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Until recently... I wouldn’t have considered that I...I... Was just.. a Character in somebody else’s dream... When do we wake up?
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Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 10:51 PM UTC
Reality
What? When? Where ? How? Never understood in my youth how relevant that English lesson was.
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Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC
Unanswered questions
Are you okay? Are you alright, are you fine, are you good? Are you adequate, are you decent? Are you emotionally stable, sleeping without crying, smiling because you want to? Are you breathing without questioning, are you waking up without trying, are you eating without throwing up? Are you reading this poem right now and thinking no? Are you thinking for the first time, will I ever be okay? You will be okay. You will be alright, you will be fine, you will be good. You will be adequate, you will be decent. You will be emotionally stable, you will sleep without crying, and smile for the happiness blooming inside of you. You will breathe without questioning, you will wake up to a new day, you will eat easily You are going to be okay. So please smile sunshine It’s a fine new day To be okay :) - a.g.
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Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 9:06 AM UTC
Are you okay?
“Say what you mean and mean what what you you say child” A Dear reverence from my 6th grade teacher. One I will never forget or admire more. Mr. Murrey. Semper Fi You will live on fore ever. You placed me in a corner. I learned, you inspired me..
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 5:06 PM UTC
Intellectual
Sorry is not enough. I try to express that. I wonder do you hear the heartache in my words or do they fall on deafened ears These truths of mine alone do you believe them You have been told so many lies I thought I was saving you from pain. Poisoned lies that belonged not to be felt by you and your innocence though that was ruined prematurely I was not willing to fuel that fire sadly I did light the match and added kindling without intent I thought I was protecting you saving you from some of the gore I’m left to wonder if I caused more harm than good. My soul aches with every beat for every lost moment Stabbed with every ignored plea and unanswered message I can do no more to change that allthough I will keep trying I can only hope that from the ruins one day a sprout will immerse I will care for it tenderly but not overshadow it and with every truth I pray it may grow.
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 8:03 AM UTC
Silence is not golden
How lucky I am to have found this safe haven This sounding board United among beings who share openly Who let their hearts be it in sorrow, joy, fear, or enlightenment be open People who share their amazing talents and minds without reserve. Tell stories of grandeur or simple thoughts Who acknowledge without judgment I am blessed. Thank you.
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 8:40 AM UTC
Thank you
One of my favorite times of day The world lays silent and still I need not hear or wonder about the thoughts besieging myself or another. I can laze sleepily in the silence Enjoying the remnants of dreams still somewhat within reach of my minds eye. The onslaught of doubt and worry still quiet giving me a moment maybe two before reality sets in and the noise inside won’t overwhelm me with questions I can’t or won’t answer.
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Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 7:14 AM UTC
6 A.M
I thought I found the perfect fit I wore it every day so comfortable so flattering I could not stay away but soon it became worn and dull and did not feel the same there was the thought of discarding it but couldn’t bear the pain.
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Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
Worn
I live a fortunate and blessed life. Each morning I wake waiting For the ball to drop, knowing I will be the sole creator Of my own demise. Nature, nurture, the stars. How I long to let go Past out of mind. To be optimistic and secure. To let the fog of the past clear. In eager anticipation I wait.
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Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 9:47 AM UTC
Anticipation
I search through my disheveled mind bits and pieces are all I find. Perchance you could delve into me, and recapture inumerous philosophies . All I can grap easily, are fragments of life’s poetry.
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Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 7:48 AM UTC
Fractured