lovetowritepoetry - Hello Poetry

One day, coming out of my apartment I saw a turtle coming down the same path He looked up as if he knew me. I thought you were quite a ways from your home, I shall take you back where you belong. So I picked him up and sat him in my car on the front seat and off we went. I drove about a mile down the road until we came to the pond I felt he belonged I got out of the car and walked him up close and placed him at the waters edge and off he went into the water, I watched as he went into the water to make sure he was safe. He came back out as I was leaving I turned around to look once again and he seemed to thank me. I never once saw that Turtle or another again But I felt certain that I made that turtle happy by taking him home one fine summer day.

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Apr 2

Apr 2, 2026 at 7:55 AM UTC

The Turtle

One day, coming out of my apartment I saw a turtle coming down the same path He looked up as if he knew me. I thought you were quite a ways from your home, I shall take you back where you belong. So I picked him up and sat him in my car on the front seat and off we went. I drove about a mile down the road until we came to the pond I felt he belonged I got out of the car and walked him up close and placed him at the waters edge and off he went into the water, I watched as he went into the water to make sure he was safe. He came back out as I was leaving I turned around to look once again and he seemed to thank me. I never once saw that Turtle or another again But I felt certain that I made that turtle happy by taking him home one fine summer day.

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Found out a few months ago that my mother had passed There was no obit just a letter from SS to me was vast I knew that all along I wasn't going to get a dime At the time I was 18, I was told this at an earlier time She considered all the times she had helped me many times before Not giving me any money at her death would help settle the score I'm no angel I'll be the first to admit, but she also helped my sibling and many others some in and out of family, that left me quibbling. I was always one to question much of her actions but my sister never bothered about her factions I would have loved to have a home instead of an apartment Where I would not feel that I lived in a tiny compartment. Mother didn't help me grow; instead, to me she did a lot of damage Things that can never be repaired, things she did to me were savage Living out old age, just happy to have the few things I need My sibling will always hate me, thanks to my mother, indeed Wondering what made me so undesirable for others to be around When my interesting family genealogy research was so profound Now my sister has the Florida home, bank accounts and nice things While I sit around wondering daily how to tie up loose strings.

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Mar 20

Mar 20, 2026 at 7:33 AM UTC

Inheritance-Not

Found out a few months ago that my mother had passed There was no obit just a letter from SS to me was vast I knew that all along I wasn't going to get a dime At the time I was 18, I was told this at an earlier time She considered all the times she had helped me many times before Not giving me any money at her death would help settle the score I'm no angel I'll be the first to admit, but she also helped my sibling and many others some in and out of family, that left me quibbling. I was always one to question much of her actions but my sister never bothered about her factions I would have loved to have a home instead of an apartment Where I would not feel that I lived in a tiny compartment. Mother didn't help me grow; instead, to me she did a lot of damage Things that can never be repaired, things she did to me were savage Living out old age, just happy to have the few things I need My sibling will always hate me, thanks to my mother, indeed Wondering what made me so undesirable for others to be around When my interesting family genealogy research was so profound Now my sister has the Florida home, bank accounts and nice things While I sit around wondering daily how to tie up loose strings.

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As I reach the milestone of my mid-60s, I find that I don't feel as spry or witty. Old age has crept in and taken its toll on my body, And often, I feel sad, upset, and rather shoddy. The aging of my body has crossed a very serious line; Nothing about this makes me feel like I'm on cloud nine. Aging arrived unexpectedly, too soon, and rather far too quickly; I didn't want ask , nor did I raise my hand and say, "Pick me." Is this a form of body art or expression? If it's so, it's leaving me a bad impression Being young brought a carefree, joyful feeling; Those days are what I truly miss and am grieving. I dislike how the days of my youth have slipped away; When I reflect on those wonderful times, it makes me feel gray. With aging, I've reached a new milestone in my life; There's a conflict within me; my body is in strife. I may be wiser now, which has some slight significance, But this slow process of aging requires important diligence. Copyright 2025 All Rights Reserved

