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Like slabs of rock
fractured and flawed
over time and pressure
broken and thawed

Transformed by weight
below flowing sands
one day we realise
our flaws are diamonds
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Traveller in time
You might not remember my name ,
but i am still the same .
I am The bright sunlight before the morning cloud ,
the silence before the storm ,
the wicker and the worm .

I am in the bough of a tree ,
that whispers through its falling leaves .
that branch is used as a seasaw that will not break ,
or bow when you are out playing with you’re friends
The word that sharpens you’re tongue ,
before a sentence has begun .

I am the arrow that is plucked from you’re bow ,
that tells you’re target where to go .

For I am the oxygen you breath in the night ,
You’re unconscious thoughts and dreams,

I am in the rainbow that
that spreads far and wide ,
that tell the rain clouds
where to hide.

I am in the words “ I can’t be there “ ,
when that train pulls away ,
and you’re clasping thin air .
When the fumes from the train ,
fill you’re lungs full of smoke .
and the cabbie says “ no one else my dear?

And when you’re worlds full of sorrow ,
you’re lost in despaire ,
I will be the silver lineing when the clouds are still there .
I can be the ray of sunlight that beams from afar ,
that shines down on you’re coffin ,
when heavens doors are ajar .
Morgan Vail
these sheets so incredibly warm
wicked, yes, i think the window is shattered
like everything else in my writing, my
it is shattered
covered, tossed aside
i feel better alone
there is nothing of value in the present
i am the 5 am paranoia kicking in,
the work lying there on my desk
as time ticks past its due date
each line in the wood floor
watered by tears
there is
nothing of value
Soft and slow
Hard and fast
I fell for you
In future in past
Distance between
Inches apart
Breath to breath
Heart to heart
Silly nicknames
Lyrics sent
Secrets shared
All of it meant
Soul to soul
Laugh for laugh
My life is changed
I won't take it back
If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry
Earth , you are so


that we owe you  protection !
Slur pee
I make my own soup and I kiss my own boo-boos,
I tell tall tales about love, hell, and voodoos.

I cover up my sadness with jokes, smoke, and malice
Who knew living a tragic life could feel so lavish?

God and I have a pretty tight relationship
I talk to him every night when my fingers touch my lips.

I throw my bones at dogs and contort my soul for fun,
Chewed up, spat out. I’m just like everyone.

Its not your words that I fight
But you bury me alive
As rejection builds a home in my heart
David Lessard
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)
Dear Reader,
if you're reading this
it means
I'm dead
as a paper


to be etched
with the poem
I tried to write
so many times
when I was m-
Anna Banthedana
Νιώθω σαν να καταλαβαίνω πως είναι στα φιλμάκια που όλα γυρω από τους ανθρώπους γυρίζουν με ταχύτητα στο ρυθμό της μουσικής. Καταλαβαίνω πηγές ενέργειας και διαφανή κύματα είτε ήχου ειτε δύναμης να με διαπερνούν. Η εικόνα είναι πιο δυνατή, η μουσική χαμηλή ενώ πάντα συμβαίνει το αντίθετο. Ακούω καθαρά για πρώτη φορά ήρθε σε αυτήν την αδύναμη αίσθηση μου επάρκεια, τελικά οι άλλοι φώναζαν και με κούφαναν, ήθελα λίγο ησυχία. Πίνω αλκοόλ και σκέφτομαι το χόρτο ή μάλλον όσους μιλούν για αυτό, και μάλιστα παθιασμένα. Ισχυρίζονται πως βλέπουν τα ίδια πράγματα που βλέπω εγώ τώρα, αλλά εγώ δεν την ήπια ακόμη. Βλέπω ανθρώπινες τελίτσες στο πάτωμα είναι κόκκινες πράσινες και μπλε- το τζιν δεν κάνει τον άνθρωπο αλλά ο άνθρωπος το τζιν. Μακάρι το σκουλαρίκι σου να είχε μια τόσο αποτελεσματική όσο και κοινωνικά αθωα χρήση για εμένα και το χέρι σου που δεν ξέρω την υφή του να σηκώνε την μπλούζα μου για να φανούν τα πλευρά μου, που κάνουν πιο καλή την εικόνα μου. Μακάρι όπως λες στο 'σπίτι με τις μπάντες' να μπορούν να μπούνε άλλα σχήματα μέσα για να σπάσει το σύνηθες. Τα έχουμε δει όλα τα σχήματα ήδη, αλλά όχι στα ίδια μέρη και σίγουρα όχι μαζί σου. Μου φωνάζει να τα πούμε αλλά ακούει tangerine, μα τα δικά μου dreams μυρίζουν ροδάκινα. Δεν θα ξεχάσω τις χαιρετούρες απο όσους προσέχω και τα ανασφαλή κοιτάγματα κάτω όσων για τότε πρόσεξα. Έγραφα για να δώσω ζωή σε λόγια άλλων, μα τώρα ζω τα δικά μου ώστε μια μέρα να τα έχω έτοιμα να τα γράψει άλλος. Πολυτελές μαγαζι ή σπίτι στην ροτόντα δεν σου δίνει πάντα όσα θες ούτε όμως και πολύ λιγότερα από όσα περίμενες. Τα εκτιμάς και σε εκτιμάνε σου κάνουν κομπλιμέντα και τα παίρνεις αναμφίβολα. Είτε κάτι ανεβαίνει μόνο του , είτε πηγαίνουν τα πράγματα προς τα αυτό στην τελική μετράει το αποτέλεσμα. Αν το βλέπεις σωστά, η κάθε νότα είτε έχει χρώμα είτε της δίνεις εσύ. Μέσα στον χρόνο που βιάζεται να φύγει, διακρίνεις χέρια που κάνουν να σε πιάσουν και αντί να βλέπεις πίσω τους ουρανό βλέπεις μια άβυσσο.
it was the last time
you ever kissed me goodnight
the day the moon fell
Don't put withered flowers
in your cracked vase.
Indonesia, 20th April 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
The day came when my pen no longer
Wrote your name
Comes in many forms
When I was younger, I was told not to feel
"You'll just get hurt"
I listened

But then I see these people
Laughing and living

I disobeyed and felt
I was alive

But I should have listened
Now I'm hurt
Now I'm broken
Now I'm -
i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it









we name the colors






we name all the colors

there are too many

how strange

everything is strange









what­ strange names

Yesterday I cried to the moon
as she wiped my tears away
made my worries disappear
so I could sleep again.

Today I smile at the sun
and it shines back on me,
what a wonderful world
to be alive;
to be me.
On the 31st of April
My true love said to me
A fine piece of
Silver Filigree
On the 1st day of May
My true love said to me
You do know
There's only 30 days in April.....
by Jemia
All is Nothing
Nothing is All.

"Is"  is  "Is"
And  "Is"  is not  "Is not"
For "Is  not"   is  "Is  not"

and vice versa.
Or versa vise.

For versa vice is its own
vice versa.
to tell her of my victory;

Not show her my battles.
Drought meets water all around
j a connor
Red, green, yellow, blue
What are colours but a point of view
Caitlyn Fletcher
I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me
Sharon Miedema
Dragging myself outside, heavy neck and eyelids.
Music let's me fly.
You can fly with your eyes closed.
I float untill my body hits the ground.
i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much
self care is extremely important. most days I fight my depression by putting smiles onto others faces, but forgetting about my once bright smile.
I need your help
English is my second language, at times I tend to type
words the way I hear them and not the way they're spelled.
Please do correct me or question me when I write
something questionable.
In my poem Checkmate I wrote the word
"chess-board" wrong,
I had written 'chest-board' I got questioned
on another site and corrected the word.
I don't mind being corrected, it keeps me learning
I don't get offended.
Thank you!
taylor styles
you told me i was pretty,
but you said i looked prettier on my knees.
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

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
Be like water.
Be fluid and transparent,
And have nothing to hide.
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
She was a thrifted sweater and denim and jersey knit sheets
Pizza breath and red wine and toothpaste
Alabaster skin and knotted hair and freckled shoulders
A tangible dream and my favorite good morning
She agreed to let me kiss her and I agreed to let her slip my shirt over my head before she became
Blood and tears
"I trusted you" and "I’m sorry"
Midnight poems and a drunk "I need you"
I’m afraid I loved you like the way I wrote
My entire life,
I have been waiting.
For years,
Almost two decades now
I have been waiting.
For the better parts.
For the “soon”.
For my life to begin.
I don’t feel like I have lived.
In the nearly twenty years
I have been alive
And breathing
I do not feel
In any of those years
That I have been alive.
I don’t feel like a single breath
That I have taken
Has been real.
I feel as if
All these years
I’ve been stuck
Behind a window
Watching as my life unfolds
Before me.
I feel that
I have had
Zero control.
That I am in the backseat
Letting someone else drive.
That someone else,
Is writing on the pages
Of MY life.
But no more.
I will break that window,
I will take that wheel,
And I will write
My own pages.
My life has begun,
And now -
I’m in control.
Yesterday, April 8th, was my birthday. I wrote this poem two years ago, when I was 19 almost 20, and on my 22nd birthday I find that the website selected it as a daily and I have all these wonderful people saying wonderful things about my poetry. Thank you Hello Poetry, and thank you everyone else. This was the best birthday present I could have even gotten. (04/09/2021)
Poetic Eagle
It's the silence of the night that makes the thoughts of you so loud
Close in distance
Chani Goldstein
Rain drops feeding leaves
Deserts growing cold at night
Spiders spinning homes
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

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
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.
lost cause
if i wrote my future
all would be changed
from the way i was raised
to the thoughts in my brain
if i wrote my future
no love would be lost
so i’d stand right beside you
no matter the cost
if i wrote my future
i’d bring nothing but peace
and save you from sorrow
and the darkness that creeps
if i wrote my future
you’d still be here
but you wrote my future
and i did nothing
but stare
Come on boy
Can we let our bodies talk
I may not speak your language
But I know you want
But I know I want
So could we
Just take our time
Baby make me feel right
Maybe just this night
You were teaching me
for years
how worthless
I were

Now I walk around the world
my own lessons
of love
and forgiveness
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