Imagine if everyone on Hello Poetry didn't write prose that made us want to **** ourselves?
Boo, hoo. you broke up with someone. Welcome to life.
No one cares. You only hope they do.
You're the reason why people hate poetry. It's stanza after stanza describing how desperate and pathetic you are. How about trying to make people smile and laugh? No, that wouldn't be emotional enough for you.
You want us to know you **** at relationships and you just have to complain about suicides.
boo ******* hoo.
Welcome to life. There's enough sadness involved without you spewing your hopeless drivel about it. Guess how many things are going to change now that you've written a stupid poem about them? Yea, zero.
Learn to make people laugh, not waste everyone's time with your ********
"I'm deep because I write overly-emotional poetry"
No, you're a waste of everyone's time because you actually think they give a **** about your problems. Everyone has their own problems. You're not special.
But, maybe you think you're special because you belong to Hello Poetry.
Maybe, write another poem about it. Trust us, no one cares.
:)
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC
****** ****** on my lip;
You itchy little reddish blip.
You come and go just as you please,
O, how I wish to rid ******
What is it about my face,
That you would want to bring disgrace?
You hide behind the name “coldsore,”
But your just herpes…nothing more.
Wheres MYpes, and HISpes, and what about YOURpes?
Why does it always have to be ******
Ointments and creams, the hell just won’t end!
O no! My herpe just grew a friend!
There’s two of them now! What do I do?
Well, here’s something I know to be very true:
That sharing is caring; that’s what they say,
So kiss me and let’s share my ****** today!
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
“Stop picking on me, please, just leave me alone;
I’ve done nothing to you, I’m just trying to go home.
You might think it’s funny, the kind of clothes I wear,
But I don’t understand why you would even care.
So what if I wear thick glasses because I need help to see,
Because I see clearly you’re someone I hope I’ll never be.
Every time you call me ‘stupid,’ that really hurts me too,
Trust me, you would feel the same if it was said to you.
I might be small and might be weak but that is no excuse,
My body size is something that I just did not choose.
I know I like to spend recess escaping into my books,
It’s unfair that when I try to smile you give me ***** looks.
The bruises on my arm you gave still are black and blue,
I really wish you could see yourself through my point-of-view.
School is a place that I should be able to learn and have fun,
But you took that joy away from me and now I’m left with none.
I don’t have many friends and I feel I don’t fit in,
My whole life I’ve fought a losing battle and for once I’d like to win.
My home life is very hard, and my parents fight each day,
They tell me they don’t love me and they wished I’d go away.
I have nobody I can talk to, and it makes my cry at night,
I hoped school could pull me from my darkness and finally show me light.
So please, I beg you, leave me be, I feel fragile and distraught,
Because you don’t know a thing about the battles that I’ve fought.”
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
I was hungry, so I went to the deli to eat,
And it wasn’t a far walk, just right down the street.
My stomach was excited, as I threw open the door,
But immediately I thought, “This decision was poor.”
Behind the counter stood a man who looked like a freak,
With pockmarks and moles that made my knees weak.
His mouth was a mess and his teeth, long and mangled,
It’s a mystery that they fit, with the way they were angled.
I was uneasy at first, but decided I’d try,
And maybe It’d turn out he wasn’t a bad guy.
I told him I wanted a BLT:
Bacon, lettuce, tomato, and mayo -- really easy.
Well, this guy turned out to be about as smart as a rock,
He proceeded to ruin my sandwich while I stared in shock.
First he grabs the roll, and cuts it in two,
And the two halves were uneven! What’s wrong with you!?
Then he picks up the mayo knife and starts to slather,
And I realize that this guy didn’t even gather
The fact that there’s ketchup all over the knife that he’s using!
I feel like this guy is starting to find this amusing.
Next for the veggies -- the L and T --
Should be simple, but this guy really worried me.
He slaps on the lettuce which is slimy and brown,
This was now a competitor for “Worst Sandwich in Town.”
Time for tomatoes, and I’m feeling scared…
He takes the nasty white end pieces, and throws them on like, “Who cares?”
Then he wraps up the sandwich that he thinks he’s done makin’,
And he hands it to me even though there’s No Bacon!!
So I looked at him straight, and I spoke him these words,
“You can have that back, since it looks as appealing as turds!”
I stormed out the deli feeling nothing but disgust,
And decided that that was the last time I trust
A deli worker who had teeth that didn’t fit his jaw,
And a face that looked like he kissed a bansaw.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
Here’s an ode to the place that I sleep every night --
My apartment, so small, it can barely fit light.
My bathroom is my kitchen, which is also my bedroom,
And I walk on my knees because there’s a shortage of headroom.
I don’t bring girls home because there’s no room for lovin’,
If we fall off my bed, we’ll end up in the oven.
There’s a cold draft all the time, at least that’s how it feels;
I sleep with my feet out a window, and birds crap on my heels!
I have One Single Light Bulb that dangles over the bed,
And works 10 percent of the time, but it’s usually just dead.
When I cook food I have to make sure that windows are open wide,
Cuz if not, the smoke gets so thick you can’t see inside!
And my smoke alarm is broken, which is actually a good thing,
Cuz if it weren’t, all day long I’d hear that piercing RIIINNGGG!!
My apartment is a disaster! I want back my money!
It’s really depressing even though it sounds funny…
I wanna find the landlord, that cheapskate disgrace,
And in lieu of next month’s rent, give him a slap him across the face.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
You make me breakfast, and I’ll make you lunch;
Bring me a flower, and I’ll bring you a bunch.
Walk with me a step, and I’ll travel with you a mile;
Every time you laugh I fall in love with your smile.
Sail in my boat, and I’ll fly in your plane;
You’re like the sunshine that’s dries up my rain.
Write me a letter, and I’ll sing you a song;
We knew our love could never be wrong;
Give me a hug, and I’ll give you a kiss;
Each second I'm with you is nothing but bliss;
Make me a promise, and I’ll swear you an oath;
Give me your hands, and I’ll hold them both.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 11:52 AM UTC
I begged you not to leave, but you packed your things and did it anyway. After you left, the silence that engulfed the room was the loudest thing I had ever heard.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
Meet my dog Peeve.
Please, feel free to pet Peeve.
Also, feel free to talk too loudly and wake up my children,
Feel free to eat the rest of my food without asking,
Feel free to finish the toilet paper roll and not replace it,
Feel free to interrupt me when I’m talking about my summer vacation,
Feel free to listen to loud music while I’m trying to relax,
Feel free to take credit for everybody else’s accomplishments,
Feel free to take everything that anybody’s ever done for you for granted, and continue living a thankless existence, while thinking the world owes you something you’ve never deserved.
But most of all, feel free to pet Peeve.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
Dear fear,
You don’t scare me, I embrace you.
I have the courage to stand up and face you.
I look you in the eye, breathe you in and taste you.
And I hate the taste, no wonder people wanna spit you out and waste you!
I’m smarter and braver and better; holding you deep inside, I have no place to.
If you decide to run away, trust me, I won’t chase you.
I’ll wave my hand high, as you disappear over the horizon.
sincerely yours,
Ryan
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
“What’s the meaning of life?” Is a question we ask,
But finding the answer is no simple task.
Everyone’s here for a reason on our great Mother Earth,
Until the day they die and from the moment of birth.
This is the story of a journey I took,
That forever changed for me how the universe looked.
My entire concept of this physical world,
Was shattered while I saw infinity unfurled.
It all starts with the chemical known as DMT,
I had heard rumors that it could set your soul free.
Needless to say it had my intrigue,
I’d tried LSD and Psilocybin, but this was in a different league.
I did some research and learned that you can smoke it,
That apparently was the easiest way to invoke it.
By chance DMT had found me a few weeks later,
And left a huge dent in my soul like a crater.
I had a glass pipe and the DMT at hand,
It was a fine beige powder that resembled coarse sand.
I packed the pipe full and took a big hit,
Held it in tight and leaned back to sit.
The first thing I noticed was the room got real blurry,
And everything started to fade black in a hurry.
Anxiety kicked in, and my nerves were full blast,
I had no idea how long this feeling would last.
I closed my eyes, and stared into a dazzling black,
And I had the sensation of someone standing behind my back.
I suddenly felt a calm like I’d never thought life could bring,
And whispered from behind were three words: “This, is everything…”
At the exact second the words had finished being spoken,
The universe crumbled and reality was broken.
My soul left my body and was catapulted above,
To a place that transcends time, and inundated with love.
I soared through a tornado made of vibrantly stained glass,
The pure energy was overwhelming and moved through me quite fast.
I traveled into infinity through all its patterned veils,
A kaleidoscopic carnival full of intergalactic trails.
Glorious music engulfed me dressed as ornately woven ribbons,
It’s the most profound experience that I had ever been given.
Helping guide my journey were omniscient entities of light,
Who led me through this astounding matrix of delight!
Their intense embrace of loving energy I can’t begin to explain,
It’s a place that entirely dissolved away all sadness or pain.
There’s no linearity of time, nor concept of “self,”
Earth was temporarily placed on hold up high on a shelf.
I inhabited the deepest recesses of my brain,
I experienced my sub consciousness on a multi-dimensional plane.
I surpassed a wall of brilliantly interwoven neon tape,
And entered a cathedral expanse divinely infinite in scape.
The Godhead of eternity was the place that I was in,
A realm of unimaginable light and power where our souls begin.
To me, this was absolute proof there’s a world beyond ours,
Way outside our galaxy, and light-years beyond the stars.
After my journey, my life was a new leaf that had turned,
I spent weeks thinking about all the things I had learned.
My new knowledge of existence was the only thing that mattered,
When the world was reassembled after my ego was shattered.
Now I no longer fear death, even if I try,
For I know deep in my heart that our spirits never die.
Yes, we’ll shed this mortal coil in which we all reside,
But our soul’s energy will live forever on life’s epic ride.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC