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 589° 
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.
 349° 
Andrew Layman
My feeling have issues
I'm trying to live
aside from the anger
I'm trying to give
nerve endings scream
you cannot go numb
breeding the theme
that I'm coming from.
 305° 
Sarafina
He told me
"I will always smile  when I am with you"
 252° 
David R
i can't go in the room
you're wrapped in white
why everywhere a gloom
why a candle as your light

they're putting you in ground
you can't really be dead
you're not making a sound
is this what they dread

it must be my head
it cannot be real
you're still there in bed
you'll ask me how i feel

i'll wake up soon
you'll be there for me
you'll sing me your tune
you'll tell me your story

i'll comb your hair
I'll scratch your back
with your love in the air
there's nothing i lack
 250° 
ajay amitabh suman
रक्त से लथपथ शैल गात व शोणित सिंचित काया,
कुरुक्षेत्र की धरती  पर लेटा  एक  नर   मुरझाया।
तन  पे  चोट लगी थी उसकी  जंघा टूट पड़ी थी त्यूं ,
जैसे मृदु माटी की मटकी हो कोई फूट पड़ी थी ज्यूं।

भाग्य सबल जब मानव का कैसे करतब दिखलाता है ,
किचित जब दुर्भाग्य प्रबल तब क्या नर को हो जाता है।
कौन जानता था जिसकी आज्ञा से शस्त्र उठाते  थे ,
जब  वो चाहे  भीष्म द्रोण तरकस से वाण चलाते थे ।

सकल क्षेत्र ये भारत का जिसकी क़दमों में रहता था ,
भानुमति का मात्र सहारा  सौ भ्राता संग फलता था ।
जरासंध सहचर जिसका औ कर्ण मित्र हितकारी था ,
शकुनि मामा कूटनीति का चतुर चपल खिलाड़ी था।

जो अंधे पिता धृतराष्ट्र का किंचित एक सहारा था,
माता के उर में बसता नयनों का एक सितारा था।
इधर  उधर  हो जाता था जिसके कहने पर सिंहासन ,
जिसकी आज्ञा से लड़ने को आतुर रहता था दु:शासन।

गज जब भी चलता है वन में शक्ति अक्षय लेकर के तन में,
तब जो पौधे पड़ते  पग में धूल धूसरित होते क्षण में।
अहंकार की चर्बी जब आंखों पे फलित हो जाती है,
तब विवेक मर जाता है औ बुद्धि गलित हो जाती है।

क्या धर्म है क्या न्याय है सही गलत का ज्ञान नहीं,
जो चाहे वो करता था क्या नीतियुक्त था भान नहीं।
ताकत के मद में पागल था वो दुर्योधन मतवाला,
ज्ञात नहीं था दुर्योधन को वो पीता विष का प्याला।

अजय अमिताभ सुमन:सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित
जब सत्ता का नशा किसी व्यक्ति छा जाता है तब उसे ऐसा लगने लगता है कि वो सौरमंडल के सूर्य की तरह पूरे विश्व का केंद्र है और पूरी दुनिया उसी के चारो ओर ठीक वैसे हीं चक्कर लगा रही है जैसे कि सौर मंडल के ग्रह जैसे कि पृथ्वी, मांगल, शुक्र, शनि इत्यादि सूर्य का चक्कर लगाते हैं। न केवल  वो  अपने  हर फैसले को सही मानता है अपितु उसे औरों पर थोपने की कोशिश भी करता है। नतीजा ये होता है कि उसे उचित और अनुचित का भान नही होता और अक्सर उससे अनुचित कर्म हीं प्रतिफलित होते हैं।कुछ इसी तरह की मनोवृत्ति का शिकार था दुर्योधन प्रस्तुत है महाभारत के इसी पात्र के विभिन्न पहलुओं पर प्रकाश डालती हुई कविता "दुर्योधन कब मिट पाया"  का  प्रथम भाग।
 250° 
Jonathan Fernandez
Make something from nothing,
that is just too strange.
All things have an equal.
equivalent exchange.
An eye for an eye
A good deed for another,
The love from a daughter
for the love of a mother.
So half your life, for half of mine,
does that sound so strange?
We'd be trading precious time,
equivalent exchange.
 245° 
Ujjal Mandal
Ujjal Mandal, India