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Dec 15, 2025

Dec 15, 2025 at 5:52 PM UTC

The invasion

As I reach the milestone of my mid-60s, I find that I don't feel as spry or witty. Old age has crept in and taken its toll on my body, And often, I feel sad, upset, and rather shoddy. The aging of my body has crossed a very serious line; Nothing about this makes me feel like I'm on cloud nine. Aging arrived unexpectedly, too soon, and rather far too quickly; I didn't want ask , nor did I raise my hand and say, "Pick me." Is this a form of body art or expression? If it's so, it's leaving me a bad impression Being young brought a carefree, joyful feeling; Those days are what I truly miss and am grieving. I dislike how the days of my youth have slipped away; When I reflect on those wonderful times, it makes me feel gray. With aging, I've reached a new milestone in my life; There's a conflict within me; my body is in strife. I may be wiser now, which has some slight significance, But this slow process of aging requires important diligence. Copyright 2025 All Rights Reserved

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In my dream, I find myself wandering through the west side of my city, traversing miles filled with bathhouses that aren't traditional buildings but rather tents. They sit naked on concrete, the water from the man-made stream flowing by them, as they wipe themselves with washcloths, talk, and mingle with one another. They look at me strangely as I walk by. I'm thinking maybe I'm even walking through a scene from the past. These tents vary in size: some are small and accommodate just two people on cots, while others are larger and can hold many more. Everywhere I walk, there are tents—an endless supply! Some houses accommodate couples, while others accommodate groups of various configurations. This new phenomenon seems to have emerged overnight, becoming the new norm in society. The tents feature different arrangements: men with men, women with women, traditional pairs of men and women, and even those who identify as swingers. I can’t seem to escape this scenario; large and small tents are everywhere, creating a sprawling tent city. It feels as though there's no way out. What is this new trend that has overtaken the old ways of society? Is this a dream, or could it be a glimpse into a future reality? I'm really hoping this isn’t the case, as the sight of it was unsettling, even from the outside looking in. Copyright 2025 All Rights Reserved

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Nov 28, 2025

Nov 28, 2025 at 6:32 AM UTC

Bath houses

In my dream, I find myself wandering through the west side of my city, traversing miles filled with bathhouses that aren't traditional buildings but rather tents. They sit naked on concrete, the water from the man-made stream flowing by them, as they wipe themselves with washcloths, talk, and mingle with one another. They look at me strangely as I walk by. I'm thinking maybe I'm even walking through a scene from the past. These tents vary in size: some are small and accommodate just two people on cots, while others are larger and can hold many more. Everywhere I walk, there are tents—an endless supply! Some houses accommodate couples, while others accommodate groups of various configurations. This new phenomenon seems to have emerged overnight, becoming the new norm in society. The tents feature different arrangements: men with men, women with women, traditional pairs of men and women, and even those who identify as swingers. I can’t seem to escape this scenario; large and small tents are everywhere, creating a sprawling tent city. It feels as though there's no way out. What is this new trend that has overtaken the old ways of society? Is this a dream, or could it be a glimpse into a future reality? I'm really hoping this isn’t the case, as the sight of it was unsettling, even from the outside looking in. Copyright 2025 All Rights Reserved

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Once had a rotten boss who thought he was quite a GOD I always said no to his requests because I felt he was odd He invited me and all the girls to his house each night after work He was an unattractive old coot, and I thought that he was a **** Even if he were decent-looking, his plea would never be fulfilled I always thought this man was a ***** who needed to be chilled He didn't like constant rejection, so he assigned me jobs of cleaning And thought that those cleaning jobs for me would be demeaning I had to clean off all 200 ***** tables and bring dishes to the kitchen With all that extra hard work, he thought all the time I'd be bitchin' That job turned out not to be as bad as I had originally thought For each table & every plate, I kept huge tips, & never got caught The boss didn't know that the tables were full of money I always thought that what he didn't know, was funny I always left the restaurant late each night My end of the shift was always a delight. All rights reserved Copyright 2025 Published October 2025

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Oct 25, 2025

Oct 25, 2025 at 10:07 PM UTC

The Airport Restaurant

Once had a rotten boss who thought he was quite a GOD I always said no to his requests because I felt he was odd He invited me and all the girls to his house each night after work He was an unattractive old coot, and I thought that he was a **** Even if he were decent-looking, his plea would never be fulfilled I always thought this man was a ***** who needed to be chilled He didn't like constant rejection, so he assigned me jobs of cleaning And thought that those cleaning jobs for me would be demeaning I had to clean off all 200 ***** tables and bring dishes to the kitchen With all that extra hard work, he thought all the time I'd be bitchin' That job turned out not to be as bad as I had originally thought For each table & every plate, I kept huge tips, & never got caught The boss didn't know that the tables were full of money I always thought that what he didn't know, was funny I always left the restaurant late each night My end of the shift was always a delight. All rights reserved Copyright 2025 Published October 2025

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In the 1960's we lived in a new house on an old dirt road It was my parents first home and they loved their abode Our house was the first one built in one of the new additions It was a small 5 room ranch home to continue family traditions At the end of our street there was an old settlers dwelling The first settler and many stories that are quite compelling My older sister and I thought that the house might be haunted We tried to walk up there, but by my parents we were thwarted John and Mary *** were the first settlers in my home town But their home in 1980's was not saved and quickly torn down They arrived in 1818, and built on Taylor and Rocky Ford This huge home by their family was respectably adored Now on that big old hill stands a Masonic Temple Where many gather to the meetings they assemble Copyright 2025 All Rights Reserved

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Jun 4, 2025

Jun 4, 2025 at 12:07 PM UTC

At end of the lonely dirt road (The other house on Rocky Ford)

In the 1960's we lived in a new house on an old dirt road It was my parents first home and they loved their abode Our house was the first one built in one of the new additions It was a small 5 room ranch home to continue family traditions At the end of our street there was an old settlers dwelling The first settler and many stories that are quite compelling My older sister and I thought that the house might be haunted We tried to walk up there, but by my parents we were thwarted John and Mary *** were the first settlers in my home town But their home in 1980's was not saved and quickly torn down They arrived in 1818, and built on Taylor and Rocky Ford This huge home by their family was respectably adored Now on that big old hill stands a Masonic Temple Where many gather to the meetings they assemble Copyright 2025 All Rights Reserved

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Late one sultry summer night, about mid July my boyfriend and I Were looking for a friends house, for that night we were quite high Going down the road we saw a house that fit the description Looking at all the houses of style and the house inscription It was a small white ranch home built after the turn of the century Not a very stylish looking home that was built without cursory Pulling into the lot, noticed it was dark and all the lights were out Thought this was the house we walked in the front entrance about Opened the entryway saw many people not moving on the floor They didn't stir when we came in and the scene looked of gore The home had a huge living room and bodies were everywhere And the little home it seemed to me, found to be in great disrepair Hurried back to the truck and drove to the very next house. It was the exact same and as we entered were quiet as a mouse. Everyone was up and partying, singing and having a ball Like nothing upsetting next door was ever going on at all Didn't know what happened next door but that scene I won't forget Those bodies all over the floor, not sympathetic I will never regret Oct 2024 publication All rights reserved copyright2025

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Jun 3, 2025

Jun 3, 2025 at 11:54 PM UTC

The house on Rocky Ford

Late one sultry summer night, about mid July my boyfriend and I Were looking for a friends house, for that night we were quite high Going down the road we saw a house that fit the description Looking at all the houses of style and the house inscription It was a small white ranch home built after the turn of the century Not a very stylish looking home that was built without cursory Pulling into the lot, noticed it was dark and all the lights were out Thought this was the house we walked in the front entrance about Opened the entryway saw many people not moving on the floor They didn't stir when we came in and the scene looked of gore The home had a huge living room and bodies were everywhere And the little home it seemed to me, found to be in great disrepair Hurried back to the truck and drove to the very next house. It was the exact same and as we entered were quiet as a mouse. Everyone was up and partying, singing and having a ball Like nothing upsetting next door was ever going on at all Didn't know what happened next door but that scene I won't forget Those bodies all over the floor, not sympathetic I will never regret Oct 2024 publication All rights reserved copyright2025

