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written by me
I am but
one star
in the
that you
I am but
a rain's
it is
the ocean
that you
need to
swim in.
upon me.
and jump
within me.
I long
to be
for thee.

written by me... ..
Crimson Falcon
one day you were all I taught about
and the next you weren’t
I’m letting go
I’m moving on
Traveller in time
Is It the candles light that haunts you as I look into you’re eyes ?
the softest touch that you see that creeps ?
Is it my smile that you find hard to look away ?
or just the blosoming sunlight that just got in the way ?

For the love I have for you is genuine,
not a gawdy fun affair ,
where the flowers to much and the one I left in you’re hair ?

Does the ring on you’re finger given to from another fine outlandish man ?
for the smile you had has vanished,
you’re eye brows are raised ,
the candles gone out now with a sweet puff of you’re cheeks erased .

The wax is long ,
my time has gone ,
my carriage waits ,
Outside the mansion gates .
No sooner the sound of the cloperdy clop ,
and the whips cracked ,
the Avenues of trees I see before my eyes ,
I look back and hear you’re cry .
i write tragedies
not sonnets
i'm as dark
as the night
my soul
holds sadness
is my aesthetic
and cheery
is not in my vocabulary
Shi Em
before i wouldn't dare to imagine walking these streets alone,
yet now i somehow find solitude being on my own.
Apple on a Rose
I'm done. I was hurt. I foolishly cared. Now I dont.
Nikki Danilov
it all is well.

traveling hands.
mumbling mouths.
shaky knees.
short of breath.

immobile thing.
God, I know it is useless and dumb
But I can't stop my thumb
Scrolling down her newest pics with her pretty face and pretty laugh and pretty eyes
I see how u see her
And it is not like I don't care
I bet u didn't think of me
when u lost my kiss on her lips
With ur hands warmed by me
on her pretty hips
And sometimes
I think that I found her smile in your eyes
no matter how hard
these winds blow and shake me
i stay  r o o t e d  with the Earth

storms exist to awake me
still one of my favorite poems i have ever written <3
This here is my truth.
It's raw, scarred flesh
A disgrace to look upon,
But this maggot-infested truth
Is mine.
Yours, my sweet-tempered lover,
Lies elsewhere,
In the midst of glorious joy
That everyone longs for.
Your truth, my honey-eyed darling,
Is one to be accepted with open arms,
Unlike mine
Which must be accepted only under the harshest conditions.
This is my truth:
I am not who I say I am.
There is a star under the moon
It looks like the star is under the moon
I like to imagine it that way
It's beautiful


I love how close they are
They're so close
Just two reaching hands away
Like lovers separated
By two metal fences
Two different sides
To two different worlds


You are so close
Just reach
Just touch
Just love and be loved



But this is reality
You're far, far away
Beyond two metal fences
But of two different sides
Of two different worlds
The sky is beautiful tonight.
Tony Anderson
I am not a puppet on a string
I am not a dog on a leash
I am human I am me
I am my own person
With my own feelings
Please do not try
to control
My life
Peter B
Her eyes
reflect my moon.
In her eyes
it's always full.
Rama Krsna
the nectar of love
only comes with
the poison of pain,
for the exorbitant price of one

at the chasm
of life and death
destroyed by love
grief remains
as life’s sole friend

the memories of love
belong to time
and this aging body
to the five elements.

© 2019
When we think about the future
we are weighed down
by problems not our own
with a need for solutions
and hopeless debt

Our generation is left with
more loans and less degrees
specialized jobs and old issues
hateful ideas and new love

When we think about the future
we can see a new age
filled with technology
and so many bright dreams
crushed by this flat world

Our generation is left with
heads bowed to a screen
for hateful comments we see
and kids afraid of what
they really want to be
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m ****** –”
I know it sounds ******,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
Both can ****
        The only difference is
                      Cigarettes shatter lungs
         She shatters everything

            I remembered the first moment
my lips pressed the filter
     as I lit it up breathed it all
                savored every smoke
       as if we covered up painful lies
        in a container of painkillers

The same way  
we used to pressed our lips
     sparked something between us
           savored every moment we had
    as if our love was a rose
               in a valley of tulips
Jenni Littzi
Not long ago I was lost
Others, past lovers
They came with a cost
Leaving me distraught
And then came you
Straight out of the blue

I found proof that heaven exists
In your arms is a calming bliss
And I don’t want to miss a second
Of your love, you’re sent from above
Forever can’t wait, you’re my saint
Eternity is fine with me, bliss endlessly

I do thank God I found you
‘Cause what we have is true
Nothing can come between us
I’m just all about this here love
Because you came into my life
And now I believe that I ...

I found proof that heaven exists
In your arms is a calming bliss
And I don’t want to miss a second
Of your love, you’re sent from above
Forever can’t wait, you’re my saint
Eternity is fine with me, bliss endlessly

In the after life, I’ll still be by your side
They call it “ride and die,” that’s no lie

I found proof that heaven exists
In your arms is a calming bliss
And I don’t want to miss a second
Of your love, you’re sent from above
Forever can’t wait, you’re my saint
Eternity is fine with me, bliss endlessly
The voice in my head
screams I'm better off dead,
that sleep is the way
to stop this never-ending day.
I wish I could tell you
that life will get better,
but 19 years of sorrow
predicts a sad tomorrow.
i hated the way we couldn't walk away from each other without leaving wounds.
Jyacinth Fall
When will our eyes meet?,
when our souls would intertwine,
When will you be mine?
a senryu
the dirty poet
i see the flyer at starbucks

"are you caucasian?
without mental health
and drug problems?"

i don’t know the answer to any of these questions
is a jew a caucasian?
is the occasional *****, ****-slamming drunken rampage
a drug problem?
as for mental health
i’m a deadbeat poet and unpopular pop musician
i’ve got a job fighting death and boredom
and i just changed my facebook password to "eat ****"
my frustrations have driven weaker souls to homicide
but are these PROBLEMS?
Ashly Kocher
Spread your wings
Jump into the ocean
Talk out loud
Dance with the angels
Be carefree
Stay weird
Be who you want to be
Build a fire
Watch the embers drift away
Smoke billowing, hugging you keeping you safe
Become one with nature
Catching fireflies
Laying on blankets under the dark yet bright sky
Getting out of your own head
Not a care in the world what anyone has said
Standing up for what you believe is true
Laugh love
But most importantly
George Raitt
Portraits row on row
Display early British and
American art.

Notable old men,
Newly weds, and families.
Pinned like butterflies.
Chandler Ames
the pen is still mightier than the sword
the keyboard yet superior to the grenade
and the internet is the bloodiest battlefield
upon which my eyes have ever gazed
Let the  heart be your guide
Feeling connecting
The  life experience
Be your path
To reach to
The destination
JR Falk
so I noticed that we both drink coffee.
just like anyone, we both like ours a certain way.
i like mine sweeter, with just the aftertaste of coffee there.
caramel, sugar, creamer.
i think about when i’ll have my next cup, and the idea of it alone makes me happy.
i don’t care what time of day i have it, i almost always have a cup.
i make time for my coffee.
it might be safe to say i think you like your coffee black.
you might add just the smallest touch to soften its bitter taste, but never too much.
sometimes i think you just pour it and carry on, as though it’s nothing important at all.
as though all it is, is just some quick fix.
like you just want to get it over with.
we drink it in two different ways.
i drink it slowly.
i note every flavor in every sip, i enjoy it.
i note the warmth it brings me.
i like it all hours of the day.
you drink it quickly.
quicker than me, at least.
you don’t care if it burns your tongue, or perhaps you’re used to the pain.
you accept it.
you never let it last, you move on to something else soon after.
i lay in your bed, watching your eyes as they skim the screen in front of you.
your mind is somewhere else.
i savor the moments you look my way, if even for a second, and smile at me.
i wonder if you even notice them.
i feel your laugh vibrate my bones, making the hair on my arms stand on end.
do i make you feel at all?
i reflect on it every time i drink my coffee.
i think about it with each and every sip, taking my time.
something tells me that you don’t do the same.
after all, it's just coffee.
but i put my all into this coffee.
i think you like your coffee black.

im actually drinking coffee rn. rip

your birthday
is away by two
silent minutes


I want to
wish you. I really do.
there's this hurt
which makes me
doubt everything
which has happened.


keeping all
the pain aside
I breathe slowly.

s l o w l y typing the
I was just a story you could tell,
Stir him up, get him mad as ****.
You didn't love me, that I know,
Only went places you knew he'd go.
When we made love it had to be rough
Vanilla don't upset him quite enough.
He looked across you were all over me
Fast forward a little it's him you'd go see.
Then you'd call me up all out of the blue
And all I could say was 'now what did he do?'
Then I'd write you a poem, we'd meet up in the park
And you'd be back in his arms before it got dark.
A man once said
"Eyes are windows to the sole"
as the girl read the paper she said aloud
"........Well then I geuss now they know"
your fears are not here

the last time you met them

they told you
‘on your knees’

and you were

but then the fire
in your chest
started to burn
so fast

the lion in your breath
started to roar
no rest

and you rose
from your ashes

you left them

in that moment
you knew

‘now’ has no fears
I started writing poetry not a long time ago, but ever since I started I just can’t stop writing - the words are flowing in my mind as I desperately try to catch and put them together in a meaningful way. It truly surprises me to discover this passion and constant urge to write poetry inside me.

However, as I am new in this and English is not my mother tongue, I sometimes have trouble finding the right words, and have doubts whether what I wrote is good or ‘poetic’ enough, whether I should share it or not, and so on..

But here on HP, the support I received from wonderful people liking, loving, reposting and commenting on my poems has truly helped me gain my confidence and trust in myself and what I write from my heart

Since this poem is about facing your fears and leaving them behind, focusing on the “now” that doesn’t have any fears, just the pure moment itself, I wanted to share my experience of getting out of my comfort zone, facing my self-doubts and sharing what comes from my heart, in the hope of touching and inspiring someone somehow

Thank you to Hello Poetry and all the kind people here for your support and encouragement, it means a lot to me

ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
she was the moon
radiating the night sky
and dancing among the stars

you were the darkness
the shadow that waxed and waned
through the phases of her life

she grew to believe
that your presence
is what made her whole

but like the full moon
she shone brightest
without you

When I look at you,
I don’t see darkness
I don’t see rain
I don’t see pain

When I speak to you,
I don’t feel sadness
I don’t feel neglect
You always show respect

When I think of you,
It gives me strength
Because you’re so bright
My brightest light

When I dream of you,
I find myself in your arms
Right where I belong
Right where I feel strong

When I fell in love with you,
I knew it was true
Because you drowned my sorrows
And now I can see tomorrow
They’ll check your wrists,
But not your thighs,
They’ll check your smile,
But not your eyes
They’ll avoid the truth,
Believe the lies,
Nothing to sooth,
No reason to cry,
Our smiles are bright,
Eyes are a bit dull,
Wrists are clean despite,
The blade with an emotional pull,
And we’re emotionally unstable,
But they say that’s okay,
We are all a bit of a riddle,
But that’s the only thing we can convey,
And the world will open to swallow us up,
But that’s okay, at least our habits remain,
And when their arms finally open up,
We will show them the reflection they taught us to shame,
So we paint a smile with the color of red,
From the thighs they didn’t check,
And from our eyes we bled.
And they'll only understand,
When the noose hold us by our necks,
And if they had thought twice,

Maybe our eyes they would have checked.
Ariana Bagley
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.
Syv Elena
I've never worn dresses
until I was 21
It counts as one of my successes
That now I own a ton

Back in elementary
I only had one friend
I remember on thing he said to me

"If you were a girly girl this wouldnt have happened"

All this time
I always felt like a boy
All this time
I was one of the "bros"

I've never worn makeup
until I was 23
But honestly I just never brought up
That I thought I was too ****

I always thought I couldnt be a girl
Because I didnt have the body
I always thought I couldnt be a girl
Because I had no femininity

I always felt lost
Because I was always in between
But then the fog cleared up
When I found out about gender fluidity

It was the answer to my troubles
I never thought the moment came
I could finally put away my struggles
I could finally give it a name

Now everyday I wear a dress
I use makeup in excess
I finally have my feminine side
Which I had lost for a long time

I started to own myself
I started to let people know
That you can always find yourself
And learn as you grow
We loved each other
like no one has ever loved before.
Our love is pure just like raindrops
falling from the sky,
on to a White Lilly Flower

It was a contemplating combination.

Our love was pure just like a little girls
teardrops just passing by.

My dear sweet man and I
Flourished together.
Our love was like two daisies in a field
Always growing, always together
Now and forever.

One day out of the clear blue sky;
The rain was no more
and neither lilies nor daisies could grow in the morning sun.
Our love was done.
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