Good morning, good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight.

I know I'm not relevant, I'm not dense, but I am more than 0's and 1's. So are each and everyone of you.
I know for many people this site brings comfort, peace, joy, and release from the outside worlds chaos and fear. I know that recently we have been having problems with the "502 Bad Gateway" error, and I have some unfortunate news.

I fear Eliot may not have a financial way to keep the site up much longer if we are unable to help. Hello poetry is unfortunately going down harder and harder as more people join and post, and less people are able to donate and eventually leave all together.

Please don't give up on hello poetry, help us to keep the place alive so more people can enjoy the art we worked so hard to create and share with the world.

I wish nothing but the best for you all, Please be safe in these scary times.

yours truly,

Sunny Semloh

in the morgue
name tag tied to big toe

the autopsy
naked to the bone

you may let out a last moan
but that will be death, making itself heard

Now I see why
I couldn’t speak about you
in therapy.

I knew you were
a big part of what happened,
but I simply couldn’t
speak of you directly—
not the way I wanted to.

I think my mind,
smarter than I ever imagined,
was protecting me
from a truth
I wasn’t ready to hold yet.

But the Universe—
God—
this Force,
is guiding me
to see the truth,
to give me clarity.

If I had known before
what I know today,
maybe I would have ended my life.
Maybe I wouldn’t have endured.

But in just one month,
I’ve had a surge of maturity
that is keeping me going.

I said,
if I go back,
I lose my progress.
If I don’t,
I lose nothing.

But I went back.
And now I have to ask myself—
maybe I’m learning
to stand my ground,
but I’m losing friends.
People are walking away.

I’m confused as hell.

I loved you
back in 8th grade

I sent a secret note for you
and you took it
and my feelings grew

but then it got revealed
my number, my name
everything

all your friends contacted me
wanting to know who I was

you said it was an accident
that they stole it and didn't give it back
but you still wanted to know me

I was relieved and hurt
I didn't control my feelings
and I told you it was the wrong number and person

and till this day I regret it
I wished I told you the truth
that it was me

Now I see you everywhere
and I cant help but to still love you  

I still love you

Sheep daunted
Gracefully the wind hums,
Darkened clouds-
The warmth overbears us.
Trees, oh mighty-
They tremble in the haze,
A blue and green fury.

Stilling like-
Some dying machine, unmade.

Branches whip
The gentle lake turns, churns

Bell shaped lanterns flicker
Before the man shaped name

Feelings of wet cold grass
Like woven fleshy cod
I feel-
I feel-
Has the man left the room?
I think it might be June