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Jeremy Stacy
I’ll just deal with the consequence later
right now I’ll allow my consciousness to waver
serving up a flavor,
that tentatively turns into a vapor
is a remedy I savor
along with the marrying of a melody that influences my behavior
as the intensity of the intended entropy gets greater
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And I wonder,
Did you do it because,
You thought I was actually good?
Or just because you knew me?
I don't know anyone on here personally but oh wellllll
- Astro
she kept on closing and opening them
trying to identify a rhythm
she would wipe the tears with her little fingers,
and smile

a ball suffocating her from inside
her throat closing in she now couldn't breath
while her eyes kept playing a game
opening and closing

she hoped she would close them, and open them only to find his face in front of hers
And he's hand wiping a tear of her cheeks
Emilio Valdez
The world informed me that I am wrong for feeling, so I told myself to stop:


Why must I search for a meaning?
Why can’t I just be the meaning?
Tita Halaman
worry not, we’ll cheat death
eternity, I had it set
for you’ll live forever in me
deeper than my soul
louder than my divinity
so I’ll always get through
here in the cold, unmoved and blue
yet, will never be bluer
for waves, they’re pulling me under
yet with faith, all is above water
so I believe
Tabbitha Erceg
You can't become something
If you believe
You are
I will heat the soup
you forgot to drink

After I kiss the space
between your eyebrows
Val Vik
The way raindrops glide
.  with a faint clap of thunder
  .   into coalescence
.        .
.     .
    .    .
   .   .
Haiku # something
Let us dance and merge into a whole - the reunion of souls
Mitchell Duran
I see myself

On a shedding


Of indifferent time.
shianne rose
there are two types of sadness

there’s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then there’s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know it’s there
and there’s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an “it”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home
Deny the fact
Live in a dream...

The reality was not meant
for some of us.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
Rosmary Penn
But if I slit my wrists
and cry
an ocean
then you'll love me,
love me when I'm broken
I think I've realized the more poems I write about someone the more toxic they are to me

Here's number 25 for you

I suppose that pales in comparison to the thousands I wrote for my first love but I've known you a lot less time

And you've never even been mine

And that's okay

Because at this rate

You never will be.
i think that the most damaged people in the world
are the kindest
and the softest

because they know
that scabs can be picked
and you can bleed
Paul Hobson
Id cry too,
Cry for me,
Cry for you,
Cry every time you see the color blue.
Cry alone in bed,
Cry each night after the prayers that are said.
Fill a bucket full of tears,
Those aren’t yours anymore,
Give them here.
Jessica B
You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❤️
Dora Lane
I love memories of us

From us holding hands, laughing and living

In the moment. You are there and you make

me happy.
Kim Denise
It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you
I grew up being told,
"people won't always remember what you said, but
they'll never forget how you made them feel."

It has been too long
for me to not have
that you consistently
leave me feeling like
you love
seeing me
You would stand in front of the window, naked and raw,
Black tears still stained down your face.
The moon's light doesn't quite frame you the same as it used to.

You think of the days of being illuminated and bright.
Of sunlight dripping off of you as your hands touched
Someone new, someone deserving, someone else.

Nothing since has ever felt as real, as true.
This light has traveled from a quarter-million miles away
To accuse you, cold and pale, cloying to your skin.
Andrew Gomez
“Are you okay?”
“No, but I have to be someone’s smile today.”
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
Strange, the Hellopoetry computer demanded I put two stars on this poem to repost it to the front page... But it was worth it, it’s been on here for over a year now, I appreciate it Elliot.

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
the world community
must be at all times ready
for another virus's chaotic
and volatile eddy  

there's a fifty fifty chance
of a new virus ocurring
and the very thought of it
isn't all that alluring 
humanity cannot afford to
let down its guard
whilst a damaging virus load
is living in its yard

the bane of a virus is
and its effects are said to
be so unpleasant
hear ye hear ye
this being the decree
from the uncontrolled spread
of virus we're not free
Josh H
"The worst battle is between what you know, and what you feel"
In the deep corners of 3am,
I find her.
More Love
I am human
and I have lived, and breathed, and seen...
and fallen and stood,
and loved and lost.

And I seek.
And I seek.

And I breathe, and I look, and I live.

And I live.
And I love.
And I see.
Jeremy Stacy
I felt alive all misty eyed that night I cried,
tears that would slide
all wispy and wide
down cheeks by a bedside that for two weeks had denied you left justified
it’s just a fight I replied but you were right and I lied
alongside actions, transactions, and reactions that tied,
my immaturity and pride,
I guess that PM really magnified how much of me I could hide
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moon child
It’s rare to find
people who

Tyrell Burnett
I don't burn bridges, I preserve those wonders of old. I let the waters rise, whilst I remain underneath its ridges and contours.

I don't burn bridges, not because that I am mature.

I don't burn bridges, because I am alone; and a bridge is a well travelled road.
Paras Bajaj
The emptiness in my eyes,
The truth behind my lies,
The fall before my rise,
And the goodbyes;

It scares me.

The dark beneath my skin,
The light within my sins,
The voice that loudly sings,
And my broken wings;

It scares me.

The wounds I can't heal,
The pain I can't feel,
The loss I can't deal,
And when I am real;

It scares me.

The silence in my little talks,
The stillness in my moonlit walks,
The thought of separate ways,
And my numbered days;

It scares me.

The demons under my bed,
The words spinning in my head,
The blood in my sweat,
And my cold breath;

It scares me.

-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj
Faded Moonlight
I could have been the sun,
the light of your life.
You only wanted to know me,
In the dark of the night.
Claudia Santos
I am a poet,
or I like to call myself one.
My heartaches and heartbreaks give life to empty pages;
I rarely compose from glorious days.
I’m inspired by the world, by people around me
but mostly by my pain.
I consider myself an introvert
for you will rarely hear me speak,
but on the other hand, I have much to say
just not with my lips
but with a pen.
I hide behind ink and paper
ready to write my feelings away.

I am the poetry that I write.
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

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
muhammad haddad
Knowing your purpose
And understanding the meaning
Of why you walk this earth
Is indeed the hardest thing to accomplish in life
But once you’ve done it
Then there my friend you stand
Tall and strong
Knowing you’ve aced the hardest test
We mankind fail to even try
1.Writing poems for you
Written somewhere between 10 to 18 of Febuary, 2021
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 like *******.
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.
Samantha Cunha
The man
who kept
his emotions
at bay
in them
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.
The hurt may go away
but your memory will
forever rest in my soul.
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