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StrawberryPilgrim
StrawberryPilgrim
121/in space somewhere S.P. proudly presents bad geriatric poetry (for the fictional youth)
The time will pass, You will have love, There will be more sunlight, You are still a part of the world despite.
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May 3
May 3, 2026 at 7:52 PM UTC
Days will leave
Life moves fast, life moves very rapidly. when I ask my father what to do with my hands, he repeats back to me the story of my mistakes, in which nothing gets done. He tells me that my habit of staying inside on sunny days, is a hereditary flaw, and I copy his movements and gestures. I take to sleeping for entire days, I eat like a prince, even my eyes encourage feasting. I mistakenly call the sky by your name, and it sounds beautiful on my tongue.
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May 20, 2024
May 20, 2024 at 4:44 PM UTC
It is a gift to exist
I find myself here, Irreversibly attached to one body, Tearing at the flesh of the ocean, On fire and silently praying, That this time, It opens for me.
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Jan 16, 2024
Jan 16, 2024 at 3:45 PM UTC
then am I strong
I don’t want you to look in, I don’t want you to see me changing, I cannot bear my shame with dignity, My body won’t fit under the table, Known tenderness is devastating. I will become a great insect, With a hard shell, I will tune myself in, To the room, and rub my Wings together.
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Jan 1, 2024
Jan 1, 2024 at 5:41 PM UTC
In brief moments I feel suddenly alive
An amateurish drawing,   the sinews, the vibrant and shuddering thing of human bodies break into existence. I ask you where is the heart?    It is my arms like sunlight,           It is the palm of my hand, If I had to take a guess. The solitary land cannot hold us, Shaking with relentless intake of breath,                             Exoskeleton earth,                                     Our god, four hands.
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Oct 11, 2023
Oct 11, 2023 at 7:50 AM UTC
Man of dust
Not even a fool, can encompass you now, bruising arms, pulsing with malice, blood flows, everything lives, a meal of milk, bread, to spur you on, shine brightly, beautiful thing and dying too, I know you I know you are evil, silent and praying to the wrong god, I’ve seen you down to the core before, and I will see it again, we love you.
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Sep 28, 2023
Sep 28, 2023 at 4:55 AM UTC
All loving, holding hyena in the arms of our father
We love you fighting, fists up all dull eyed, we love you still, spitting life out like fire breath, to thaw our skin, tell us home is a fireplace and you are sticking your hand right in to feel its warmth.
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Sep 28, 2023
Sep 28, 2023 at 4:40 AM UTC
Bullish
Name the structure, It is your own skin, Arms beautiful, obtruding There’s this old heart, Eating at the centre, Shaking, with ecstasy and fear, I don’t want to be so young, To endure the spectacle of, Myself constructed, A home inside of me, A whole village, and every inhabitant, Guilty, Breaking the sticks off my back, And standing new, Unafraid, splinters, dug into soft palms, Holding the body.
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Sep 6, 2023
Sep 6, 2023 at 6:24 PM UTC
Entirety in infancy
You will never be as lovely as you are now, Lonely and brushing, your fingers against the rough hands of life, It’s waiting behind for you despite.
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Aug 30, 2023
Aug 30, 2023 at 2:53 AM UTC
Saints
Nothing has ever been so pretty As sunlight tangled in green leaves Spreading like fingers Over the scar of the road I am not strong I am not used to love
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Aug 15, 2023
Aug 15, 2023 at 8:47 AM UTC
Bus poem