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Dad I just learned to say your name ain’t you proud why did you walk out the door again Dad I’ve learned so much already I’m more than 3ft tall now, I like playing outside climbing trees, maybe you’ll call now? Dad I know you stopped by for my birthday but you missed Christmas, did Santa have me on the naughty list cause it was just you and some cool toys on my Christmas wish list Dad I can’t believe I’m starting high school and your finally in my life to stay now Dad I’m so glad I get to live with you now things were too hostile between mum and stepdad I’m thankfully that you’re here now ..... ..... Dad I’m not a kid anymore. My whole life I just wanted to know who you are Dad it’s been 13 years since I walked out that door I hear you still drink and get into bar fights And the harder drugs **** that was a surprise even to me I thought having a **** and beer was more of your thing But I don’t know you and I know you and I know of you What do you say to the man that claims he’s your fam when he missed the entire first chapter and ****** up the next You say stay safe and take care The one thing I learned from you is that life is not fair
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Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC
Dad, father or a stranger
Filtered faces Staged selfies Eating oysters Look at my new watch, sneakers this and that Look at the places I visit Look at my perfect life No colours are too bright Edited to perfection Cropped out the background Hide the mess If they don’t see it then it doesn’t exist This is my wonderful wife, life, pooch and house If I didn’t stage that selfie then this is all of what you would see the dog that won’t stop barking, the house that needs cleaned and possibly refurbished, the wife scrambling at the debt letters on the kitchen counter wondering why the money don’t cover it The life you wish to filter and draw a line under with the caption “perfect life”
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Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
Filtered lives
Money weights heavy on the scales of social justice. We’ve all been deceived social values and beliefs but what about the homeless people you see living on the streets our society is too quick to throw away the key to the people living on the streets barely getting by, stealing to eat, dealing with social exclusion, depression, addiction, mental health, anxiety that need for a prescription or an alcoholic ingestion, sitting crouched over with their chins burrowed into their knees and their arms tightly wrapped around them, while the fancy ties and Gucci bags just pass them by, do you know some turn tricks in order to survive they have no shelter no place to call home, no place to be warm society has tossed them aside, left them fallen sleeping in doorways of expensive city stores These people are human beings just like you and me, they are people’s kids, that are talked about, forgotten about, left to die cold on the street think about that homeless person you seen lying on the street that could be you or me, how would you feel if you were begging on the street looking up to frowning faces as they attend there usual rat races big fat briefcases. Take time to acknowledge their sleeping bag and their cold hands and feet and the cardboard that’s underneath to keep the rain from seeping into their pavement side bed, is it really too much to ask people if they want a tea or a coffee along with something hot to fill their grouchy tummy , so they may feel like someone actually might care to help them. When the system has hell bent them. These are god **** people with feelings that just need someone to respect them and a government to protect them. It’s a diabolical crime for people to be left out to die on the street it happens all the time amongst you and me be the one that gives hope to the poor souls that’s dying every minute on these cold winter streets
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Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 12:20 PM UTC
The people living on the streets
Money weights heavy on the scales of social justice. We’ve all been deceived social values and beliefs but what about the homeless people you see living on the streets our society is too quick to throw away the key to the people living on the streets barely getting by, stealing to eat, dealing with social exclusion, depression, addiction, mental health, anxiety that need for a prescription or an alcoholic ingestion, sitting crouched over with their chins burrowed into their knees and their arms tightly wrapped around them, while the fancy ties and Gucci bags just pass them by, do you know some turn tricks in order to survive they have no shelter no place to call home, no place to be warm society has tossed them aside, left them fallen sleeping in doorways of expensive city stores These people are human beings just like you and me, they are people’s kids, that are talked about, forgotten about, left to die cold on the street think about that homeless person you seen lying on the street that could be you or me, how would you feel if you were begging on the street looking up to frowning faces as they attend there usual rat races big fat briefcases. Take time to acknowledge their sleeping bag and their cold hands and feet and the cardboard that’s underneath to keep the rain from seeping into their pavement side bed, is it really too much to ask people if they want a tea or a coffee along with something hot to fill their grouchy tummy , so they may feel like someone actually might care to help them. When the system has hell bent them. These are god **** people with feelings that just need someone to respect them and a government to protect them. It’s a diabolical crime for people to be left out to die on the street it happens all the time amongst you and me be the one that gives hope to the poor souls that’s dying every minute on these cold winter streets
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Kiss me Date me Care for me Share secrets with me Build your trust in me Make love to me Proposed to me Messed around on me Put the blame on me Why didn’t you just love me I did kiss you I did date you I did care for you I did share secrets with you I did trust you I did make love to you I did propose to you I didn’t mess around on you The blame is on you All I did was love you
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Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 4:11 PM UTC
Broken love
Today is the 13th of December it's quietly been crawling through the wee hours of the night It's cold here where I live -4 to be precise What's the weather like where you live? I'd imagine it to be sunny all the time. A magical place where unicorns run free across skies and seas and their is no wars just always and only peace, there is no known word called disease and everyone there is overflowing with happiness and delight to be in such a perfect afterlife. You see everyone down here is just getting ready for Christmas and writing their own wish lists But I can't help but think of you, or you, or you, or you, four people gone from this families tree within months of each other you vanished this year and I didn't get time to tell you I love you as you took your last breaths and left this earth For a prettier place where you still get to see the snow you just don't get to feel the bitter touch of -4 on this day in December I just wanted you to know that I remember you, and you, and you, and you!
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Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 3:16 AM UTC
December is -4
I like to write it's a great passed time of mine where I can scribble a thousand thoughts and then say right I'm fine, I've had a good whine I can get up and on with my day, cause a pen to paper is sometimes better than a buried box with closed thoughts that will never reach its recipient.
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Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 10:28 AM UTC
Scribbling mayhem
I met this girl years ago Intense even from the get go It was hard not to obsess It was the way she dressed up little words along the tapestry and down the drapes from the small cracks in the walls to the kitchens junk drawer she filled the whole place with warmth and light   every time she said I love you baby, good night!
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Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 8:54 AM UTC
Birdie
Swim up, don't drown!   submerged in unconscious waters sitting on the oceans floor hoping for flowers to grow, waters surround even more.  I tired myself out, I thought about floating away. swim up, don't drown! know I'll never drown I learn to swim first like they taught us when we were kids diving to adventure first learning to swim later Swim up, don't drown! flowers need the sun to grow part of the growth ocean of emotion challenges everything It wants strength, it sees bravery, it just needs a little hope. sun reflects on this ocean floor for it knows flowers have never grown here before Swim up, don't drown. Flowers need sunshine to bloom Not a place like the oceans floor, look up with your flowers , rise to the sun above.
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Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 8:40 AM UTC
Swim up, don't drown!