Hello Poetry

629°

Frances Raeburn

Know

You know
I don’t know
and revel in the not knowing
because the pain of knowing
would mean growing
into someone
I believe is
not worth the knowing

176°

Sam

Broken Minded

The tragedy is
there's a prison in my mind
all the thoughts that lurk there
are ones I wish were never mine
they etch into my heart
the scars I wear so bright

They whisper wicked stories
of things that never happened
or maybe things that did
things that shouldn't create ripples
in the current in my life
but here I lay in bed
stuck awake at night
eyes cutting blankly
through the nothingness of my cold and dark bedroom

#sad #tragedy #sorrow #sadness #broken #mind

81°

John Edward Smallshaw

Not fact checked

No change that I can see
it's just me being me.

Cappuccino
the Italian astronomer
drank his tea
unaware

but someone there
saw the
possibilities.

77°

Sakshi Balla

vain

It wouldn't matter now, would it?
Anything, anyone
Empty heart with a cluttered brain
Deadlier than the history
Livelier than the memory
I wish and wish if only I could hope
The float of the bubble , nowhere to go
Stuck in a limbo
In the casket , about to dig the grave
Empty, so empty i am, this is vain.

#grief #empty #sad

72°

sarah celia gentry

journey

if I were you
what thoughts would pervade
enjoining on a journey

56°

Nellie 55

Idk I've got no words

Somedays I just don't want to, but I have too.
I wake up with tears flooding my face. Doesn't help that I live by myself in this place. Alcohol in my fridge to bring in that comfort.
Winter falls and it's pure ice sometimes I wish I was in a desert.
Atleast I'd be dry and not frozen in this depression. Sis thinks I need a therapy session.
What happened to me?

54°

JR

One Lonely Night

I think a lonely night is made by you
Leave my high and dry
No consequence finds you
A whirlwind of questions
Why put my love in one place?
Where’s my green light to go?
Can’t you hold on to what’s enough?
Leave tonight or leave forever
Pick a fight or work together
My lover is not kind
And I refuse to be clever

This is a poem for those tortured by love.

#sad #love #torture #bad #romance #confused

43°

putiira

Laughing with your favorite someone

Laughing with your favorite someone
is just downright good
for the soul

38°

Kierra

I'm lost

I don't feel special,
I'm not unique.
I want to cry
but I can't even speak.
My hands reach out,
but they cannot hold
a single thing
but the bitter cold.
Everything's frozen,
I feel lost.
Even my tears
have turned to frost.
When I cut my waist
it bleeds black.
I'm so deeply gone
there's no way back.
This is goodbye

#depression #sad #lost #emotional #strong #cry #death #suicide #suicidal #hurt

34°

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)

30°

MuseumofSoph

Grammer

It’s quite funny to break the rules

Whether it’s through lyrics
or rhymes

Art is art despite the flaws

Stop making so many laws

This goes out to all my English teachers

#english #poetry #grammer #writing #art

28°

aspen wilde

tears

when you need to cry
the tears won’t come

#tears #cry

22°

Paradise of Fools

Δ

We could make a disturbing
poem that people might
mistake for high art

22°

Cydney Something

Empty-Headed Female

All I know
Is how
I feel

And sometimes I
Wish I
Knew nothing

20°

Lama

seclusion

stumbled upon your hideaway
an unexpected intrusion,
sunken heart I swallowed
hallucinating your shadow,

bluntly dismissing my worries
as my eyes fondly sought
a heaven within your cheeks,

softly blushing underneath
your eyes treasured me
oh, naive little me,

put a foot aside, darling,
undone love awaits outside,
fantasies blinded your soul
while I stood, earnestly
yearning to own your heart

18°

Brooke

Monsters

When I was little
I was scared
Scared of the monsters living under my bed
I used to hide, under my blanket
Under my blanket, I was safe
The monsters couldn’t reach me under my blanket

My parents used to say
The monsters would go away
I would grow up and that then they would leave

But I grew up
And the monsters didn’t leave
Turns out my monsters, grew with me
Now instead of under my bed
The monsters live inside my head

So I hide, under my blanket
Where I think I am safe
Wondering if after all this time
My blanket can still keep the monsters at bay

18°

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

17°

JKirin

Throw ideas around like fairy dust

Throw ideas around like fairy dust,
draw a seal from sentences, if you must,
summon demons and gods, see them fighting.
Witcher's magic – the process of writing.

about writing

#writing

17°

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

17°

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.

16°

Lyn-Purcell

Heartache

Smiling over tears
For grief cannot be outrun
Sky weeps over loss

Back again!
Geez, it's been ages. Still working through alot of things though. I dunno why but more often then not, I haven't been able to properly sleep / rest. And my mind has been taking several journies back to the past.
When I woke up, I felt a deep ache in my chest from remembering so many things at ones. Hence this haiku, I wrote it in my journal now and felt the need to share it.

Look, I dunno who needs to hear it but, please know that whatever stage you're in, even if you're really unhappy, you're doing great and while you're here, it's never too late either. Whatever grief you are enduring, outrunning will only do so much. Believe me, I've spent YEARS outrunning mine and it's done me more harm than good because I haven't processed and worked through it. You'll be better in the long run if you slowly and steadily make sense of your pain. It's okay if you crumble. But don't stay down for too long. Stand and walk through it. You owe yourself that much. ❤️🌹

Anyway, Ill be back soon. 🌹
Funny how a pen is always nearby when I feel I've lost my way. I'm still going to a terrible rut, feeling as if I don't deserve even that but I'm grateful none the less for the comfort it gives me.
Much love all, and stay safe out there.
Kind regards,
Lyn ***

#minihaiku #ache #grief #sadness #life #emotion #sky #love #freedom

16°

Francie Lynch

Get Out

I forgot the present.
I went back,
And watched a flower open
Yesterday.
Imagine.
There was banter and banging;
Strumming and keying.
I witnessed a chick breaking through its shell,
Hatching before my very ears and eyes.
After their picking and pecking,
Their scratching and scolding,
I cried,
Get Out!
No one is that good.

Watched *Get Back* and swooned over the band. No one person was ever The Beatles. They were a unity. Never to be seen again. So glad they gave us such timeless music.

#thebeatles #getback

16°

Jade

Overthinking

I’m really scared
Im loosing it
My fragile mind
Slowly bruising it
I think too much
Overusing it
it’s my fault
But I keep doing it

#lost #mind #mental #anxiety #depression

15°

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

15°

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

15°

Hooria Iftikhar

Blindness

Mister
I'm not sure how you don't
Appreciate
The wonderful wacky
Being that is me
I suppose I could try harder
But it's not my fault that
You can't see

15°

Mohannie

For The Person Who's Reading This

You're more beautiful
And more outstanding and bright
Than you'll ever know.

You're worth more than you'll know. Just a reminder.

#haiku #beautiful #bright #happy #kind #love #peace #hope

14°

Tyler Harper

core desire

i used to deny myself death
as i was learned inflicting it
  would send me to hell.

i guess it saved me

i still bathe in that wish.
counting as they slowly wilt away,
  my white pedals of ash.
   the reward of risking the whole flower.

14°

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

13°

Shamai

Writing a Poem

Today
I decided to write a poem
To put words together
In such a way
As to express
My innermost feelings

And I lost the words
And my thoughts drifted
And my computer keys stuck
And nothing came forward

So
Perhaps tomorrow
I will write a poem
To express my life
And for today
Perhaps
I’ll just go
Outside
To play

12°

Rue

Smile

And with a sincere smile,
she looked to the stars
knowing the future was worthwhile,
even, with a thousand scars.

#smile #scars #worthwhile #stars #star #smiles #scar #happiness #happy #bliss

12°

Thomas W Case

Nothing's Easy when you're Down

Saturn is in
line with
Venus tonight
but, nothing's easy
when you're down.
The clowns walk
around, dressed in
yellow; fast food smiles
and cheeseburger
souls, and nothings
easy when you're down.

The dancers with poles
and sadness, that Halloween,
fires burning...childhood,
perfumed dreams,
kind of sadness fills the
navy blue night.
I can't find the North star,
and the jack-lanterns lie rotting
in the streets of Nebraska
and Kansas, and the candies
all gone, and the kids wait.
And I can't find
the deep blue shirt I bought
at Goodwill, and Billy Burroughs
is filled with worms and earth,
and Bukowski looks at Satan
and says, "what do you
mean, we're out of whiskey?"

I've never been much for the stars,
and family and Thanksgiving are
painfully overrated,
and nothing's easy when
you're down.

check out my youtube channel https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wN63fddvsTI&

#pain #depression #sadness #providence

11°

fray narte

27th November

these days, emptiness is beginning to look more like a poem that writes itself. the irony is it is everything i can't be and everything i am

11°

Rupert Pip

gore

Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.

Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.

#love #gore #feelings

11°

Ann

sounds of the ocean.

keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e
                            s     all you have to

                                                                 l                  is to what the sound
                                                                 i            n
                                                                  s           e
                                                                         t

                                                                                             v
                                                                                        a        e
                                                                       of the  w               s

                                                                                                      tells  you
                                                                                                        to do.

"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.

#shape #poetry #feelings #thoughts #life #beach

11°

Elena

Orange Popsy

Her eyes were fiery
While her lips peeled away
Her sun was setting
But her colors never fade
When she bites she is bitter
But when she smiles she is sweet
Like a nectarine emblem
She’s the fruit of life’s tree.

#orangepopsy #nectarine #fruit #tree

10°

Axel

the art of moving on

I try to find art in a picture of the future—
but my fingers keep on tracing
each one of my past paintings,
thinking about how beautiful it was
when I colored them wild and free.

it was hard to leave you

#new #poem