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Sheila Haskins
I dreamt of you last night
You were laughing in the light
I was laughing with you too
We had nothing else to do
We never looked ahead or behind us
Iโ€™d forgotten how life could be
Sparkling easy and free
Now I donโ€™t do very much
Routine chains me, keeps me in touch
With reality such as it is
I do miss you and the fizz
You were my bottle of champagne
In my dreams you will remain
I dreamt of you
Yes I dreamt of you.......

Last night
They say pain
makes poetry
so I wondered why
I hadn't been writing
then I remembered
pain is not what I'm feeling
it's what I'm yearning
in all this feeling
of numb
Becky Clark
The flowers keep wilting,
For they know that youโ€™ve gone.
They sing out their lonely, heartbroken song.

They long for your touch,
And care,
Breathing your water,
They thirst for your air.

They live out the days,
In their milky white vase,
Murky water subsiding,
Reflecting your face.
Asa Levens
Your love was a fire you lit only sometimes,
leaving me otherwise of its warmth deprived.
The emotional heaving of my chest
for the pain you caused me was best
expressed in the dark of night,
where you couldn't see my inner fight.

Your love was not just a stab to my chest
but a slow twist of the knife.
I was left to mend myself alone,
then perform as though I was brand new
every time.
A train sits idle
Driver turns off the headlights
Helps my night vision

Flying past cop car,
Headlights turn on in rear-view,
Turn off, I can breathe

Oncoming driver,
Flash my lights to warn them
Of deer or police

At small town train tracks
Car flashes brights at random,
Left me quite confused
She spoke to a captive world
Hearts and minds attentive
Words meant for change
A change for generations

Insight years beyond her youth
Ideals of a new narrative
One of peace and harmony
Thank you Amanda!
Blue flames sprout from a spark.
A toast to the cook!
Wood clothed in cold shinning silver.
White or red?
Stuffing the darkened, deepest pits ever.
I seek to relive my memories
That have been left
From us in the past
To me now
I will be complete at last...
Marie K
Forgive me Love,
For having taken you too lightly
Resentful to see you only
In the common desire
To group, to mate and feed the fire

I've begun to feel your discreet touch
In nothing, all and much
In seasons, hate and time
I see your love and give you mine
Love is bigger than just affection or passion
I know it wasn't what we both wanted.
But it felt like there was no other option.
I didn't want it to end us, but it felt like we were falling in slow motion.
A pit of emotions neither of us could comprehend.
Neither of us knew or could work out what we wanted.

But even if we're not as one, there's still a lot of love left.
I still see you in my mind when I close my eyes even for just a second.
It's sad that we couldn't figure out what we both kept doing wrong.
And I miss the way you looked and smiled at me, the way you touched and kissed me, when I laid next to you.

There's still a lot of love left, and I thought it'd be easy to leave it behind.
But I guess I was wrong, because I still want you til the end of time.

I wish we could make it work. The way we promised we would do.
Because there's still a lot of love left and will forever be for you.
Ashly Kocher
No matter if itโ€™s daytime or nighttime
The light is always there
Either by the suns rays or the moons glare
Reach the light
Look at stars,
They are so far
I catch a shooting star
to burn fire
in my heart.

I know what I want
In me, someone
tryna be number 1 #
be the only one
great as the sun.
I know it's so hard
a pillar wish to fly,
the winds wants to find
where it belongs.
Nothing will be wrong
to follow what we love
And I'll be strong
to reach the light.
I haven't written a poem for long time
in life there're a lot of things to carry and I was kinda confused.
I want to tell you how I feel
About what you really mean to me
But they told me love can tear you apart
And Iโ€™m not brave enough for that
Thomas Burge
I haven't wrote in a while and my words fell silent
But the war in my head still remains violent
I've changed so much and come so a long way
Pushing through day by day
I've missed these poems, they kept me sane
These poems I write take away the pain
Ellie Sutton
Only when
She wasn't enough
Did she realise
She would never be enough
And, for her,
That was quite enough.
Mr Shankley
I kissed a girl with a broken smile;
nothing could come near.
She carved it with a pocket knife;
slit from ear to ear.
And she wears it like her favourite scarf;
it keeps her from the cold.
So I told her its only woven by
her enemies of old.
I write prose
poetry to
I'm a product of
poor upbringing
Only LOVE can save Earth and all living creations upon it.

But to LOVE, one must first be loved. That is why it is imperative that the embryo must be loved. Then the infant, then the toddler, then the child, then the teenager, and so on.

If you have never been loved, or not enough, you will have problems, serious problems. But it is not too late to be loved.

I was not loved by my mom and dad. They had a terribly miserable marriage for 36 years. Neither was emotionally capable of loving me.

But our maid, Maggie Woods, bless her heart, loved me. Did I care that her skin was black? If you have a garden that is drying up, do you care if it rains?

Maggie loved me. She fixed me two poached eggs, grits (she grew up in southern Texas), and two slices of toasted wholewheat bread buttered every morning for years. She washed my clothes. If I needed a spanking, she spanked me. If I needed a hug, she hugged me. I could feel Maggie's LOVE.

My biological mother never entered my bedroom when I was in it. Maggie did.

I remember one incident in particular. I was a kid. I was sick in bed. I distinctly remember Maggie coming into my room with something to eat and a Squirt to drink. I had never drunk a Squirt before, but apparently Maggie loved it. (Maggie and Floyd, her husband, lived in our house in an apartment on the third floor.)ย ย The Squirt unconsciously symbolized her LOVE for me.

In my early 30s, I entered psychotherapy with Dr. Patricia Norris at the famous Menninger Foundation. We used what I was to refer to as "unguided" imagery. (Most refer to this modality as guided imaginary,) I worked with Pat, as I came to call her, a long time.

In short, the way it worked was that as we sat in our chairs, we both closed our eyes and waited for something to come into my mind, which I then would share with Pat. The long story was that Pat became my surrogate mother. We experienced many loving moments in our "unguided" imagery. The LOVE I felt from Pat, though through imagery, was real. I was finally and fully loved, and that made me who I am today.

Hate is not the opposite of love. It is the absence of love. Those who suffer from the paucity of LOVE unconsciously try to compensate for its dearth through becoming wealthy, then mega wealthy;ย ย by garnering fame;ย ย or by accruing power. None works.

But LOVE works. The more of it you share, the more you have to share.

Earth suffers so greatly from the lack of LOVE that it is dying. But even if one human being feels love, that love can spread like wildfire.

Let's hope the wildfire of LOVE spreads over Earth entirely and soon.

It is utterly plausible that it can happen.

It's only love
no reward required
Tell it like it is
this is your story
your life your truth
let them hear your heartbeat.
Tingles up the spine
Air fills up the chest
Vision tunnels in
Mind to oblivion
Jon York
Inside you

is where I want to



within the folds

of your mind


the sweet softness

of your soul,


as I release my love

deep within you.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  Jon Yorkย ย  2019.
Ankita Gupta
By design, you put roof over me
By nature, I need the sun
Michael Angelo
I long for your voice.
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
ย ย Not a single!
Exclamationย 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
Strange, the Hellopoetry computer demanded I put two stars on this poem to repost it to the front page... But it was worth it, itโ€™s been on here for over a year now, I appreciate it Elliot.

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
Dear me,
Don't just sit
Rise, and pursue greatness.

Don't just watch
Go after what you want.

Don't just exist
Strive and start living.

Don't just dream
Work hard and aim for success.

Don't get tired
Keep hiking until you get to the peak.
looked for
love in
closed lips;
being deaf
to all the
rest calling
her name.

