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Satvik gupta
Try to identify the difference between your "needs" and your "wants " .
un-view deaf star spangled
fret em reap glory site over lite of cold upper embark
now undo life scars let cost of true dreams
bleed over timed out mind paved under forsaken roots
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.
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)
my demons work
the graveyard shift
i live my day
weightless and free
but when night comes
my demons wait
with chains for me
ready and glad
to drag me and
my dreams away
people always ask why i can't sleep at night. written at 2:58 am.
stop hating yourself
for loving more
though it hurts

it is the greatest gift
you will ever recieve
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
The day came when my pen no longer
Wrote your name
Comes in many forms
Shwetha sb
i smile with my pain,
which gifts me my gain
i cry with my laugh,
which doubles my happiness in half
Happy times are inside me.
Im the one who make it worse
you decide
I’d like if you could face the breakfast
and the music
it would be a great show
Ashly Kocher
The day
You and Me
Today is our 11 year wedding anniversary 💜
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 -
He said
I were a scapegoat
But then he took me
to a swimming boat
There we had fun a lot
But at the end I found him
in a little slot
There he needed
my escort
Now he felt role revert
Actually he was scapegoat
Caitlyn Fletcher
I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me
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
Averi Rose
i ran across the wet green
singing the hymn
you spoke in my dream.

velvet meadow
rays of yellow on my back
as if to carve wings.

as if to set free.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?

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.
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
taylor styles
you told me i was pretty,
but you said i looked prettier on my knees.
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.
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..
She Writes
Nothing is louder
Than silent tears
And 2 a.m. overthinking
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
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
City lights,
Sunday Blues.

Can we reset?

Long drives,
Left me in pieces.
A rock fell on a bird
knocking it down
rather than helping
I left it on the ground

For if I moved the rock
and the bird was unscathed
it would surely fly off
leaving me for better days

and all that I would have
would be the memory
of the happiness I once had
the love that used to be

So instead I leave the rock
That traps the bird here
held in place by the weight
while I'm held by fear
Written about a fear I have of checking up on an ex of mine. And finding out there doing fine without me in their life.
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
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
White van smells like kidnapping,
Empty buses leave me depressed,
Noisy garages are comfortable,
All the rain drops are sharp, and the lights,
Too strong for anyone's eyes,
But today, I saw a man jump;
Eshwara Prasad
You had promised me that you will translate all of my poems into a widely spoken foreign language.

Now, your volt face, declaring my poems unworthy of even a single read, has jolted my faith in my poetic abilities rather than in your intentions.
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)
Morgan Vail
Her breath like the waters edge
And I, the poor sailor, strayed

Siren on high, weeping angel
Beckoned me, amorous, to the foam

Acceding her escort, fool evermore
I'm submerged, the glint in her eye

Machiavellian goddess and hellfire
Biting down on the neck

Choking through waves of aqua demise
Failing to keep afloat
Mark levitt
..just put a hex on you
She was like
a sunflower
who looked
for the sun
even on a
rainy day
Purcy Flaherty
It's my humility that makes me especially wonderful!
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.
Opal Wood
Those pretty scars
Filled her arms
A reminder of her darkness
Her pretty scars
Remain her battle wounds
من الصعب إسعادي. حيثُ أنّ سعادتي تختبئ في ثنايا الأشياء.
مثلًا سماع أغنيتي المفضلة تخرجُ من نوافذ السيارة المجاورة، أو أن أجد قميصي خالٍ من التجاعيد عندما أُخرجه من الخزانة، التوت بعد يومٍ من الجوع، الاستيقاظ قبل موعد المنبّه بنشاط، مساعدة أحدهم بالإنصات أو النّصيحة.
ابتسامة غريبٍ في وجهي.
رسمة على الورق.
قلب أزرق.
أشياءٌ كهذه، لا تُباع ولا تُشترى، و إنّما تُصنع و تُحس.
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.
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