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wordsinthewind
wordsinthewind
22/F/American The door is open, stand and knock, you hold the key, not all is lost.
I cry for the moon every night Who am I, without her light Have cloudy skies hid Luna from view Or has she been stolen, while we grow blue Where do lost celestials go In shadow and day, her children long to know The dark side is obscured by astrology We wait for her, devout to silver mythology Milky Way pearl return to our shores We wait, for you to adore
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Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 11:47 AM UTC
Moonsick
Tomorrow, before the sun goes down I will try to build Rome
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Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 7:29 PM UTC
In a day
There is no reason To look out your windows here Unless I think you are home In another life I watched the snow fall I could return to that place No one would be there. My head has been in the clouds I am waiting For it to come back down I have been saying goodbye For so long My head has been in the clouds By demand, we give The softest parts of ourselves away Am I truly tender? In all my hard places Am I? Come Down to my reasoning Down to the bottom The atoms. Find simplicity in my complexity. Come down darling. . Calm down Darling I can listen again Do you hear me? I went to the place I could only see I could not speak, or hear How beautiful To hear your voice again
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Dec 30, 2024
Dec 30, 2024 at 4:05 PM UTC
Snowfall
In four days I go back to the place I was born I have not been there lately There are pieces of me That can never leave there I was the only one who tried I do not know if these pieces lived Lived, died or dissipated I am not there to observe I am somewhere beyond Will this place welcome me When I return A familiar road A friendly face A sweet summer smell A sour taste Perhaps it will not know me at all This I understand I know much of holding bitterness In vacant space Much of forgetfulness I do not know much at all Only that home and I are stubborn strangers
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Jun 10, 2024
Jun 10, 2024 at 9:29 PM UTC
Stranger
You seek for your spirit to be fed I seek your satisfaction We sit here at a stone table Both hungry Tell me you are a child I will not ask for how long I am tomorrows memory And you, todays This body has tricked me I am easily deceived To think I am The brain beneath the crown Another man wore thorns I am naked As a newborn lamb Only half as pure Snowflakes sit in your dark hair Star crystals in an auburn sky They drip, melt, run, dry I change much quicker I am not patient For even a moment I am the rainbow Waiting behind the storm Are you ready For something beautiful You will not see me Beginning or ending I will only remember you Look at me The way you did After the flood We are in the mountains again We made our sacrifice here The stone is split A perfect half, how unholy Feast your eyes Your body will still hunger I will break Like bread.
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Jun 10, 2024
Jun 10, 2024 at 9:23 PM UTC
Stale
The flowers blooming in Antarctica Will be on our graves We have loved the earth The way most men love women Not much at all Not willing to listen or change We **** her With greed For our short satisfaction
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Jan 19, 2024
Jan 19, 2024 at 7:33 PM UTC
Climate Change
Tell me Please You find something divine In my familiarity As I find peace In yours
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Dec 15, 2023
Dec 15, 2023 at 12:21 PM UTC
Fit Together
I’m just a girl I love her I love moving my body I love music No one Can care for me Like myself
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Nov 30, 2023
Nov 30, 2023 at 10:36 AM UTC
Just a girl.
I saw myself in a old photo today I don’t have that outfit anymore I remember the piece of tissue Stuck to my shoe from the toilet water The last thing I remember tasting Was black, and mild, and sober I smoked it on the cold ground In the alley behind the bar That seemed the safest place I took my clothes off when I got home Bagged them twice Placed them in the garage bin I sat under the scalding shower water Praying it would burn you out of me Feeling the storm inside Wanting lightning to come down Strike you from me Wishing I had the strength To scrub you off me Knowing naked would never be the same A layer of comfort peeled away I saw myself in a photo today The day you made me sick Remembering laying lifeless In my bed Unable to move, sweating The fever did not cleanse me You readied me For trials I did not know I would endure You weakened me For burdens I was not meant to bear It was a week before he came Separate from you Soon to be the same In my fevered thoughts I thought my shining knight Was here to comfort me He drew his sword Stabbing the wound you opened His armor Protected only him Who will pull the sword From the stone I am too weak Picture me now Wearing this scar I waited for it to fade To heal
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Nov 15, 2023
Nov 15, 2023 at 7:19 PM UTC
Her & Him
Grief is my religion And oh, how earnestly I worship
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Oct 27, 2023
Oct 27, 2023 at 12:43 PM UTC
Devout