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harleyjane828
19/F I just really love to write. :)
i feel as if as if one day i was grounded to the earth and the next i was falling through the cracks i feel as if i fell to the bottom before i even knew i was falling confused, i wonder how could i let this happen to me? i look around this hole i'm in and its just me i am left alone with no help just as the thoughts and imaginary demons come in i look up from the bottom with just enough hope and start the long and difficult climb back up to the top.
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Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 8:17 PM UTC
untitled
Hello, young hippie Waiting for the hate to stop Won't it all just stop?
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Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 6:47 PM UTC
Young Hippie - Haiku
Just as I come to accept my worth And the beauty within myself I look into the mirror And I am haunted by their cruel words The smile I worked hard to create, fades As I walk away from the mirror I ask Why am I not good enough for them?
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Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 11:42 AM UTC
Good Enough.
People always ask me Why I write sad stories Poems Pieces It is simply because If I wrote About Every Little Happy ending I would have a novel A novel of sunshine Happiness And rainbows But life is not all sunshine Happiness And rainbows Life can be painful Sad And scary But that is okay It is what makes you alive Feelings of not knowing if you will make it through the day Means that you are alive But you will, Make it through I promise If life was all sunshine Happiness And rainbows We would not be able to learn We would look like robots Robots that society Puts on one setting And lets run Until the battery gives out.
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Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 2:35 PM UTC
Something.
Running around blind Trying to find holy gates Waiting for a sign In hopes that He lets me in Until then, I run blindly.
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Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 12:06 PM UTC
Finding My Religion - Tanka
Fun while it lasted Left me calm and collected Goodbye winter break.
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Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 9:58 PM UTC
Winter Break Haiku
Her golden locks of blonde hair Were once brunette Her baby blue eyes that sparkle like diamonds in the sun Were once a shade of mocha brown He glanced at her natural beauty And decided it wasn't enough So she quickly made arrangements And the new her was born.
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Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 6:32 PM UTC
The New Her
Three Two One Happy New Year! I glance over at him And he stares back at me In the moment We realize that Seven years of loving each other Was worth everything Pain and patience Happiness and sadness We believe in each other We know that what we have Is truly extraordinary And that we are in it for the long run I look into those emerald eyes He looks into my doe-brown eyes The entire world comes to a stop And our lips lock to our new year.
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Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 2:37 AM UTC
Happy New Year!
December 13, 2018 "hey" all lowercase My mother never texted me in school And when she did, it was straight to the point "call me" all lowercase something must be really wrong she would've pulled me out if it was too serious, right? my fingertips feel like rocks as i force them to dial her number the phone only rang once when I heard her sniffle At first, her words were inaudible I was frantic trying to figure out the code and just when i found the signal spot Her words broke me in two "Cory died, honey" I stopped dead in my tracks in front of the guidance counselors office A single tear down my cheek I hoped, no, I prayed it was a dream and in that moment reality hit me Like a truck racing at full speed And I walk into her office In a broken sentence, I told the secretary it was urgent And when she wouldn't give up I yelled as if it was all I could do I watched my mother's car pull into the school parking lot And when I entered, it was silent the kind of silence that deafens you And i think of him He wasn't my brother by blood He was my brother because he treated me like family More than my own family ever has There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think of him I like to think that even when i am alone he is always here watching over me.
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Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC
Flashbulb
Poems can have rules Theres a system to writing But life is messy It will happen anywhere .be opposite of the expected linE mAkEnOSEnsE But you know what... Its growing on me
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Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 1:10 AM UTC
Life and Poetry