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Five teens out joy riding on a country road Pulling along side and now having slowed Driving around looking for something to do What we were doing, we didn't have a clue Motoring past many miles of empty pasture We should have driven past that place faster Driving closer to a strange site in the field That old ditch should have been sealed Drawn to the side of road and seeing wood sticking out of the turf. Wondering what this little excursion to the edge of town was worth We get out of the car and walk cautiously up to this site We were so glad that outside was still blue and bright It's a basement of a home that has been torn down from long ago. What was down there we were quite scared and did not know We decide to walk down those narrow wooden stairs Wondering who were the former owners or heirs But only walking the creepy stairs half way down In that basement house, of my former home town Heard a noise and saw something glistening at the bottom For all we knew it could have been some rats or a possum Scared we ran up the stairs jumped in the car to head back to town. Could have been the ghosts, our trip upon them they would frown We were all scared to death at what we heard and saw. Never to return to explore as we all drew a long straw Copyright 6/3/2025 All rights reserved Published 2024 in a magazine

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Jun 3, 2025

Jun 3, 2025 at 8:26 PM UTC

The hidden basement (from the leveled home)

Five teens out joy riding on a country road Pulling along side and now having slowed Driving around looking for something to do What we were doing, we didn't have a clue Motoring past many miles of empty pasture We should have driven past that place faster Driving closer to a strange site in the field That old ditch should have been sealed Drawn to the side of road and seeing wood sticking out of the turf. Wondering what this little excursion to the edge of town was worth We get out of the car and walk cautiously up to this site We were so glad that outside was still blue and bright It's a basement of a home that has been torn down from long ago. What was down there we were quite scared and did not know We decide to walk down those narrow wooden stairs Wondering who were the former owners or heirs But only walking the creepy stairs half way down In that basement house, of my former home town Heard a noise and saw something glistening at the bottom For all we knew it could have been some rats or a possum Scared we ran up the stairs jumped in the car to head back to town. Could have been the ghosts, our trip upon them they would frown We were all scared to death at what we heard and saw. Never to return to explore as we all drew a long straw Copyright 6/3/2025 All rights reserved Published 2024 in a magazine

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I grew up enjoying days on my grandparents farm Their small 1830's home had tons of grand old charm I would spend my days hiking my grandpa's home made trail And love to listen to grandpa's talk of his many young days tale Summer months spent catching minnows in the creek And grandpa showing home movies from the past week The evenings of summer grandpa would tell stories of ghosts And he would talk of his strange stories, of those he'd boast I once heard the voices of four gruff big men in uniform talking A plan to get their horses, down the hallway they were marching I'd lay in the grass on a quilt looking up at the stars or blue sky In the evening catch lightening bugs in the muggy evenings of July He talked of the former owner Baker Martin who died of old age Because of him that one room felt cold and damp, but not of rage On his farm I would gather eggs and many chickens I'd feed Then off to to slop the hogs and cattle it was my good deed I'd walk picking up Edison Battery Oil bottles on the RR Track Glass telegraph insulators and RR spikes, where they never lack In the winter we would ice skate for hours on grandpa's pond And the summer we'd boat and fish, of many days I'm very fond With the laundry I'd help grandma hang on the line When were dry they smelled just like fresh cut pine Grandpa would let the all the horses and cows out in the morning And they'd run off to favorite places on the farm without warning I'd head to the barn to play with all the kittens and cats They could see me coming, through the barns wide slats We'd also work to plant the many tasty crops for fall Planting corn, beans, potatoes, and other veggies for all Stringing beans, picking corn, tomatoes, and other foods To put away to soothe the families very hungry moods The chickens, pigs and cows were sent out to co op be prepared Cut the tree's into firewood for our family that would be shared Copyright 2025 All rights reserved

