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 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 7:49 AM UTC
why!
WHY!
Why did i even come to know you
why did i give you a place in my heart
why did i give you my shoulder to lean on
why did i spend that night calling your name
why did my eyes cheat me that you were beautiful
why did i let my hands hold you so tight
why did i let my eyes even look at you
why did i let my mouth say i love you
why?
why didn't i preserve my tears but cried for you
why did i buy that ring when your finger was nowhere to be found
why am i writing this poem while you won't read it
why was i faithful to you while all you did was make my life so dreadful
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 9:12 AM UTC
When she enters that door "the beautiful ones are not yet born" to you will become a fallacy
to know that she is the most beautiful will not require literacy
without her the stars can not form a galaxy she is like a product from a true prophecy
and i swear i will never leave her even if she were a legacy.
Even when time stands still i will love her still
its true am heartless my heart she did steal
her beauty is out of this planet, and yes, she is real
although am a true saint for her i would ****
She is the kind that makes you forego your designer outfit when she exposes her ***** linen
thou am a neighbour to hell she makes me fill like in heaven
her reputation got no competition, she is second to none
and i swear she would make a priest put a ring on it if she were a nun.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 6:06 AM UTC
I make my own moves, I never follow the crowd
I never zing when am supposed to zag
I give everything but not a ****
I live my own life and follow what i believe in
Am not a remote, you will never control me
I will always be me, to me change is not inevitable
Always minding my own business
Afraid to make losses at the end of my financial year
My life is well spent, that's why i never regret
A bad boy since birth, never copy my style
I love my life, like dem ******* love thee kuchi
AM THE C.E.O AND THE BOSS OF MY ******* LIFE!
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 8:02 AM UTC
C-"Come baby come" that,s my soul calling
U- Unconditional love in my heart its flowing
T- Take my heart baby L.O.V.E is its code
H- Hold it with care its the 9th wonder
B- Because its the only archive that your heart is treasured
E- Every tourist come looking for it but like a
R- Rite it is protected in my blood streams
T- Taking it to another level and romance is its interest rate
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
By the show of hands, how many wonna attend my funeral
not that am joking but doctors have proved am suffering from success
they said its a strange disease coz its only symptom are blessings in excess
its not communicable nor viral its acquired spiritually.
I don't rock Versace but my worn out t-shirts reveals my healthy body
sometimes I walk naked but am blessed coz I always afford to wear a smile
my name don't appear on the phobes list but God is the author of my story
I don't dine with kings I dine with the king of kings am sorry
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC
she is one in a billion coz a million is not on her level
no word can describe her coz she puts me above the see level
i even don't know what to call her coz beautiful is her first name
in beauty she got no competition she is a couch in the game.
she don't make headlines she is the headline
when she moves she makes everything stop like she is a deadline
she is sweet when I got no stew with her wonna dine
coz every thing she got is so divine.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 5:21 AM UTC
Man is to error, woman to a mistake
men feast,women just taste
I don't love her, I think I got lust
but as they say, you can get love at lust
She thinks I live in heaven, but am a neighbour to hell
she says my swag is cool, she
don't know my days are numbered
I told her am romantic, but was tale
she thinks am her foundation, she is truly standing on a shell
Am sorry for her, cheating is my calling
I text my next girl, when she is snoring
when she grow up she want her finger to have my ring
she thinks she is my queen, but I have never been her king
She is hot but her girl friend is hotter
everyday I dream, moulding her like a potter
am through with her friend, I think I saw her cousin
she is not my kind, but in her I want to pop in
Her cousin now, just called me darling
I am about to mix her, let me take off my ring
I think she is sweet, I need to pull up
but here comes another beauty,eish! just hold up
I have a golden boot, am a super player
caution to all ladies, am a real slayer
but am always fair, to them I say a prayer
before their hidden treasure, with me they can share
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 5:12 AM UTC
If i were given a chance to be born again
i guess i would not change anything in my life
i would enjoy the best part of my life
and the worst i would welcome it with two hands
some would want to be born billionaires
but for me i would gladly accept the poverty i have
i can see you laughing at my decisions but sorry
am poor physically but my mind is more than a gold mine
if i were born again i would long for the day i cried the most
the tears i shed makes me stand where i am today
i would ask for that happy day which i received hugs and kisses
for it taught me,just like a coin life is two sided
i would pray the day my heart was broken to come
because it taught me how to fix it
when my love was gone i tried to love myself
then i realized no man is an island because God was still loving me
i would celebrate the day i was depressed
and the day i thought i was most stressed
i would wait for the day my life was messed
because through all this am blessed
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
Desperate, the only word that could define her
on her face she had no make up, but those disgusting bruises
with each bruise competing to give its story.
the one on the left cheek, shouted than that on her right hip
the one on the forehead would sure make the headlines
telling the story of her and her cruel life.
Her friend envied her, she was a friend to the teacher
she gave him her consent, coz she thought he was richer
after all was done, he turned out to be a cheater
coz experience proved to her, ''am better than your teacher.''
Her belly started protruding, nine months later she was a mother
her father disowned her, he could not live with two mothers
she was sad but happy to be free
ready to carry the title, THE FREE PRISONER.
Day one was bad,but day three and four, became worse
she had a kid to look after but in her mind she knew
she was not a qualified nurse...
''i wish i knew, i wish i knew'' that was the chorus
of her new song coz life to her was too tragic
making her broke to afford some hope.
Of all people, death knocked at her door post
and as we are talking now her child is gone
she has nothing left, but options in her head;
make an early exit from her cursed world
or become a lady of the night.
She wishes she choose the first option
because the second has make her a walking corpse
she encounter with those beasts clad in man's skin is disheartening
the last one tried to break her heart, not knowing already it was in pieces.
This is her fifth abortion that came with a secret
that only her and her doctor knows; she is positive...
she can cry no more, her tear glands are dry
this explains why her favorite movie is, 'A THOUSAND WAYS TO DIE'.
She jumps in-front of a speeding vehicle and waits for the worst
she opens her eyes to find herself on the floor
with her mother telling her she was late for school
and FINALLY she realizes it was just a dream.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC