I have read so many wonderful poems,
haiku's, 10 words, so many more, and none are alike!
But we tend to forget about spoken word poems,
Hello Poetry, can you make it possible to share our spoken words as well as our massive pile on's of endless poetry. Spoken Words would add to the sight, and only make it better.
I wish I could also Use Hellopoetry on my mobile phone, in an app,
I'm not sure about anyone else, but that would maybe add to HP
Please consider what I've had to say, c:
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC
Where are thee my dearest friends
Who are in attendance during my days of fun
Right now I'm with villains cloudy sky and heavy rain
Please enlighten me, be my heroic sun
I looked at north, gazed at east
But seems I can't count even one
I searched south, glanced at west
But Lo! I see none...
1-11-2016
Mysterious_aries
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 3:13 PM UTC
Your parents gave you life, but they're not responsible for the choices you make.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 3:09 PM UTC
it's ok that things are bad
yes, you're allowed to feel sad
no you're not ******* mad
leave that lad
don't tell me he's the best you've ever had
you're allowed to vent
I know how much he meant
what's left lingering is the scent
even after the ******* went
because he wasn't content
drunk, alone and full of self pity
now you feel ******
just because he doesn't think you're witty,
doesn't mean you're not pretty
you light up the whole god **** city
thinking stood washing the windows
isn't it funny who he chose
I will never get those
who choose a thorn over a rose
think about all the other lost souls
let love take its tole
you be Romeo and she will fight for the Juliet role
just please don't leave a hole
in her almost empty soul
oh my oh my
the way she cries
when she hears his lies
acting like its a surprise
I almost believe those eyes
after all those self righteous highs
can you honestly question who dies?
let me say again,
it's ok that things are bad
yes, you're allowed to feel sad
no you're not ******* mad
leave that lad
don't tell me he's the best you've ever had
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 2:54 PM UTC
We fill the air with useless words
Filling the empty space,
Minds and hearts yearning to fill the void themselves
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 2:54 PM UTC
there comes a point in time when they are no longer your lover, no more than a friend, and it doesn't hit you until you begin to tell them how you forgot again to turn the lights off before bed, or that you saw their mother at the store, and it's then that you realize it's better to bite your tongue and keep moving on.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
So you are coming back now,
In small currents.
Lapping against my shores ever so gently,
Sneekily peeking inside for hidden memories.
Now that you have come back,
In tides and waves.
Hitting against me with a power so familiar.
Trying to knock the walls that hide me,
From the memories I dare not revisit.
Now that you have gone,
A storm's wreck behind
You knocked down every wall I built.
Leaving me in circles,
In this hurricane of broken emotions.
I am still caught up in your winds.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC
and we roamed my bed
like the corners of your city
struggling to breathe,
grasping to every thread
of my soft sheets
you brought fire to my body,
brought waves of ocean
from my steaming pores
and you're thrusting
like diving down a deep well
crying out like a wolf
as if my ceiling is the moon
without any uncertainty,
you held the hanging bells
from the temple you're
trying to rule,
like you would to your pillow
pinch, bite, and lick
as if you're trying to do
some sort of a magic trick
what we did felt good,
your love tastes good,
and the daylight came
reaching out my windows
touching my eyes softly
and slowly, I came to my senses
and wished to be asleep forever
or prolong my greatest night
the darkness died as the sun came up
and you were gone in the morning
like my old school camp fire
gone for good...
after a night of festive screams,
scratches, and rolling in the hay,
what I got was just a trip
in Heaven and Hell
and I was so burned by your body,
blinded by your touch,
silenced with your kisses,
for a few hours, you made me
an object of your desires and lust
you're a daydream in the night
and your love is a mirage
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel like a lighter,
With no fuel to spark a flame,
I guess I'll be no use to you,
And that may never change,
"I'll forget you I will,"
The broken-hearted sing,
Gunfire in the Winter,
Broken bottles ring,
You got higher in the summer,
I still called you my queen,
And every piece of you and me,
Are frozen in the spring.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
They say that time is supposed to heal you
But after all these years
I've never felt more broken
K R W
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC