Hello Poetry

320°

Ash

16 days

a storm of smoke and flame
released by a violent, eldritch heart
ripped away from all I know
I watch the ashen rain
and the charred grey plumes
which tower over us
then nothing remains
by God.

california is a lovely state

#fire

229°

raphæl

language

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#dialogue #haiku #575 #image #poetry #music #language

120°

Kurt Philip Behm

Duodenary

Twelve notes…
that’s all there are
to captivate and swoon

Mozart
and/or Elton John
—July the same as June

(The New Room: September, 2021)

117°

kahel

Enough

You are my water,
overwhelmingly enough to drown me,
gently enough to cleanse me,
genuinely enough to save me,
You are enough.

For you, A. Everything~

90°

East Wind

Bad poetry

Collections of my disorderly thoughts
gathered together with knots
of my ample desire
to make sense of my everyday life.

I write poetry, however bad they might be, to help me analyze my feelings.

#badpoetry

61°

Felix Hackberry

18/9/2021

the most important person in our lives,
is not our parents,
not our friends, lover or our children,
not even yourself,
it's simply,
(ready for it?)

a person who you don't want to be

47°

Crow

Semblance

we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections

#poetry #mirror #reflection

41°

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)

38°

Eliza

Unsent

You are my unsent message.
The cursor blinking rhythmically,
With my heartbeat,
Waiting,
For me to hit send.
But I am not ready,
And I’m not sure if I ever will be
So I left it like that.
Unsent. Unseen. Unread.
“I miss you.”

#love #hurt #broken #miss #regret #unsent #message

33°

Ariel

Is this healing?

You messaged me today
I listened to what you had to say
My heart didn't hurt
You didn't try to flirt
You apologized to me
And said you'd like to see...
You'd like to see me and catch up
I said okay
I could talk to you today
Is this healing
Because I have no feeling
I have no feelings left for you

#healing

29°

Mims

Empty

Eyes are the window to the soul,

But what if,

You don't have one of those?

Cold

28°

Dev

copy and paste

You once asked me if I could ever describe you in four words, what they would be.
I finally figured it out.
"control c, control v"

i know letters aren't words but ohhhhh weelllll (:

28°

skye

aftermath

going home isn’t always
returning to a place.
sometimes
it is returning to yourself.

#growth #self #home #aftermath #freeverse

26°

Elizabeth Petersen

Light Between The Trees

The light between the trees
Glistens and glows
Creating symmetry
Moving in its stillness
Strong and wild
Grounded and expansive
Far away
Yet the warmth is seemingly close
Thank you
Mother Earth

9/18/21

23°

UnknownAuthors

Not for good POETS - DO NOT READ - NOW!

Tell your muse to slap herself
buy a gun and cap yourself
buy a farm then buy the farm
buy the sheep that spins the yarn

take your words and shove them!
take your birds and love them!
put nothing else above them...

not even air

tell your side to ready for battle
by some fencing and by some cattle
buy a ranch and buy the farm
shave the sheep that spins the yarn

Are you still writing poems in mom's bathroom? That is *******.

buying the farm - dying

yes i meant "by" in last stanza, which is meant to say that even poets who are clueless are not cattle...maybe we are wild mountain sheep? Please don't take this too serious because i have respect for all poets...i just can't relate to old thinking and lines. I know some will flip that switch and experience real life, which sometimes *****, but is still amazing in itself...much love

#poetry #muse #bluebird #bukowski

22°

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

21°

My Dear Poet

Mercy me

I want to say sorry
but there are no words
that carve out my apology
without chiseling at wood
set for the fire in hell
I sculpt with tired eyes
my need for your forgiveness

#forgiveness #mercy #sorry #pain

21°

Empire

Spinning

Sometimes
I want to spin
Myself into a
Hurricane
Just to
Feel
The
Calm
In
The
Eye

Because without the storm, how would you know what calm is?

#calm #storm #eye #peace

20°

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

20°

Lemon

Theres a garden in my lungs

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Time goes by
And I miss you

Just like me
The flowers grew
But soon they wilted
Just like you

You were sweet
This I knew
Like an addiction
I loved you

Now the roses are dead
The violets are too
The garden's all gone
And so are you

Your flowers died
I did too
Because all along
I was you

I wrote this a while ago when I had a crush on someone and it was literally crushing me. This is pretty metaphorical, but it also has a bit of literal meaning. It's a mixture of my feelings towards the person I liked and how I felt towards myself at the time.

#love #hanahaki #flowers

19°

memoona kazmi

confession#6

i want to hug you the way,
winnie the pooh hugs the piglet

#hug #you #tight

18°

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.

17°

Mar Orellana

Dust.

I know you won’t read this
and I know you won’t care
but I will tell you what it was like.

It was blurry.
it was slow
but time was running fast.
It was dusty feet
and dusty souls.
It was feeling nothing
and then all at once.
It was hating you
to drown the urge of hugging you.
It was writing a poem
and post it
wishing you will relate to it.

But who cares,
you don’t.

May 2017.
I wrote this instead of telling you, even though you were there, dancing next to me. And we were made out of poison, finding new ways to hurt each other.

#dust #pain #frienship #love #heartbreak

17°

ConnectHook

Pro-semitic Verses

Remove the EL
from GOLD
and you get . . . ?

99.9 % PURE DEITY

https://evidenceforchristianity.org/is-the-hebrew-god-el-just-borrowed-from-canaanite-deities-is-yahweh-derived-from-the-caananite-god-el/

16°

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

16°

Brandi the Brave

Sleepy feeling

To feel weak, to feel tired, to be unbalanced from an unknown force and the pulsing in the gut.
It's a sleepy feeling as if the pain in the gut is dripping every ounce of energy through blood.
It's want to sleep for an eternity but stay awake so I don't miss anything.
Maybe it's because I had a panic attack yesterday.
Maybe it's the sugar cravings.
Maybe it's my mood swings being more restless than I am.
Maybe it's me being more weird if that's even possible.
It's strange being medicated when period cramps are present.
It's strange how my emotions feel stronger, sharper and more intense than usual.

It's my time of the month. So my period started and I wanted to put words to what I feel.

#womanhood

16°

Rebecca

Excluded

I hate her.
And her.
And her too.

Any of them.
All of them.

Because they hurt you.
Because they left you.
Because they didn't have any idea
what they had
when they had you.

But mostly because
you felt for them
what you don't for me.

16°

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

16°

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 #cccommings #incubus #instruction #rules #directions #help

15°

Cherisse May

waters

test me
my waters have remained constant
rippling, reaching
as far as the eye can see
into the horizon; the water surrounds me
my knowledge is useless
when drowning in these waters;
i can only flail desperately
as my movements create ripples
out into the open sea
all these efforts
all in vain
all in my vein
blood rushing out
like the sea, light then heavy
then strong
like the sea, with a strong smell of salt
this time, the waters are red
and they reek of iron

test my waters
they’ve been stained crimson
with my lifeline

exam week got me in a bad light

#self #harm #waters #test #lonely #fight #battle #drown

15°

P A R Á D E I S O S

Discernment

You say
life is
meaningless

I say
that’s the only way
you can give it your own
purpose

#meaning #meaningless #purpose #life

15°

RobbieG

One

17 years old
he was still
a kid

Raised by the streets
his mom worked 3 jobs
to barely make ends meet

No male role-model
for him to look up to
if only he did

17 years old
the court said
he was a man

One bad decision
he will now live with
for the rest of his:

LIFE-SENTENCE

14°

Gods1son

A flower

You are a flower
Far too beautiful for me to pluck
I will come to your site everyday
Just to adore your sight
I'll leave you in your natural habitat
I cherish you
But I won't be selfish
I'll leave you for others to behold also
Utmostly, I want what's best for you

When you cherish something, don't destroy it in an attempt to make it yours!

#flower #respect #protect #value

13°

Traveler

LIGHT

I’m not a guru
nor a teacher
I’m only a light
when your dark
and cold!

13°

Mykenzie

Unwritten

So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough

13°

Aishu

The wait

The wait
Is teaching you patience

12°

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

12°

Victoria Jennings

Bury the truth

And I hate you

Not because of all the ways you broke my heart

But because the way it still flutters over you.