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May 19, 2025

May 19, 2025 at 9:04 AM UTC

The farm house

I grew up enjoying days on my grandparents farm Their small 1830's home had tons of grand old charm I would spend my days hiking my grandpa's home made trail And love to listen to grandpa's talk of his many young days tale Summer months spent catching minnows in the creek And grandpa showing home movies from the past week The evenings of summer grandpa would tell stories of ghosts And he would talk of his strange stories, of those he'd boast I once heard the voices of four gruff big men in uniform talking A plan to get their horses, down the hallway they were marching I'd lay in the grass on a quilt looking up at the stars or blue sky In the evening catch lightening bugs in the muggy evenings of July He talked of the former owner Baker Martin who died of old age Because of him that one room felt cold and damp, but not of rage On his farm I would gather eggs and many chickens I'd feed Then off to to slop the hogs and cattle it was my good deed I'd walk picking up Edison Battery Oil bottles on the RR Track Glass telegraph insulators and RR spikes, where they never lack In the winter we would ice skate for hours on grandpa's pond And the summer we'd boat and fish, of many days I'm very fond With the laundry I'd help grandma hang on the line When were dry they smelled just like fresh cut pine Grandpa would let the all the horses and cows out in the morning And they'd run off to favorite places on the farm without warning I'd head to the barn to play with all the kittens and cats They could see me coming, through the barns wide slats We'd also work to plant the many tasty crops for fall Planting corn, beans, potatoes, and other veggies for all Stringing beans, picking corn, tomatoes, and other foods To put away to soothe the families very hungry moods The chickens, pigs and cows were sent out to co op be prepared Cut the tree's into firewood for our family that would be shared Copyright 2025 All rights reserved

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I'm almost to my middle 60's Glad I'm past ten years of 50's Wondering if my only one sibling Has a thought or of me, is missing I think of her quite often Because I wish she'd soften Father has passed, don't know what cause of death was Mother may have too, and will never know the cause My sister is to inherit our parents huge Florida house Parents always would resort to treat me like a louse My daughter and I , who are in pain and very ill Wonder if any family memories of us are still I had a stroke and I'm usually always in much pain My daughter has an inoperable tumor in her brain I try to make the best of all things Each day I like to do some writings In of her closet a library she is creating Ordering new books that she is awaiting I wonder if this is all our lives were meant to be Our daily events seem to have few moments of glee My daughter has been sick most of her life with a thing or another No one came to see her, not aunt once not even her grandmother When I was younger my daughter and I had matching clothing Today we have matching walkers one of many things I'm loathing For some reason my parents did not like me Of me, they always wanted to be quite free Parents always made me feel that others were more worthy To impress them with things, I often did things in a hurry I spend my days writing poetry and doing genealogy While my daughter spends all hers in daily radiology Time to smile and get on with rest of life Without always feeling I'm under strife Things for us could always be much worse At least for now we don't need a live-in nurse. Copyright 2025 All rights reserved.

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May 12, 2025

May 12, 2025 at 7:15 AM UTC

6 decades

I'm almost to my middle 60's Glad I'm past ten years of 50's Wondering if my only one sibling Has a thought or of me, is missing I think of her quite often Because I wish she'd soften Father has passed, don't know what cause of death was Mother may have too, and will never know the cause My sister is to inherit our parents huge Florida house Parents always would resort to treat me like a louse My daughter and I , who are in pain and very ill Wonder if any family memories of us are still I had a stroke and I'm usually always in much pain My daughter has an inoperable tumor in her brain I try to make the best of all things Each day I like to do some writings In of her closet a library she is creating Ordering new books that she is awaiting I wonder if this is all our lives were meant to be Our daily events seem to have few moments of glee My daughter has been sick most of her life with a thing or another No one came to see her, not aunt once not even her grandmother When I was younger my daughter and I had matching clothing Today we have matching walkers one of many things I'm loathing For some reason my parents did not like me Of me, they always wanted to be quite free Parents always made me feel that others were more worthy To impress them with things, I often did things in a hurry I spend my days writing poetry and doing genealogy While my daughter spends all hers in daily radiology Time to smile and get on with rest of life Without always feeling I'm under strife Things for us could always be much worse At least for now we don't need a live-in nurse. Copyright 2025 All rights reserved.

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