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 34° 
hannah
I hate to fall to you,
Sandman,
I
Succumb
To you,
Sandman.

You do this
Thing
Where you leech
The good dream
And leave.

And—
When I wake
It feels like
I never even
Took a break—

Thanks to you,
Sandman,
I am
Just a
Tired  
Man.
 34° 
Selma
A wound I mistook for healed
Opened itself last night
I slipped and spiraled
In my skin
And I remembered what it was like
To be fourteen again
And miserable with every look
In the mirror

Oh teenage girl,
I wish I could love you
Into healing
I long to soothe you
Into breathing
For now,
I keep you shut
In the back of a dusty drawer
One day,
I‘ll learn to love you
 33° 
Guss
But all I have is empty cupboards
behind a cellar door
 33° 
Mrs Timetable
Can I
Live
In your
Moment?
I want to
Learn
Focus on my now
Learning to live in the moment
 32° 
Totò
Pe nun me scurdà 'e te aggio piantato
dint'a nu vase argiento,na violetta
cu 'e llacreme 'e chist'uocchie l'aggio arracquata
e ll'aggio mise nomme:"Oh mia diletta!".
E songhe addeventato 'o ciardiniere
'e chesta pianta...simbolo d'ammore
"Oh dolce violetta del pensiero...
...he mise na radice int'a stu core!".
 32° 
Reynaldo Casison
I would be glad as the midnight rain
Upon the Spring flowers
Blooming WithIn
The diamond gaze
Of fine wine stars
For her Sweet Love
to be forever mine
Therefore I weep to sigh
Like the exotic flowers
With the Golden rose moon
In the Heavenly sky
Their Love is forever mine
and
Sublime

Reynaldo Casison
 31° 
Khoisan
My heart
the
true artist
of your
depravity
captured
the
essence
of
trust
in
its
past and present
explicitly
stained
.
 30° 
Albamaine
Binar story orang
Buat kalut hati bersniar
Atau malah hingar bingar
Kalap hidup kadang mengejar
Ingin mengejar

Daripada miring kepala
Atau miring gawai
Baiknya tengok dawai
Dengarkan yang ramai
Dunia nyata yang damai--mungkin

Go off our phone for a while
 30° 
lia
The moon left me a note last night,
Tucked in a cloud, soft and white.
It whispered, “Why rush through the sky?
Even stars take their time to shine.”
 29° 
Ahmed Gamel
I lost, I broke, I burned to the ground,
Yet from my ashes, my crown unbound.
Through fire and fury, I carved my way,
Not for the world, but for the price I’d pay.

With sharpened mind and heart untamed,
I faced the void and felt no shame.
I reach for heights no soul has known,
Not for praise, but to claim my throne.

Where meaning blooms through love and pain,
Where every scar is gold to gain.
I’ll fall again—that truth I own,
But in each fall, my strength has grown.

I rise for me, for kin, for fire,
To light the path and take it higher.
Not for envy, nor for fame,
But for love, for will, for the name.

So let them watch, let them see,
What man can be when truly free,
When fire transforms to endless light,
When loss becomes the fuel for might.

Golden I rise, no crown I need,
The gold within is all I’ll heed.
I build, I climb, I break the chain—
For in my soul, the gold remains.
The Golden Remains” is the next chapter in my journey, a continuation of the ideas explored in my earlier work, "Golden, I Rise." While "Golden, I Rise" spoke of embracing the struggle, forging strength from pain, and building a path fueled by resilience, "The Golden Remains" takes that journey further. It reflects a deeper understanding of the internal process—the refining of one's spirit, the realization that the true gold is the wisdom, growth, and love we carry within. It is the product of all the fire and struggle, the golden truth we earn by walking through hardship and emerging unbroken. The crown is within, the gold is earned, and the journey continues.
 29° 
Leocardo Reis
I cannot write.

I put aside the pen,
I turn off the light.
I step outside
into the falling dusk,
lowering my head
as if to console myself,
whispering tenderly,
'this is only temporary.'