Why do we always love what we canโ€™t have?... #D
i canโ€™t commit to anything
can i?

not people,
not plans,
not schedules,
nor times,
i canโ€™t even do a daily write daily.
mother, mother
causing me shame
causing me blame
causing me hate

i just want to stay away
don't want to be near you, (no)
don't want you touch me (gross)
don't want you to love me

what love do you feel anyway
all you do is cause trouble
i try to get close, (you push me away)
in a way you don't know

i only want love (from the one who gives me the most pain)
your love isn't the same

his love is addicting, his love is uplifting, his love doesn't exist, his love is a lip sync (i only want his love)

[THIS LOVE is sickening, THIS LOVE is addicting, THIS LOVE gives me THE MOST PAIN]

[THIS LOVE is not seen, THIS LOVE is everlasting, THIS LOVE makes me insane]

i know it's not his love, i know it's not his love
it's my love, it's my love
it's not all your fault because, because
i've loved you ever since, it's my love

his love is my love, his love is my love
he doesn't love me, his love is my love
his love is my love, his love is my love
his love is my love, his love is my love

his love is addicting, his love is uplifting, his love doesn't exist, his love is a lip sync (i only want his love)
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย (i only want his love)
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  ย ย (i only want his love)
i only want his love ๐Ÿ’”
Andrew Gomez
Be a sunflower.
Turn towards someone.
Help them.
Guide them.
Nurture them.
Your warm radiating energy will do.
Hug them.
For they need it.
I am the deep, the sky in reverse
I have what you seek, for better or worse

I am the blue of infinite depth
I've swallowed the crews and cleared the decks

You are afraid or maybe intrigued
Of the place where you played and also was freed

Kiss me now like you did before
Give me your vow and the ocean is yours.
You have yet not seen me at my worst
Nor have you seen me trying my best
You just met me seconds ago
And already termed me as a nuisance.
I know you.
Sometimes you say things, expecting that I wonโ€™t understand, and I think itโ€™s strange because
I know you.
Thatโ€™s what this is. I know you,
And I want you,
And I care about you
Donโ€™t want no one else.
You might not know me,
The stanchions you use to prop yourself up eating all that I have fed you,
In the darkness,
In the night,
But I know you.
And I want you anyway.
Theyโ€™d waited too long to say

โ€œI love youโ€.

3 words. 3 syllables.

Yet they held millions of emotions unspoken.

and now that theyโ€™d done it, they wouldnโ€™t,
couldnโ€™t, stop

they told each other all the time. In the end of the argument and before the good news.

In the middle of the storm, even though it was hard to see, and after, when the raging winds had settled on a breeze

before the rising sun turned the sky pretty colors and after it flickered out and faded away into the dark

Underneath the stars that their love had been etched into

There was no love until death for them. Because it would never stop. Their love was beyond. It rose above any border that would dare to try and stop it. There was no finish line

because they were each otherโ€™s end game.  
Crystal Freda
Why is poetry dying
when we still have the gift?
If we still have water
then we still have a ship.
We can sail to the places
these words take us.
We are still shaken
by the words that make us.
Why should we let poetry die
when there is so much to explore?
If only people read it
and discovered more.
I poured myself
inside your cup
pretended to be tea
your lips pursed to the rim
burning kiss
bile churns
you forgot
I'm made of sins
a torrent,
strong, powerful,
we used to
above it all
now we
the whole ocean,
are you scared yet ?
i kind of am
when i
look at you
when i
feel the sea moving
around us,
when i
what awaits once
all the water
is gone.
can it be
can we even
an ocean,
will we become
the sea,
will we still
be a we.
when it gets too intense, sometimes
Seven Nielsen
Lift, and you soar,
scorn, and you lose,
cry. and you boar,
sing, and you choose,
good from the bad,
lark from the crow,
joy from the sad,
high from the low.
As the sun sets
The leaf sits up
Asking boldly
For the last light
This vulnerable leaf
Opens its heart
Instinctively surrendering
To love
Time heals all wounds,
Unless you're dead,
Then time stops and heals nothing at all.

Memories are left stagnant,
Fading with the passing of each day,
Then time stops and the memories are gone
Eloise Rose
Every flower I touch wilts
And decays
That is why I carry a bouquet
Of dead flowers
Because you cannot **** what is already dead
I am so sorry that I will break you but death follows me around
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