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 681° 
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
The world of money-making businesses uses labels to table discussions of making peace. They would rather make profits of billions and billions. Multinationals dissemble, and much worse. Better to keep a distance from their hearts, the home of hope. It is safer that way, or so it seems. Yet reams teem of holocausts and atrocities, not simple exploitation. At the center of our moral beings is the treasue of love, the single most precious, pursuasive substance to transmute pain into compassion, to turn hate into love. So give it a mighty shove, not tomorrow, but today. What say you? Are you willing to love for world peace, to fight with love, not bombs that make tombs? Loving makes endless love. Without a worldwide outpouring of love, Earth, and all living creations upon it, will soon perish. "Perish the thought," you say. I say act now to help create Peace on Earth forever.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
 380° 
empty
i cannot stop this sickeness taking over
it seeks control and drags me into no where
i need your help i cant fight this forever
i know youre watching i can feel you out there
 357° 
Egø P r O f E T a
( ....? )
A bunch of screwéd up
Mentalities
Although..?
It's got to be reality that gets to challenge
each.. of us
Perpetually
And that's daily on the basis of
MORALITY
For they say that opposites attract?
But I say it's just a
Fallacy
But never mind me
For I'm just.. passively aggressively
Hypothetically
Speaking like I've seen it within a
Scenery
But no longer coping with the
Greenery
Too many.. trees for me
Oh well,
Just typically being a male
Who's mostly thinking with his
" Penís "
Still loosing focus?
For life is so hope-less falsely
Living
It just shows that a part of me is
Missing
Like
One of two.. Divisions
                        The Alpha  
                    &
The Beta
For the better half of me is a
GEN-IUS
And that's genetically.. where the
seed is
But man.. I am now
LIVID!!
Now thinking?
Like who am I supposed to be
If the best of me is left in a
History
That is not so..
Vivid
For I invision a circumcision
Ingenious
with incisions like a
Surgeon
I call it  I ( Eye ) surgery
One day rising like
a Phoenix
While still emerging from the
Infirmary
For the circumstance is just a
Test for me
But yet it seems to be in retrospect
dependently
The reasons why I'm torn in my
Appendix
While voicing my opinions
( Smh )
Just shows
That I'm wrong in my decisions
Which leads to no production
A Reproduction
Null in  Dependence
Now on a Mission.. but no
INDEPENDENCE
Well
Maybe I'm too independent of
the Vision
which dulls the senses
But only means / Division
Or simply..
A man who has never listened to any
Wisdom
Being quoted within a   sentence
The quota..             Distant
Or so it seems
I'm being cynical in   a dream
And my mind is..
                            # THE PRISON #

With subtle  Eyes
Depicted   Evicted
Unassisted in..
                              ⟨⟨ A PRISM ⟩⟩

Thinking that I might need
Medical Attention
In a clinic
while
APATHETIC
But it seems I'm just a heartless soul
within a torso  like
an Am-pu-tee
Which means I have no sympathy
Not EMPATHETIC
May be a manic depressant whose
OFF-SET
Or worse yet
Emotionally syn-thetic
( Like right now )
I'm hoping y'all really  Get it!!
And that's well enough to incline the
Message
You can now roll the credits
beyond my
Status   just to
Test it
So yeah,
I just thought I'd  confess it
Really a force of habit but no need to
PANIC!!
For I already know
And goes to show
That I fear it all the more
But yo..
That is just so
PATHETIC!!
Been on my own in this struggle for a long long time. So as of now, I'm putting it in the hands of the Almighty God. Yeah, the struggle is real but I'm not giving up hope that easily
 184° 
Qualyxian Quest
Disturbing, I know
Disturbing, it's true

I meant no harm
Lonesome view

This life unkind
Doo wah doo

Please let her find
Mystery:  Who?
 146° 
not a prognosis
my arm is numb
my fingers tingly

i think this must be
a friendly reminder of my
mortality

gently, i respond
"no need, sir
i am a walking
existential crisis

fear of death
and i are well
acquainted"
 145° 
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)
 131° 
Caitlyn Fletcher
I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me
 100° 
Julie
When life becomes not known to you
and wonder the times of tapping past
around the world of forgotten
To see, to know,
forever last

