Hello Poetry

361°

maria

3a.m

All this sadness
and no one to
share it

yours, marie
Written on January 18, 2022

231°

Heather

if I could go back in time

I never know when to leave,
he told me once

if I could go back in time
I would tell him,
never

the tougher question
is when to arrive

200°

R

beaten

i am a boy
just a kid from the
shadows of towns
i was brought here to this
everlasting cage
struck more times
you dont even know my crimes
you'll just wait to see my heart
finally die

164°

Guillaume Apollinaire

Annie

Sur la côte du Texas
Entre Mobile et Galveston il y a
Un grand jardin tout plein de roses
Il contient aussi une villa
Qui est une grande rose

Une femme se promène souvent
Dans le jardin toute seule
Et quand je passe sur la route bordée de tilleuls
Nous nous regardons

Comme cette femme est mennonite
Ses rosiers et ses vêtements n'ont pas de boutons
Il en manque deux à mon veston
La dame et moi suivons presque le même rite.

129°

Brooklyn

Music

She keeps songs
locked away in boxes
like secrets.
She will take them out
like postcards
to help her remember
the feeling of
a different time,
a different person
by her side.
She likes the one
that makes her
eyes close
to see the lights.
She smiles at
the one that
makes her stand
up on tiptoes,
the one that
helps her forget
she doesn’t know
what to do
with her hands.

The tune
will carry her.

Like it did
the times when
voices broke
like a heart.
When instruments’ strings
would snap
and hurt.

#escapril #escapril2019

68°

Sarah

then I will sleep forever

our lips will never meet
nor our fingers intertwine
and so bless my dreams
for indulging what's not mine

#crush #unrequited #indulge #dreams #wish #love #heart #break #desire

55°

Yonah Jeong

to human

talent
is a gift,
not the production.

41°

Reese Weiden

Yen

i think there's a peculiar beauty in sadness
not the frowning, shallow, petty sadness
i mean the heavy, consuming, profound sadness
the type of sadness that ingrains itself in every aspect of life
devouring all light and pureness with dark veins of pulsing grief
but,
there is a beauty in that.
there is a special beauty in heartbreak, abandonment, grief
because you cared
a lot
and enough
for it to hurt you stab you destroy you
when that love was gone
there is a strange beauty in the way your eyes leak
for whispers of the past, an escape from the present, for salvation from the future
you can plead you can beg you can get down on your knees and sob, but,
there is a beauty in you that will never cease

33°

Loser

Scars

Things wont be the same after this.
I know that they weren't for me.

It takes time for these things to heal,
and it leaves a nasty scar.

But it's a scar you wear with your family,
It's a scar that keeps you strong.

Know that the sadness is okay,
know that I am never far.

This one is for you. I hope you are doing okay... I really, really hope that you are holding on.

#sad #hurt #scar #love #life #death #hope

32°

m h John

narcissism

i spent my life trying to please
someone with a twisted disease
i broke myself down
and tucked my feelings away
to become the person
they wanted me to be
i let myself be watched
through the glass of a two sided mirror
of a sociopath
i wallowed my spirit away
and begged for acceptance
but there’s nothing in the world
that i could do
to let the narcissist know
that i am human too

the only thing that can please a narcissist is being miserable

#narcissistic #narcissism #acceptance #realize #human #sociopath

31°

Sydney Rose

11:11

my one wish is
to find someone
who sees the world
as beautiful as i do
with their mouth
preaching poetic beauty
as i have once did
to all the boys
i have loved

30°

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)

28°

Nêijî

?

Loving you was a great idea
But baby,
We forgot that God has better plan.

28°

heyo

There’s only so much a poem can solve

If you’re the one that’s so concerned about the world ending
Why are you trying so hard to bring it to it’s knees?

26°

Sharmila Juliet

She Is A Poem

She is a poem of his heart
He never disclosed
In front of anyone.

#she #poem #he #heart #never #disclosed #love

23°

imperfectstranger

bad timing

love was made for two,
but not us two tonight

21°

Josh

Seasons Change

You were born near the warm ocean,
grew up around there,
With your clear acrylic smile
and sun-kissed blonde hair

I, the winter cold
More north than I can remember,
We met that day you visited,
a brisk chill, that December

We drank and danced,
while the years passed over
Argued and grew apart,
our greatest fears, now sober

My memories of you, once treasured
Now, faded
as sun deprived lands complain,
Forever, jaded

19°

gayatri

first date

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̴͓͋́͑̅͒̊m̵̭̈́̋́͊̄͘o̸̮̫͇͉̍͛̇̅͂͒̑̕r̵̳̹͚̺͚̂̆͝ë̶͇̗̺̬͍̖́́ͅ ̵̘̙̣͉̏̇̂̏͐͑͑ͅs̵̲͔͛͋̈́̾̉̊̏͛̓͆k̴̯̳̞̪͕͂̆̌̈́͘͝͠ͅì̸̧̢͈͖̖̠͉̖̫̐͗̃̏̿͑ͅn̴̘͍̤̳͓̙̲͍͕͋,̷̲͈͆̈̈́̂̑̓ ̸̭̩̭̲͐̆͊̓̑͌͜
̸̡͍̬̺̬̜̙́̈́̈́͝m̸̛̥̳͛̃͝o̶͓̔̏͗͋̄͌̓͝r̸̯͉̤̣̠̗͚̜̬͂͜e̶̛͇̩̯͔͓͕̹̝̼̓̐̄͊̌̃̈́ ̷͕̾s̴̨̮̰̠̦̞̖̬̤̪̅̏̿̾į̶͚͓̈̎̋̄̀͂̓̇͝l̸̡̹̯͑̓̐͊̈́͆́͌̚͝e̵͖̰͑̎̿͒̒͠͝n̸̨̛̫̹͍̑̋́̚͝c̵̛̳̤̻̞̠̲͎̖̯̓̎͌͝ē̶͇̟̦͖,̸̧̘̦͔͔͚̙̼̳̤̿͂͘͘ ̶̻̘̼̞͗́̍͋͠͝͠
̵̙̜̀m̸̝͒͒͐́̔̉̎́͌ͅo̸͕̙͕̭̮̟̱̠̒̆͌͗͗͆̕̕r̷̹͎̈ẻ̶͇̜̮̦͒͌̊̾ ̶̖͍̪̩̪̥̺̾̏̐̿̈s̷̡̼̲̈́ͅͅi̷̗̇̃̀͌̓̉̃͝n̶͕̐̓͆́̄.̶̧̖͈̮̲̲̺̜̦̈̄͐̎̔̆͠͝ͅ

take me out.

19°

Eryck

In This Life

There's Wishing it to be
       Wanting it to be
                 and Hoping it to be.
But instead
       Here's how it is...
                 It's REALITY.

It doesn't mean you should stop
wishing
       wanting
              hoping.
Because these are the desires
that keep us
      going
            flowing
                   forward.

Don't forsake it
       fake it
              or forget to take it
this striving in life for meaning.
        Remembering...

REALITY is what you make it!

19°

Bryan Lunsford

A Rose

With this poem,
I sow a seed deep within your heart,

So if time ever goes,
And you are all alone, still, we are not apart,

Because like a rose,
I want us to grow into a beautiful piece of art

Morgan ❤

17°

ruqayyah

the best moment to write.

i find that i write the best
just after a fight
just after i've cried
just after the tears have fallen

doesn't matter what story it is
happy, sad, mysterious
funny, tragic, ridiculous
i will always write it well

because any story i write
after a fight, after i've cried
is a story that gives me the most comfort
because any fiction

is better than this.

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°

Sevki

Mindful

My Mind the prison.
My Heart and Soul prisoner.

The chains,
Anxiety and Depression.

My Body the canvas,
Mindful of my Oppression.

#anxiety #depression #deep

16°

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

16°

Deity Queen

Suicide Note

"Though it was at my hands, it was your weight that suffocated me."

16°

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

15°

Hannah Richburg

Cemetery

I thought if I could swallow the stars
I’d be as beautiful as the evening sky
I tried one night with fireflies
They burned my throat
Their legs striking at soft flesh
But my skin did not glow
No moon crawled from my eye sockets
I was left with corpses in my stomach
I soon learned I would only ever be
A cemetery

#beauty #night #stars #fireflies

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°

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

14°

blackbiird

marriage.

nothing would make me happier
than to hold your hand for the rest of our lives
grow old with you
and watch our grandchildren play under
the magnolia trees in the summer sun.

#marriage #love #forever #relationships #happy

14°

Tom Dodd

Impermanance

It doesn't matter
if the glass is half empty
or half full
because it's already broken

14°

David J

I am a river

I am a river
My family built and maintains me
My parents the water fall
Pouring their love,
giving it to me in abundance
My brother the gravity
Pulling me forward,
Keeping the water moving
My older sister the path
Watching over me, giving guidance
My younger sister the fish
Keeping me company
Perhaps I can lead her to clearer waters

#river #reflection

13°

WaterSheep

Sunsets and you

Warm colors in the sky,
The burnt amber reminded me of your eyes.
A beautiful prize,
That I can't summarize.
As my gaze curiously wanders to yours,
Caught those gemstones looking into mine enticed.
With our sights aligned,
The sun kisses the ocean its goodbyes.
As the serene waves serenades the sun,
Pulling our heartstrings on a run.
As the dusk,
Melted into the ocean blush.
There,
Your rosy cheeks.
Brighter than any sunset,
Melted mine into a smile.

A memory I will forever remember
anyway i'm still bad at poetry but hope u enjoy it

#sunsets #emotions

13°

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

12°

Sarah

Tonight

Why do I crave
Your attention
This late at night
All I need
Is your breath
In mine
To stay alive

12°

Jennifer Powell

You

and I hope that every time
your mouth moves
to make the sound
of the first letter of her name

somewhere

deep down

in the back of your head

you hear my name instead

12°

charlieboy

the death of me

There is nothing in
this world that we
can get for free. Every
boy and every girl
were born with eye's
to see. While I was
walking down the
street a man did
approach. He asked
me for a cigerette I
told him I dont smoke.
later on that very
same man was driving
a brand new porche
it turned he was very
rich his daddy was a
morche.The moral of
this story we really
never know the score.
A little bit is not enough,
we all cry out for more.
So in time the man
died from cancer from
the cigerettes he smoke,
life can be a real big
game not meant to be
a joke. So remember
this suggestion do not
accept anything for
free. It may be the death
of you or maybe the
death of me.

12°

John Destalo

in too deep (love and physics)

I was falling
for you

the feeling of
being weightless

the sky and
the ocean are
blue

like your eyes

your eyes and
Einstein’s brain

are the depths
I can never reach

but I will drown trying
to reach either or both

11°

Julia

flower garden

together
the first flower bloomed
with her sisters
we watched it waver
as storms weeped
and weathered
we planted more seeds
of glowing hope
wishing, one day
we could see
it flourish
into a beautiful garden
we could explore
forever

#flowers #bloom #garden #hope