It has been years,
I still cannot write.
 28° 
Kai
I've been lately writing poetry!
Oh? What do I see?
A perfect poetry site waiting for me!
First poem, proud of it!
Oh? Someone in my messages?
This guy seems sweet
And he's hoping I don't get beat!
Pretty songs for me to listen to!
And a drunk man messaging me...?
“You're only making yourself a victim because you're cutting yourself"
Oh? Okay- thanks for the paragraph/drunk rant?

Shining lights on all of my latest poems?
Thank you! You're so sweet!
….oh…talking to me about pedophiles…got it…
Why are there so many sad songs?
WHY DOES THIS MAN HAVE SO ****** MUSIC TASTE AGGGHGDGFGCC

Oh? You wrote a poem about the 764 and absolutely humiliating them?
Great! Good job!
…But uhh… why and how did they make a virus only going after your followers that are minors? Not funny!
Why is this man warning me if they threaten me? Is he trying to make me scared on purpose?
Blaming the Japanese for this virus now, huh?
Oh? Now blaming someone else named Pax to be part of the 764? Crazy

…. going to another website? But you're so fun!
May as well click on the link you sent me so I can join you

Drunk rants with me? That's okay!
Giving me gold so I can freely make poems?
THANK YOU SM
Daily texting
2-10 hour sessions
Why are you drinking everyday?
You're making me concerned for your health
I told you to stop drinking, papa
You promised me you'd stop
All you did was keep on drinking

Commenting on every poem I made
Oh? So suddenly I'm a “nasty *****" when I have done nothing to you? ありがとう!
We have a suicide pact now?
I'm going off the bridge first?
Don't mind if I do

Oh? Another poetry site? Okay…
I really don't like the way this site works, can't we just message each other with email?
Yes? Yay!

People bullying you on the internet? That's not okay!
Why would they accuse you of being a *******?
Letting me join an uncensored group to back you up? Great!
Sending me to a Reddit page to back you up?
Alright!
….oh … they warned me and I didn't do anything….
******* this man is an actual *******…..
gotta go fast like Sonic
pack my bags and leave

Oh? I betrayed you? Crazy
We were just friends
Can you stop spitting my name everywhere?
It's like you're so obsessed with me
Stop trying to be the Eminem to my Mariah Carey
Made a poem about you and you HAD to take it down?
Never thought you'd want to hide your identity THAT hard
Oh? Betting on my suicide now, are we?
Sending me multiple emails, desperate for me to come back to him?
I'm not that ******* naive or gullible
It's crazy if you think that about me
…I did tell you to send those photos of your cut open arms but I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D TAKE IT SERIOUSLY AND DO IT

Being racist?
“Japshit”?
Why are you so obsessed with my Chinese genes?
“I thought I can use Kai because of her Chinise genes because the Chinise was known to be very good spies. ☝️🤓" へー! Didn't know that!
Also, that's not how you spell Chinese, my fellow kind sir
Threatening people to come to America with a Katana and slice us to pieces
So envious, I see
You're just mad because we have a little bit more freedom than your drunk *** does

Oh…. Talking to me about ****
Got it
Thanks
I didn't need to be taught about METART or some **** like that
I'm only 12 years old
You ***** *****

Well…this is the aftermath
There it goes out to all of you:
Ghost
RGH
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
Nephilim Angel
Nephalem
Rose White
Rose Red
Jacob Lives
Hybrid Angel
Tormenter
Bread Crumbs
The Machine
Dirt-In-My-Shirt
Soul Unknown
And etc. ENJOYERS

(Btw, all of these names are RGH's names so if you have these names, please don't feel targeted! The person knows who they are.)

