Hello Poetry

587°

Dennis Willis

censored

220°

Pola Berlinsky

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114°

David Lessard

To an unread poet.

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)

91°

Masha Yurkevich

Canvas

I'm
not
your
canvas;
you can't
paint over me.
My mistakes,
my life, it's whom
I want to be.
So go
_________
take your
_________
paintbrush
and your paint, too,
because I love my every
stain, and I'll keep every
color; red, green,
or blue.

By my every stain I mean my every mistake or misfortune, because I learn from each one of them.

I hope it looks somewhat like a paintbrush. I messed around with it, and the result is before your eyes.

#ill #keep #all #my #colors #red #green #and #blue #im

80°

ro

i do

i still love you.
i just never said it out loud.

49°

charlieboy

What God is to me.

I am lowly in stature, my message is this,
I try to be humble and greet all friends
with a kiss. I found out early that God
knows me whole. He is my blanket when
I'm tired and cold. God is my teacher
I learn every day. My language is simple
I watch what I say. He is my defender
when I am attacked. He is my provider
for the things that I lack. He gives me
wisdom when I need a guide. He keeps
me humble when I'm full of my pride.
He takes my defects of character and
lifts them from me. He sends me through
the fire and my spirit is free. I stand in
awe of my master, my teacher my
friend. He is my strength when mine
comes to an end. These are the things
that God is to me, he is eternal and
always will be.

48°

teresa nicastro

Voices of the Night

The sun goes to sleep and says goodnight

The moon rises high and shines so bright

Creatures awake from their sleep

From hiding places safe and deep

Cool breezes blow, rustling leaves

Voices of the night interweave

Remain in the shadows, so no one can see

Freedom to roam and be free

Crickets chirping,coyotes howl

Night time predators on the prowl

Voices of the night that want to be heard

Sitting in the dark, not understanding a word

Breaking twigs and crunching leaves

Sounds you can't believe

Voices of the night

40°

Jon G M

She Loved

Not understood she dreamed the impossible
Seeked the unknown

She wanted to be loved
Like art she was not perfect
But she touched you deeply
Being herself

Times could be difficult
Could make you scream
But she matured

She could touch you deeply
Parts of your soul that had not been explored

She loved desperately
All she wanted was to be wanted
To be no doubt who she belong to

37°

John Edward Smallshaw

Recycle bin

Before I even start
the words depart
and I'm left holding
'Rosemary's Baby'
okay
so maybe that's a bit strong
a tad wrong
I'll change it to
'left holding a fountain pen'

sadly the fountain pen is neither
gushing nor a fountain
and to tell the truth
if 'I climbed every mountain'
I'd be ******..oops fatigued.

things are getting mixed
She says
I need to get fixed and to
quit gawking at all the chicks
but to tell the truth
I really like
Kentucky Fried,

that'll do for me
time for a cup of coffee.

33°

Elliot

Us Suicidal People

We don’t see the carrots to be cut,
We see the sharp knife that could cut us.

We don’t see the bridge,
We see the other side of the railings.

We don’t see painkillers,
We see medication we could drown ourselves in.

We don’t see the train,
We see the tracks we could lay on.

We don’t see the nice view,
We see the cliff's edge we could jump off.

#suicide #depression #mental #illness

31°

Jamison Bell

It’ll be too late

I have this weird feeling that how I mattered won’t be revealed until I’m gone. And I can’t help but wonder why.
What good will it do me then?

29°

Lucía

fake it until you make it

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

#suicide #death #mental #health #hurt #time #feelings

27°

Emilie

nothing is as nothing was

In you,
I've found an appreciation for the ones I've hurt
I've found a new reason to scorn the stars
For all their bright, unwavering light
For all their fragile grace they scatter upon us
I've found no way to leave my winter bones behind
To make peace with the new, and growing
I've found no reason to move on
And too many to stop

23°

Heather

security system

what have you done to my heart?
installed a security system?
with lasers and alarms and flashing red lights?
I’m asking because
it’s perimeter is littered
with dead squirrels

22°

strawberry-cigarette

poetry

My words became
knives.
A paragraph,
a sword.
And when I
made
my first speech,
the room
                was
                        hit
                             with
                                            a
                                                    grenade.

