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 1130° 
The Last Wordsmith
I was just a story you could tell,
Stir him up, get him mad as ****.
You didn't love me, that I know,
Only went places you knew he'd go.
When we made love it had to be rough
Vanilla don't upset him quite enough.
He looked across you were all over me
Fast forward a little it's him you'd go see.
Then you'd call me up all out of the blue
And all I could say was 'now what did he do?'
Then I'd write you a poem, we'd meet up in the park
And you'd be back in his arms before it got dark.
 871° 
Shelby Marler
My will-o-the-wisp,
To you, are my eyes worthy to see?
You brighten the misty air, so crisp,
But you seem a dream to me.

For you are so perfect
And I must wake up.
We both know that the world is wrecked,
And the sun’s radiance is now a sup.
So let us bask in the sunshine we give,
So the world seems saintly for a little while.
 785° 
Sam Hawkins
Calling long and deep
into the bottomless well of me,
my heart, I posed a wordless question
that water--free--be invited to speak.

So I listened I paused I listened--
opened and dissolved
fear in me.

Water of my hands
woke up, sprung up.

Water of my feet.

Water of my eyes,
my brain.

There were no parts of me
my invitation was not reaching.

Little baby faces all that water was--
and each, an innocence,
a living breathing star.

And therein
other starry lights.

Green and azure golden
shot high and all around me.

Rainbows spinning, under and over-lacing,
composed a heaven's tapestries.
 580° 
Anne
11:58

your birthday
is away by two
silent minutes

11:59

I want to
wish you. I really do.
there's this hurt
which makes me
doubt everything
which has happened.

12:00
12:01
12:02
12:03

keeping all
the pain aside
I breathe slowly.

s l o w l y typing the
letters.
 245° 
ohellobeautiful
no matter how hard
these winds blow and shake me
i stay  r o o t e d  with the Earth

storms exist to awake me
still one of my favorite poems i have ever written <3
 220° 
BR Dragos
the screen
the keyboard
the small room
the closed door
locked door
closed window
blinders keeping
the sun away
a chair
an empty stomach
protesting against
tequila
more tequila

ready

you can write now
Just a little chaos
I noticed I'm looking for a bit of fun
and oh so many will run
they don't get you
Although in a way I do

The mind is a storm
of feelings and words
I'm a captain braving the storm
they told me it's not worth it

And maybe it isn't
but I just want a bit of fun
 200° 
Julio
The sun shining a dawn
A smooth skin
An accomplice
(better more)
The flowering in spring!

Thrush singing in the at morning
and the evening.
The rains!
A good breakfast
a better dinner

The smile of a girl,
the advice of an old man.
Births,
the beginnings.

A few snowflakes caressing the face.
The tickle of the wind.
A word of encouragement.
Redemption and forgiveness.

YOU!

WE LIVE SURROUNDED BY WONDERS!

You must be able to see then.
 134° 
Rama Krsna
the nectar of love
only comes with
the poison of pain,
two
for the exorbitant price of one

standing
at the chasm
of life and death
destroyed by love
grief remains
as life’s sole friend

the memories of love
now
belong to time
and this aging body
to the five elements.

© 2019
 129° 
elijah molina
i do not want to share your attention.
tell me. are you mine because i am yours.
the sun climbed upon the mountains
everyday as i would think of you.
but i would be unsatisfied like that ocean
after swallowing millions of suns.
rose. cherub. venus. and obsessions.
i fell for you like the skies fell for the seas.
hide me. a blasphemous possession.
lay me inside your pockets again. please.
you walk with fire. you talk with ease.
the water runs smoothly. you are a tease.
it is paradoxical for me to ignore you.
why wouldn’t i want to be happy.
even if you always leave me wanting.
at least. it is yearning to be yours entirely.
take the heavens from my devotions.
and teem your love like a raindrop on me.
i do not want to share your affection.
i had rather become this greedy.
 126° 
Peter B
Her eyes
reflect my moon.
In her eyes
it's always full.
 108° 
Blckstr
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 ****** –”
I know it sounds ******,
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.
Both can ****
        The only difference is
                      Cigarettes shatter lungs
         She shatters everything

            I remembered the first moment
my lips pressed the filter
     as I lit it up breathed it all
                savored every smoke
       as if we covered up painful lies
        in a container of painkillers

The same way  
we used to pressed our lips
     sparked something between us
           savored every moment we had
    as if our love was a rose
               in a valley of tulips
Gold
 77° 
the dirty poet
i see the flyer at starbucks

"are you caucasian?
without mental health
and drug problems?"

wow
i don’t know the answer to any of these questions
is a jew a caucasian?
is the occasional *****, ****-slamming drunken rampage
a drug problem?
as for mental health
i’m a deadbeat poet and unpopular pop musician
i’ve got a job fighting death and boredom
and i just changed my facebook password to "eat ****"
my frustrations have driven weaker souls to homicide
but are these PROBLEMS?
 60° 
JR Falk
so I noticed that we both drink coffee.
just like anyone, we both like ours a certain way.
i like mine sweeter, with just the aftertaste of coffee there.
caramel, sugar, creamer.
i think about when i’ll have my next cup, and the idea of it alone makes me happy.
i don’t care what time of day i have it, i almost always have a cup.
i make time for my coffee.
it might be safe to say i think you like your coffee black.
you might add just the smallest touch to soften its bitter taste, but never too much.
sometimes i think you just pour it and carry on, as though it’s nothing important at all.
as though all it is, is just some quick fix.
like you just want to get it over with.
we drink it in two different ways.
i drink it slowly.
i note every flavor in every sip, i enjoy it.
i note the warmth it brings me.
i like it all hours of the day.
you drink it quickly.
quicker than me, at least.
you don’t care if it burns your tongue, or perhaps you’re used to the pain.
you accept it.
you never let it last, you move on to something else soon after.
i lay in your bed, watching your eyes as they skim the screen in front of you.
your mind is somewhere else.
i savor the moments you look my way, if even for a second, and smile at me.
i wonder if you even notice them.
i feel your laugh vibrate my bones, making the hair on my arms stand on end.
do i make you feel at all?
i reflect on it every time i drink my coffee.
i think about it with each and every sip, taking my time.
something tells me that you don’t do the same.
after all, it's just coffee.
but i put my all into this coffee.
i think you like your coffee black.
3:06am
08.09.18

im actually drinking coffee rn. rip
 59° 
Lost love
Dear heart,
How naïve of you to
Think it might work out.
 56° 
aquis
your fears are not here
now

the last time you met them

they told you
‘on your knees’

and you were

but then the fire
in your chest
started to burn
so fast

the lion in your breath
started to roar
no rest

and you rose
from your ashes

you left them
behind

in that moment
you knew

‘now’ has no fears
I started writing poetry not a long time ago, but ever since I started I just can’t stop writing - the words are flowing in my mind as I desperately try to catch and put them together in a meaningful way. It truly surprises me to discover this passion and constant urge to write poetry inside me.

However, as I am new in this and English is not my mother tongue, I sometimes have trouble finding the right words, and have doubts whether what I wrote is good or ‘poetic’ enough, whether I should share it or not, and so on..

But here on HP, the support I received from wonderful people liking, loving, reposting and commenting on my poems has truly helped me gain my confidence and trust in myself and what I write from my heart

Since this poem is about facing your fears and leaving them behind, focusing on the “now” that doesn’t have any fears, just the pure moment itself, I wanted to share my experience of getting out of my comfort zone, facing my self-doubts and sharing what comes from my heart, in the hope of touching and inspiring someone somehow

Thank you to Hello Poetry and all the kind people here for your support and encouragement, it means a lot to me

☀️❤️
 54° 
Grace
When I look at you,
I don’t see darkness
I don’t see rain
I don’t see pain

When I speak to you,
I don’t feel sadness
I don’t feel neglect
You always show respect

When I think of you,
It gives me strength
Because you’re so bright
My brightest light

When I dream of you,
I find myself in your arms
Right where I belong
Right where I feel strong

When I fell in love with you,
I knew it was true
Because you drowned my sorrows
And now I can see tomorrow
 52° 
Kelly Hogan
I wish someone had told me
To never get my hopes up
Because then they come crashing down
And you only have yourself to blame.
Nothing is ever good enough.
 51° 
Hg
wri
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threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
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d
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.
©Hg
 50° 
Bee
she was the moon
radiating the night sky
and dancing among the stars

you were the darkness
the shadow that waxed and waned
through the phases of her life

she grew to believe
that your presence
is what made her whole

but like the full moon
she shone brightest
without you


x.
I am
controlled
by my
dark side
like
a puppet
on strings

Can not give
any
explanations
to the
insanity
I bring.
#controlled #dark #poetry #follow #like
 48° 
Raziel
They’ll check your wrists,
But not your thighs,
They’ll check your smile,
But not your eyes
They’ll avoid the truth,
Believe the lies,
Nothing to sooth,
No reason to cry,
Our smiles are bright,
Eyes are a bit dull,
Wrists are clean despite,
The blade with an emotional pull,
And we’re emotionally unstable,
But they say that’s okay,
We are all a bit of a riddle,
But that’s the only thing we can convey,
And the world will open to swallow us up,
But that’s okay, at least our habits remain,
And when their arms finally open up,
We will show them the reflection they taught us to shame,
So we paint a smile with the color of red,
From the thighs they didn’t check,
And from our eyes we bled.
And they'll only understand,
When the noose hold us by our necks,
And if they had thought twice,

Maybe our eyes they would have checked.
To Seek
Future is not so dark and bleak
The best my friend is yet to come
In dire adversity we have to seek
Some comfort in life troublesome

Let be straight in all our dealings
Let our message be loud and clear
Lets openly communicate feelings
Lets accept truth to be more near

Ever dark cloud has a silver lining
One has to be optimistic on the path
Let us be more precise in defining
We are not just meant for every wrath

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2019 Love Remains
 46° 
grace
I wish I could sleep in peace
Lay my head down and put my mind at ease
But I count wolves instead of sheep
And remind myself of the demons I keep
Twisting and turning
Stomach churning
Questions burning
Anxiety relishes in my defeat
 45° 
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.
 41° 
Syv Elena
I've never worn dresses
until I was 21
It counts as one of my successes
That now I own a ton

Back in elementary
I only had one friend
I remember on thing he said to me

"If you were a girly girl this wouldnt have happened"

All this time
I always felt like a boy
All this time
I was one of the "bros"

I've never worn makeup
until I was 23
But honestly I just never brought up
That I thought I was too ****

I always thought I couldnt be a girl
Because I didnt have the body
I always thought I couldnt be a girl
Because I had no femininity

I always felt lost
Because I was always in between
But then the fog cleared up
When I found out about gender fluidity

It was the answer to my troubles
I never thought the moment came
I could finally put away my struggles
I could finally give it a name

Now everyday I wear a dress
I use makeup in excess
I finally have my feminine side
Which I had lost for a long time

I started to own myself
I started to let people know
That you can always find yourself
And learn as you grow
 40° 
Elliott
There's something different about him
The way he moves
The way he carries
I can see the curiosity in his eyes
I can tell he wants to say something
But the words aren't coming out
Maybe he's shy
Or maybe he's just tired
Tired of the dead ends
A true mystery.....
And I'm interested

What's wrong with you?
Maybe there's interest
But you won't know unless you say something to her
She's beautiful
And you can't afford wasted moments
The road blocks in the past
Have blurred your vision
Like staring at the sun
But at the same time
You're still able to see her
 39° 
SJG
luv
They say "love is a verb".
I don't think it is.

It's more a cloud of locusts,
Flying terribly at your door.
 38° 
Dea
How to start writing
How to keep writing
Write, write, write
Writing

Pick a subject for writing
Make sure you reference your writing
Write, write, write
Keep writing

This amount of words for writing
Plus or minus 100 word max leeway for writing
Write, write, write
Still writing

Quotes in your writing
Punctuation for writing
Write, write, write
Writing

Title for writing
Page numbers for writing
Underline, paragraph, CAPITALISE
Your writing

Margin your writing
Spell check your writing
Re write, research, rephrase
Your writing

Is this your writing?  
Question your writing

Read
Hate
***** up
Start again
Your writing

Check your writing
Get a friend to check your writing
Panic, stress, just write
Your writing

****** writing

This will do, writing

Print, bind, hand in
Your writing

Write some more as you sign off your writing

Sigh
Feel sick
Crash
Sleep
Writing

Wait, wait, wait
Wait for someone to read your writing

Judge your writing
Mark your writing
Wait, wait, wait

Receive your writing

Read another's writing about your writing

Their writing, writing about your writing

To write whether the words in your writing are good writing
Therefore RIGHT writing

Or

Infact writing that ought not to have been written in the first place.

Now tell me

From this writing
And writing
And writing
And more writing

How do you write the words that you now want to be written?
 37° 
Makayla Jordan
hmm
you beat me so bad
i forgot if it was okay or not
 35° 
Temporal Fugue
The fields don't miss the rain
not as much as I miss you
the world still turns it seems
at least I know, that's true

Sun to moon, and back again
one day, it's going to end
but for all the times we had
my heart will never mend

Into the dark that will ensue
carrying your light with me
past the life, departed skin
you and I will
always be
Another snippet :D
 34° 
029473847493
When in Bosnia death is my friend.
Hearing footsteps with the void behind.
A friend outside of the land of friends.
A sealer to the dim breath.

My sight leaves with the goings of night.
And here I am, ready to leave.
 34° 
prettywhnyoucry
i dislike poems,
they welcome memories of you to waltz in my mind.
i hate poems,
they make me reminisce every encounter with you.
i loath poems,
they never fail to make me maudlin; pity myself.
i curse them,
i have unfollowed nearly every poetry accounts on instagram yet they still appear in my feed.
right,
then it hits me that i still am following some poetry accounts.
why?
because i enjoy self-pitying, victimising myself.
and?
i like to reminisce about the past.
not to mention,
the memories of you are picture perfect.
I blame you.
For the dreams that died.
For the love that i will never have.
For the smile that you took from me.
I wanted to fly far away but you
Burnt my wings keeping me
In the cold darkness.
I blame you for killing me.
I like to take a negative feeling and turn it
Into something good.
We should allow people room to grow and breathe support someone in there dreams
#blame #dreams #darkness #killing
 33° 
Tess
Why do all colors have a description to them?

Red- For strength or anger
Yellow- For sunshine and happiness
Pink- For all girls
Blue- For the boys and for when you're sad
Black- For hate and fear
Purple- For luxury and ambition
Green- For nature and energy

We force people to be someone by giving them a label.
Should we do that to colors too?

Why should black be the evil one?
Why can't yellow be a way to express sadness?
Why is pink for girls?
Just why?
I wasn't so sure on posting this, but here it is. So yeah.
Unless it is chronic,
Inflammation does not last.
Be humble.
 31° 
Zia
i’m scared to pray
even when things
don’t go my way
i know I’ll pay
for the times i stray
i keep pushing
it all away
thinking ‘come what may,
He’ll still give
me another day’
 30° 
Lucía
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
 30° 
Dominique
I know the toothless women
Who crumple on the streets
The rain bleeds through their cardboard,
The cold drips through their feet

I know the dying children
With anaesthetic arms
The angels crowd around them
With time that burns their palms

I've hugged the brainwashed gangsters
With money drenched in blood
I've heard their broken weeping
While digging up the mud

I've seen the starving faces
Of the tired girls at home
The broken, hectic psyches
That eat them to the bone

I know the burning poets
With a desperate thirst for life
The need for finding soulmates
That pierces like a knife

There's weary public servants
Who risk their lives for good
And prove compassion every day
Yet stay misunderstood

Human love is buried
Beneath the plastic weight
Of angry allegations
And a world that feeds off hate

These people may be messy,
But they're beautiful and real
With hidden dreams and secrets
And ability to feel

We have a place to run to
With lights of peach and gold
Where all the weight is lifted
And all our tales are told

We live in total freedom
So safe beneath the moon
And though it seems ambitious
Our dreams will save us soon
The night brings comfort to those who need it most
 30° 
Pacheco
I sold her a bag of dreams
It had a hole at the bottom
She gave me winter and spring
Summer and most of her Autumn
I left her not looking back
Standing there
Clutching tightly
An earful of sorry stories
And an empty tequila bottle
Why you ask
Im sure
Surely because I could
And because that's what I do
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