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
You were teaching me
for years
how worthless
I were

Now I walk around the world
my own lessons
of love
and forgiveness
We don't want the world.
No one asked for this.
There's only so many walls,
So many scales and shells
And piles of warm blankets.
So many deep breathes
And shallow pursuits.
We can only scream so loud
And quietly dread
And wait for the ending.
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

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.
Caitlyn Fletcher
I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me
Kitten Yvad
I was made to habitate
a climate where it is always sticky
frustrated curls soothed because
it is always wet

bathed in citronella so that
only my love
is drawn to my sweat

verdant dense green tropical clime
God please watch over my people
as the earth acts as though
she is angry with them

and Volcanic Ash rains from their
tropical skies
St. Vincent in the Grenadines is in Crisis at 20,000 flee their homes. Many more attempt to stay behind though La Soufière isn't done
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.
Life was an archered bow
thought was an iridescent kingfisher
swooped the azure waters
gilded mind, overflowing spring
flowering by the river
as songbirds sing.
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
We've been together for a really long time
You are the only person that is by my side
Every time I look you in the eyes
I always melt inside

They say that love loses over time
But with you, I feel
that my love grows stronger each time
You're the one that made my heart heal

I can't believe that after all this time
You are still mine
I always wish that we are together
Because you always make my world better

You always cast away the doubts over my head
You are like a *** of gold that never ends
Always positive and cheerful
Always clingy and playful

After all this time
I always feel nervous inside
I still love you all this time
I still want you to be mine
they asked
why am I hurting
I said
is it so wrong for feeling this much hurt just because of that?
do I need more dramatic reasons?
do I need more spesific reasons?
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
date of birth:
phone number:
emergency call:

nice to know you-
imagine this as the punch line to your crush
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
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.
I wish you could see my heaven and hell.
I dream you could understand it.
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)
Luna Maria
I did not write as much
not because I don't care or because
it did not have an impact on me

just because I've been escaping and avoiding
instead of writing and feeling.
distracting myself from the painful feeling in my chest
Whisper softly in my ear
Words I only want to hear
Words only meant for me
Our lovestory you and me
Till you whisper softly no more
Gone like the morning sun
Thunder struck my heart
Didn’t know that it would
end this way
Nothing left to say
No more whispers in my ear
No more  lovely words to hear
Never knew
it would be our last goodbye!
Angel in the sky.

Shell ✨🐚
To say goodbye to your love one.
Covid 19

November 2019,
seeping in
Wuhan , China,
Around the Earth,
criss crossing.
Spreading fast, shaking us,
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
If you take out the letters
“a”, “t” and “h”
From the word “faith”,
And change the order
Of the remaining letters,
You’ll get an “if”
What does that tell you?
It tells me “I’m bored to death”
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
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