17°

Melanie Jackson

scares

i suppose
i love my scars
because
they have
stayed with me
longer
than most people
have

16°

False Poets

when you understand my poems perfectly then

when you understand my poems perfectly then,

their utility is inutile,
their usefulness is, will. always be, in the

nth

reinterpretation, a million and still counting,
as long as you must guess at its labyrinth inner wired construct,
be pleasured by the roiled and rolled curves upon your tongue,
two lives (yours, mine), a paired wine tasting, we together,
believing in the greatness of joyous frustration

some say, as I do, the world is better for the
utility of thine own struggled understanding,
the truest combination of two way communication,
surpassed only by our at last armed embrace,
when at last we understand our mutuality of need and salve...

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3080271/how-the-world-will-be-when-words-run-out-of-their-utilitypradip/

#when #you #understand #my #poems #perfectly

16°

Ariana Bagley

A Reverse Poem

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.

15°

Thomas Wan

Love

Love is like taxis
They're everywhere when you don't need it
But nowhere to be found when you do

15°

Luna Wrenn

thief

you’ve stolen so much of my soul,
i’m still trying to remember who i was

#love #hate #relationship #trust #honest #thief #stole

14°

emnabee

The secret life of poets

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.

#secret #life #poets

14°

Jayantee Khare

You're good enough...

your pride tries to optimize
my persona, to suit your needs,
and if it doesn't, you criticize...
Yet, you're good enough...

your prejudice makes you
suspect even my good deeds,
and you demean me for them too....
Yet, you're good enough...

your control freakiness
makes you restrict me
even if i act right...
Yet, you're good enough...

your self centeredness
wants me to fit in the standards,
you define and ever-changing ...
Yet, you're good enough...

the veil of your hatred
doesn't let you see
my love and concern for you...
Yet, you're good enough...

Sometimes people have personality traits, difficult to deal with, but still they are good enough. Better to be grateful for their positive side

#personality #goodenough #traits

13°

HOPE

OCEAN MOTION

You say you're okay!
But the ocean within your eyes,
Articulate a different prose.

13°

misha

drunk on you

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

#hearts #mind #soul #girl #lonely #heartbroken #love #drunk #tears #cry

13°

Candlewood

We like each other, okay?

I don’t know how to love you.
He broke me down like
the longest math equation.
But, in the process of solving he found
no solution. Only lost numbers
memories stuck on the chalkboard.

You say you’re too broken too.
But now you’re here.
Confused and softened possibly
afraid.
Definitely afraid.

And in this moment my mind
flushed with all of the feelings I kept in
my little locked box.
The cherishment I have for you and the
care and want that come along with
you. I wanted you. I want you.
But my brain tells me I don’t.

So my words are broken but my mind
is made up.

I want to be with you but you
don’t want to be with a
f—- up.

I liked this boy for a long time. We dated for a bit but he didint like me so we ended things, we are still vERY close friends. I still like him to this day and I have since our relationship. He’s been really intimate lately and I set some boundaries because “he doesn’t like me.” I also don’t know how to have any sort of contact with anyone because my ex boyfriend was so possessive of me so now any physical contact makes me think that people are being romantic—which is obviously not the case. The guy I like is really touchy that’s why I put those boundaries. And today, he texted me and told me he now wants to go out, he didint ant to the first time because he had just gotten out of a breakup. But the way he said it was very vague. So, I didint want to asume anything, so I said “okay?” And he got very upset. Now I’m hoping things work out because I’m lonely and really like him. Let’s jsut hope my awkwardness doesn’t **** me.

13°

Max

Falling

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

What's the difference?

#love #falling #apart #him #her #he #she #begin #short

13°

rgz

Just be

Be like the rain
unafraid to fall

Be like the sun
shining light upon all

Be like the wind
helping others take flight

Be the brave new dawn
after the dark stormy night

Be all you can be
See all you can see
D all you can D ;)

#to #be #yourself #is #all #that #you #can #do

13°

haysia

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."

Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.

#love #yourself

12°

Solange Loe-Sack-Sioe

Hidden gem

The most precious gem is hidden in a piece of rock
Appearances are just that.
Treat me like a Queen and you become my King.

Shell ✨🐚

It’s not the way you look but the way you treat people that counts.

12°

Emma P

Sun

When I say
that you are my Sun,
I don’t mean that you are
Luminous,
Brilliant,
Gilded,
Beautiful,
Bold,
Warm,
Or even the center of my universe.
I simply mean that
I cannot look at you
Without hurting

#sun #love #heartbreak #crush

12°

Mark Parker

Falling Timber

A tree falls in the forest,
and it doesn't make a sound.

A man yells in the forest,
and local wild life forms a mob.

A man falls in the forest,
and he doesn't make a sound.

A tree yells in the forest,
and we all run like hell.

Because I feel like the tree that falls in the forest.

#forest #sound #mob #hell #yells #wild

12°

Morrie W S

questions

keep me in the
pocket of your jacket

love me in the
corner of your heart

dream of me in mantis shrimp
colouration.
think of me when doth
shatter thine heart.

if i could be
what i would need
myself I lose;
myself I dream

#self #reflections

11°

Sameera Krishna

Mixed-blessing

I'm a white rose,
with a black shadow.
I'm the moon,
with a black mark.
I'm the poetry,
with all painful words.
I'm the sky full of scars,
My heart is filled with love,
While my mind is haunting me,
My soul is Galaxy which feels empty in space.

This poem has published in a book, "Bloom"
On Nov.5th,2018 ❤️

#love #poetry #her

11°

Traveler

MAKE YOURSELF

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

#traveler #tim #contemplation #commings #incubus #instruction #rules #directions #help

10°

Madds

Remind me.

My trauma dictates that I will never deeply believe that I am enough for the people I love.

My fear of failure isn’t a perfectionist, drive to succeed.
It’s a smothering fear that I have done you wrong.

And I’m not sure if I’ve abandoned all self worth,
because it’s never made the ones I love love me more when I feel worthy.
Or if it’s been stolen, burnt, or smashed a million times over
and I’ve been stuck in a groundhog day loop,
Shuffling all the pieces into a dust pan with my hands.

What I’m trying to say is,
I can rebuild,
I can cut, rejoin, fade the scars away.
I can sit myself on the tallest tower,
Call myself a giant, the bigger person.

But I will never, never regain these segments of self worth when in 25 years a handful of people have continuously robbed me of them.
When something like that is missing, it must be substituted.
I need reminders… I am enough.

10°

thoughts well

Words Erased

To write words over and over
To explain what it feels to love you
To express what you mean to me

No words can be enough for that
And so I always end up erasing them

#love #words #feelings #emotions #romance #romantic #writing #short #simple #nothing

10°

be-no-one

Moon

it wasn't until the sun rose
that I realized
just how much
I was in love with the moon

#moon #love #sun #rose

10°

Carlo C Gomez

Mena Creek Falls From the Picnic Table

~
Another green world
reels them in

unfledged
lovers

they yearn
to be hydro-electric

cascading over
emerald and stone

floating along
with the water hyacinth

where they evaporate
but do not falter

in the naked spring
of continuously November

jumping off
a bridge above ecosystem

a new frontier
under their nose

as souvenir:
pioneers to the fall

and yet all they really
need to remember is

this is where they
first made love
~

#love #nostalgia #marriage #honeymoon #memories #water #australia

10°

Erin Nicole

I'm Just Tired

I’m just tired. Tired of being broken. Tired of being forgotten. Tired of being used. Tired of feeling lost. TIred of being nothing. Tired of fighting myself to eat. Tired of feeling empty. Tired of feeling alone. Tired of Tired of doing everything for everyone; But getting nothing in return. Tired of being pulled back into this dark place. I’m just tired. Tired of crying.. Tired of breathing.. I’m just so tired..

#tired #giveup #done #depression #anxiety #mentalillness #dark #broken