EDIT: ILY ALL SM!!! I DIDN'T THINK THIS POEM WOULD GAIN THIS MUCH ATTENTION BUT I'M HAPPY THAT IT DID!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) I'M GOING TO VIRTUALLY KISS EVERYONE ON THE CHEEK ONCE THEY READ THIS... or just virtually hug you, yk, whatever you're comfortable with
 28° 
Luke
What is it like to love?
It’s cliche to say
Its like an angel was sent from above,
It’s not a feeling,
It’s a knowledge.
Knowledge that,
Wherever I am,
Wherever you are,  
My heart aches for you.
If you love, love hard, don’t be afraid to be heart broken because it mends.
 24° 
Anailen
but
im getting better
but im scared for the downfall
Feeling manic
 23° 
Kundai N
There was no one to hear my laments
So I told them to the wind
The wind told them to the trees
The trees fed it to nature
And nature understood.
 23° 
preston
the forming of substance 05
Stephan W

"But I will not drive them (the 'inhabitants') out in a single year,
because the land would become desolate
and the wild animals too numerous for you.
Little by little I will drive them out before you;

Until you have increased enough to take
possession of the land."
~Exodus

.
Within the sphere- formless and void,
there was all but nothing to inhabit.
Existing within the eternity of the moment,
unable to retain--
it could only experience.

It could behold perfection,
but not hold on to it;

No need..
perfection was ever-present--
In full view of the sphere
and the precious spirit- encased within,
now, wrapped within a living, breathing skin-
this body- for the spirit,
and the spirit for the one body

each part of the heart-- a city in itself.

.  .
Reaching across the chasm,
there is an almost symmetry in
the layout of the cities

     but their inhabitants are unruly

and the spaces between far too great
for any kind of order to become able to
break through the chaos--
there is no longer communication
between the cities.

There is a yearning for consolidated-Sovereignty,
but the cities have long forgotten themselves-
Strewn about.. in the pain of it all,
they no longer know each other.

.  .  .
But the spirit within the body-- it remembers.
There is a gathering back into wholeness-
waiting..
and so we learn how to wait also.

Parts, and pieces-- members rebuilt-
little by little
Not too fast- take it easy;
70 years, maybe more.
Which way will it go-


There is a promised land;
waiting to be taken--

    one city at a time.


09/08/17
 23° 
Samuel
I'm not a poet
I'm just emotional
twenty-something emotions
those hit hard

I'm not a poet
only a sleepwalker,
my fingers burning to type
my laptop keyboard so well-lit
so I fall into the desire

I'm not a poet
I just whisper to a quiet altar called Hello Poetry
a fatal attraction
so I type
welcome to the cult
Where's my keyboard, I can't sleep
 22° 
Mary Huxley
I wore his vest,
trading stained threads
for something that smelled
just like him.

Bare legs, quiet room—
his eyes found mine,
and I swear,
time leaned in to listen.

"Just forehead kisses,"
I whispered once,
twice—
trying to stay soft
when my heart wasn’t.

But he looked at me
like I was still his,
like the ache between us
wasn’t ready to end.

His hands at my waist,
his breath on my cheek,
the silence hummed,
sweet and weak—

And then,
before goodbye could speak…
I kissed him—
once,
long,
slow,
like we forgot what leaving meant.
 21° 
melon lover
Time carves out the stone—
Leaves return to soil as breath,
Then rise up again.
haiku 01
04/16/25
 20° 
Kindinheart
When life is really tough ,true friends talk
When you cant get any lower ,a true friend picks you up
When one retreats to a place of loneliness
A true friend offers company
When one wants to cry , the other offers their shoulder
And if one ever needs to talk , the other will always listen
A true friend is always there for you .
In the shadows, it's waiting
A vessel of deceit, a heart that's hating
The truth is hidden, the lies are revealed
In the box of lies, the secrets are concealed


I'm searching for the answers, but they're hard to find
In the maze of lies, I'm losing my mind
The box is whispering secrets, a siren's call
But the truth is elusive, and I'm bound to fall



Can you hear the whispers, in the dead of night?
A voice that's calling, but the words ain't right
In the box of lies, the truth is distorted
But the secrets are hidden, and the lies are exported


I'm trying to escape, but the box is locked tight
The lies are suffocating, and the truth is out of sight
I'm searching for a way out, but it's hard to find
In the box of lies, I'm losing my mind


In the shadows, the box is waiting
A vessel of deceit, a heart that's hating
The truth is hidden, the lies are revealed
In the box of lies, the secrets are concealed


In the box of lies, the truth is distorted
But the secrets are hidden, and the lies are exported.
 18° 
MT Browder
don't spend your life checking boxes right up to the time you're in one
 18° 
Izan Almira
Why is being ‘shameless’
something bad
but ‘fearless’
a desired quality
when shame
closes doors
and fear
saves lives?
Yes, the title is a reference to System of a Down’s song. I’d love to see what you think in the comments<3
 17° 
Joss Lennox
A million different jobs.
A million different personas.
As an adult, it's hard knowing,
"what you want to be when you grow up."
While considered "normal" in your twenties,
not so much in your thirties and beyond.
In a world that's consistently changing from one day to the next,
why aren't we allowed the same respect?
We, as parents, wear many hats in order to provide,
they label it multitasking, we're doing it to survive.
Trial and error is the only way to truly be happy in life,
otherwise you're just committed to a career you despise.
That doesn't make one irresponsible, just more knowledgeable.
Two things can be true; you can have a stable career,
and still be a writer on the side.
You can follow your dreams,
and still support your family.
I wrote this about a time I was criticized for waiting to be in my 30's, deciding to work on becoming a writer/poet still working another job while being a wife and mother. Though, I feel like most of us have a job and creative outlets. We don't always figure out who we are or what we want to do in our twenties or younger. Some of us don't have the privilege. Best not to judge, when you don't know the circumstance.
 17° 
Jamie
You said
“I’m not going anywhere”

Silly me, believing you
You loved so hard
Just to leave me like this

But why?

Guess there’s things
I’ll never know
Just like that, outta the blue
I realize that no matter what I do
There'll never ever be another you
And it hurts like hell...
Btw, how great is Chet Baker??
 16° 
lizie
i may have dug the hole
but you pushed me into it
now i’m stuck down here
buried in this mess
 16° 
Marc Morais
Moo—

MOOOOO—
Moo, Moo, Moo
Moo, Moo

Moo?

MOOOOO?
Moo? Moo? Moo?
Moo? Moo?

Ribbit—

MOOOOO!?
MOOOOO!? MOOOOO!? MOOOOO!?
MOOOOO!? MOOOOO!
 16° 
Kat M
I yearn for something long gone in the depths of the future;
Not able to place a finger on its familiarity.

Discovering what is already known
Can be a clarifying process of redundancy.

When a step forward feels like a tumble backward
Toward the inevitable direction of it all.

When a puzzle forms around me
I stand there, inert.

The challenge beckons me further. It calls me closer,
Etching itself deeper into my path.

Smiling at the fantasy of completion on the other side,
A field of emotional mishaps rains down before me.
Feedback Welcome!
 15° 
Immortality
As I stand beneath,
sky's embrace,
open arms,
claim me as its own.

each drop,
cold,
yet warmth blossom in me.

each raindrop,
feels as a caress,
a lover's kiss,
as it drenchs my soul.
just me and rain
 15° 
The Blue Bottles
everything is changing.
youve changed.

you dont talk to me now.
i cry over you every night.

sometimes i wonder if you think about me
as much as i think about you.

then i remember
you left me because it hurts

i was too much like Her.

and you replaced me.

that hurt the most.
 13° 
Sia Harms
The only thing I can do today
is breathe.
--Feel the air move slowly, quietly,
begrudgingly through my chest.
The pressure of the world squeezes in,
and I try to walk, try to use my limbs.
But all of my energy is occupied
by the simple act
of breathing.
 13° 
Linden Lark
I don’t think I could ever like my face,
not even on its best day.
It’s the only hall in my life
where you never lost your place.
Never before have I read so many beautiful poems here at “ hello poetry “.
So much young talent.
Keep on writing and sharing poets.
It really is a joy reading your work.



Shell✨🐚
Wish I had more time reading.
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