When life becomes a world not round
Spin to seek and search to grasp
one day the heavens sign will ground
With you, I look,
forever past
 86° 
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
 69° 
Ryan Monroe
The wind kisses my sun-red cheeks
Tiny sand pebbles tickle my feet
Droplets of sweat develop in sheets
Close my eyes and soak up the heat
The laughter of children fills my ears
The roar of waves washing away my fears
I take a breath, a smile tugs on my lips
Not future, no past, there is only this
 61° 
taylor styles
you told me i was pretty,
but you said i looked prettier on my knees.
 53° 
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.
 51° 
Jaxey
I ran over your tongue
like silk
or would you prefer
fine wine
You sloshed me in your mouth
tasting the way
I ripened with age
I danced with your taste buds
I thought I did well
but then
you spit me out
and decided you preferred
the 2010
 43° 
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.
 42° 
evelina
i've invited her to
a dark place i call my mind
and she stayed with me

i've taken her through
a deep ocean i call my tears
and she didn't drown

she's is happiness
she's light
she's poetry
she's my shadow
always there
she's the beautiful flower
in the middle of everything
she's my best friend
<3
 41° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 39° 
Dianah Kimei
You
see no fury
for my soul is barren
so dry as drought
il drain for love '
so frail' for warmth
il shrink within
one beating steadily
to fragile for heartbreak
to withdrawn for chaos
 37° 
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
 36° 
Brumous
I want to grow up,
for I am incapable to go back
and relieve the feeling of my carefree self

that I once enjoyed
 35° 
JesseK
There was a time when I wanted to heal,
when I wanted to be better, when I
wanted to pull the splinter from my heel.

Now, faith lost rug pulled from under, hope
rushing to the exit of a decomposing me,
I stand breathless and out of reach.
 33° 
Lucy
All the songs have new meanings,
Not all of them good,
I’m experiencing so many feelings,
I feel the artists emotions,
Inside my heart is screaming,
Listening to music is like picking a scab,
I just hope in time I will be healing,
Right now music is a jumble to me.
 33° 
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)
 32° 
artisticAR
She
Wrap her gullibility,
secure it with Charm
Leave it as forage,
for others to disarm
...amp...
 32° 
Eshwara Prasad
When two hearts moved apart, the schism became a chasm.
 32° 
Emma
Not telling me you care
Not responding
Not asking me if i’m okay
Never being the first one to talk
Not saying anything when I text you at night
Making me feel worthless
Making me hate my life
Lying
Making me sad
Making me feel like I care about you and like you more than you care about me and like me
Making me feel like it was my fault
Being the highlight and the lowlight (downfall) of my day
Letting me down
Making me feel left out
Making me cry myself to sleep
 31° 
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
 29° 
Yuri
A wandering heart like yours couldn't be tamed,
left broken is my heart with only myself to blame.
A beautiful mess you are,
a beautiful mess with a wandering heart.

It'll never belong to me,
tears falling hit the floor.
"It'll never belong to me!"
making me want it more.
 28° 
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
 27° 
hugging you
now I understand
boys and
promises are
heavenly poisoned
 27° 
Ruchira
All they want is a delusional truth ...
 26° 
Sal AK
When happiness fades
faster than a strangers smile,
Only love can make your darkness weak
and your burdens light
 26° 
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° 
Roshan
Only the brave are capable of caring
The coward cares only for himself
Living in fear behind a wall of lies
Fooling the world and himself

The brave speak and do from the heart
They know that in the end everyone must die

The brave lives for love
And the coward lives for money
 25° 
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
 24° 
Delmar Crispin
We have been at war, and I think you’ll never stop
Attacking me with feelings, and sharing all your thoughts

Incessantly they fly at me – into my field of vision.
Anger, sadness, shame and fear, now these things have risen.

I fought you hard through day and night, separating wrong from right
Looking for the antidote, I searched and searched, I talked and wrote.

But still you just
Stayed right here
In the dust,
No answers near

You have been my most faithful friend
I guess you’ll be here to the end
My ego, my ball and chain
This is the price of conscious brain

Perhaps acceptance I can find
If nothing else, see and know
The everlasting nature of your bind.

And press on.
 24° 
Ashly Kocher
Overthinking
Breaking down
Whirlwind of emotions
Falling down
Get out of your head
Your on the right track
Times may be tough
But YOUR STRONGER THAN THAT!
 23° 
Diana
You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.
NO BUT ONLY HAPPINESS.

Nothang but only happiness, joy to my life, she would be my wife my knife, I'd be her knight protect her all through the night and day long. Sing her the sweetest song. Believe me you mean the world to me, and I really want you for me, yes for only me, myself and I. Loving you till I die.
#C9fm
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