We are nothing to the world
But the world to the beloved ones
As a drop of water is a few in the sea
But nectar to the thirsty bird.
 134° 
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)
he won the election
fair and square
and it did it with a
winning flair

ecstatic voters were
over the moon
as they'd have Joe calling
the country's tune

here it is almost one
hundred days on
and they're already wishing
to see more of Don

alas and alack they'd
wasted a good ballot ticket
by allowing the sleepy
one four years on the wicket

the air in their balloon
is really quite deflated
due to them feeling
not so well inflated
Cuando ya el cuerpo sustenta
Cerca de cuarenta abriles,
Y ya pico en los cuarenta.
La memoria se alimenta
De recuerdos infantiles.

Voy a narrar una historia
Oportuna en este mes.
Mes de recuerdos de gloria;
Es un hecho, una memoria
Que tiene algún interés.

Sano, fuerte y bullicioso,
Creyendo en muchas quimeras
Era yo un rapaz dichoso,
Como que estaba orgulloso
De mis trece primaveras.

Del mundo sólo sabía
Lo que a la inocente tropa
Enseña la geografía,
Que hay Asia, África y Europa
Y América y Oceanía.

Aun estaban en fermento
Mis gustos y mis ideas,
Juzgaba la historia un cuento
Y el amor un sentimiento
Que se apaga ante las feas.

Estudiaba sin desmayo,
Conversaba sin misterio,
Era por activo un rayo
Y así llegué a un mes de mayo
En la época del Imperio.

El pueblo a Maximiliano
Le llamaba sin temor,
En estilo liso y llano,
En lugar de «soberano»:
«Intruso y usurpador».

Los estudiantes, ajenos
A las pompas imperiales,
Escuchábamos serenos
Esos epítetos llenos
De resabios liberales.

En nuestros pechos ardía
La libertad como norma,
Como faro, como guía;
Eran nuestra idolatría
Los hombres de la reforma.

A la estudiantina grey
Nada importaba la corte
Ni los festejos del Rey;
Sabía sólo que la Ley
Andaba en Paso del Norte.

Por fin, en una ocasión
Se puso a prueba el colegio
Con una extraña función:
¡La solemne recepción
De un huésoed preclaro y regio!!

Cada cuai se disponía
A la fiesta sorprendente
Que agitados nos tenía;
¡¡El Emperador vendría
A vernos el día siguiente!!

Y era la fecha elegida
Una que en gloria reboza
De nuestra historia en la vida:
¡¡La que en Puebla dejó ungida
Con su triunfo Zaragoza!!

Convenimos con recato
En conmemorar tal hecho
Dando al gobierno un mal rato;
¿Cómo? ¡¡Ostentando el retrato
De Zaragoza en el pecho!!

Fue un complot hecho de bruces,
Cada cual tendió la mano
Jurando por las tres cruces
Ser muy digno a todas luces
De llamarse mejicano.

Y en ademán decisivo
Que mi memoria no olvida,
Juramos por el Dios vivo
Ponernos tal distintivo
A una señal convenida.

Llegó el momento anhelado,
Pusieron en un salón
Todo el colegio formado
Ya dispuesto y arreglado
Para la gran recepción.

Entra el monarca y atento
Saluda, suena un rumor
Y en un solo movimiento,
Cada cual muestra contento
La efigie del vencedor.

-¿Qué es esto?-Maximiliano
Dice, y sin temer reveses
Un chico resoonde ufano:
«¡¡Un jefe republicano
Que derrotó a los franceses!!»

El Director quedó mudo
Y los que estaban allí
Ante un responder tan rudo;
Sacó el Príncipe un escudo,
Lo dio al chico y dijo así:

«Vuestra lealtad es notoria
Y yo la debo premiar,
De los héroes es la gloria
Y en el mundo y en la historia
La debemos respetar».

Prodújose un gran rumor
Que retumbó como un rayo
Y aquel grupo encantador
En vez de «al Emperador»
Victoreó «al 5 de Mayo».
 65° 
Eleventheshyone
The day came when my pen no longer
Wrote your name
Freedom
Comes in many forms
 53° 
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 -
 45° 
Yuri
Jealousy.
Acidic in my mouth,
dancing on my tongue and lips.

Jealousy.
Burning red hot,
Flowing down my hips.

Jealousy.
Leaving scars,
creating harm.

Jealousy.
It consumes me.
 44° 
Caitlyn Fletcher
I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me
 44° 
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
 43° 
Mitch Prax
Tell me,
how do I
reach you when
all I see are the walls
you built around
yourself?
 40° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 39° 
Ashly Kocher
The day
You and Me
Became
We
Today is our 11 year wedding anniversary 💜
 39° 
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.
 39° 
Satvik gupta
Try to identify the difference between your "needs" and your "wants " .
 37° 
Ashanti
Words can’t explain what my eyes have seen
The pain it holds
The tears it cried
One look in my eyes and you wouldn’t notice the pain nor the truth it hides
My eyes hold my secrets
 36° 
taylor styles
you told me i was pretty,
but you said i looked prettier on my knees.
 35° 
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° 
DV
Forgive me father for I have sinned.

I have loved her more desperately than any god.

I speak of a heaven that only exists when she is near.

She is not made from my rib or my flesh — she is my very soul.

If she ever leaves the place in my chest I’ve now named hers,

I will lock the doors, pull the blinds,

But I will not turn out the light,

So that she can find her way back home.
 28° 
Beckie Davies
I created her with passionate  love
I destroyed her with enraged wrath
I mourned her with remorseful grief
I remembered her in languid dreams
i created you only to destroy you
🖤🖤🖤
 27° 
Nikkipopgun69
Someone once told me :
always remember that,
some people come into your life to make chaos.
and some people and come into your life to show love.

Some people will use you
Some people will always be there for you
Some people will be true
Some people will lie
Sometimes you will learn from a mistake
Sometimes you fall and that’s okay.

Sometimes you’ll  fall in love to hard
Sometimes you’ll cry alone
But you’ll be okay even if you’re alone
 27° 
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
 26° 
She Writes
Nothing is louder
Than silent tears
And 2 a.m. overthinking
 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° 
Solaces
There were segments of you through this world mirror parallel..

Increase the mystery of your smile as your tears leave behind light trails.

I can't find you anywhere..

Even though I can make the anywhere...

This control let me give in..

And it also let me reverse all of my sins..

And through all the magical haze..

You are still lost in my dream maze..
 25° 
sergiodib
Let's wear a mask!
So that we can hide our sadness or joy.
Let's wear a mask;
So that we can conceal our indifference
For the turtles that eat them in the seas.
Let's wear a mask;
So that we can ignore
Yet another coup d'etat in Myanmar.
Let's wear a mask;
So that we can buy and sell Pfizer stocks.
Let's wear a mask
As we were in Epidaur or Venice.
Let's wear a mask
So we won't breathe exhaust fumes.
Let's also wear a mask
To stop the virus.

So let’s wear a mask,
Not a great change do I ask,
Let's accept this simple task.
afterthepeak.eu
 25° 
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
 24° 
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)
 22° 
Chris
I'm sinking farther into the sea
Air cut off, unable to breathe

But it's not all too bad
The water's warm
and the fish look nice

It's a shame I can only see this
By myself
at the end.
Enjoy
 21° 
Diana
You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.
 21° 
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
 21° 
rk
i want to love you
like a lazy sunday morning
staying in bed
taking our time
sipping coffee
memorising every freckle
like the constellations in the sky
white sheets
and tangled limbs
with the scent of a memory
fresh on our lips.
 20° 
ARAYNA
She was like
a sunflower
who looked
for the sun
even on a
rainy day
 20° 
Äŧül
First was a demo.
Second was a desire.
Third was a demon.
Fourth was a disappointment.
Fifth was a liar.
Sixth was someone who lost me.
Seventh was a charlatan.
Eighth was a Succubus.
But nineth is a different Angel,
My Angel.
My HP Poem #1925
©Atul Kaushal
 20° 
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
 20° 
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 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.
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