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Tired is an emotion,
It's a wavering between sad,
And paranoid.
Exhausted because you couldn't sleep,
You were worrying about everything,
About her, about you, about life, the future too.
You keep worrying,
Until you pass out from lack of sleep,
And not even writing helps.
Because there's nothing to write about,
You feel the same every passing day,
But you can't write the same thing for days in a row.
New work, is there new work?
I'm working on it,
Drowning in thoughts,
Wish I could drown it out,
I can't out-think myself.
Though I wish I could,
My mind is a faucet,
But there's no turning it off.
So tired
True love,
Who love?
You, love.
Sometimes it's not about pushing, you just have to enjoy.
12h · 105
Am I AI Too?
There's a chance,
I was AI generated,
Not born to a human,
Or made by a god,
A grand example of proper machinery,
Possibly another fault of humanity,
Because I wasn't programed with humility,
Maybe computer based artwork is so good,
Even I couldn't tell my mind is a mother board.
Not hinting at anything, just wanted to use this theme.
16h · 52
Without Flour
It's not learning to do without flour,
Or to like new substitutions.
It's steps on a road to be happier,
To be healthier,
To be you.
Trader Joes has amazing gluten free options
2d · 82
Almost 600
Almost 600 poems,
On my way to 700,
Yet some how,
I haven’t written the same thing twice.

(Ignore the sunset poems)
It’s crazy
3d · 141
Stay With Me
A top theme of poems,
Is loneliness.
Are we as poets destined to be alone?
Or is there a chance for some of us to pull away,
I hope there is.
What if being accompanied now,
Means I'll sit by myself tomorrow,
Please don't let this leave.
I don't do well by myself
4d · 873
Someday. . .
Someday love,
We'll live down by the sea,
Together for all of eternity.

Someday love,
We'll be away from pestering eyes,
Making a life for ourselves.

Someday love,
We'll grow old with our son and daughter,
Joyously watching as they grow.

Someday. . .
Wishing
4d · 152
I Pay For Her
I pray for her safety,
The world is scary.
I pray for her happiness,
She deserves joy.
I pray for her,
That not even a hair will bother her.
I wish I could be there always
I like to say,
I'm an esteemed poet,
A vibrant fan of literature.
I'm an avid writer,
I recite some too.
But the first time I heard "The Raven,"
Was on the Simpsons.
I recommend that episode it was great
Season 2 Episode 3
"You better post today <3"

I'm so grateful,
To have my number one fan.
A consistent reader
It takes something to write poems,
Less talent, more experience,
I'm lucky to have experienced it.
There's a lot of these
4d · 110
Like No Other
It's real nice to know,
That at the end of that day,
We will be the same.

I love you like no other
As much as this is a gift,
It is a curse all the same.
Speaking in the tongue of thought,
I seem to think it all,
And I want to speak it all.

Although I wish each time a star passes by,
I still lay silent.
Stolen from my chance to speak,
Is there a way to say this where it'll be heard,
All of it, not just the gems.
Poetry
If you're lonely,
Start greeting strangers on the street,
A funny thing starts to happen,
When you stop to say 'Hello!'

If you're looking for a real remedy,
So you can feel real happy,
Always remember to smile,
Wherever you find yourself.

I'd bet a five dollar bill,
Strictly on your life filling up,
After you begin to say hey,
Whether it's a passerby, or a new friend.
A smile and a nod goes a long way.
Tomorrow comes no matter what,
Whether or not you worry about its arrival.
Is it worth it to worry about moving forward?
The future is inevitable
When life changes you,
Must change with it or else it,
May leave you behind.
Just got diagnosed with celiac desiese today
Mar 25 · 209
It's A Good Place
It's a good place,
The place we are.
Even in the cold weather,
I know I have your warmth to hold me over.
Because after all the freezing winds,
Comes the happy days of spring,
And this spring, I'll be happy with you.
So won't you get your converse on,
To come flower picking with me.
We can skip down flower fields,
Picking plenty of rosy red poppies.
Love grows with the seasons
Mar 25 · 134
My Time Travel Hat
I've got a magic hat,
That'll take you back in time.
So we can go shoot pool,
In 1999.
Or back to the 80's,
We can dance, dance baby!
Do the robot all the way back,
To the 50's.
That's where I left my I-pod,
Hope they haven't found that. . .
Inspired by the song, "Safety Dance" by Men Without Hats.
Ironic
Mar 24 · 145
Waves
Your beautiful wave washed over me,
When I was a lonely shore off the sea.

Wrapping its elegance over my sands,
The way we hold each others' lonely hands.

Replaced the dust with dazzling sea glasses,
Brought back the sparkle to my heart's masses.
Each stanza rhymes and is 20 syllables
I learned to spar with my stray thoughts,
Every ounce of fear or anxiety,
Becomes a battle of wit.

Though that may not work for everyone,
Some just build lanterns,
A way to see through the night.

Others learn to silence their worries,
Utilizing weapons to wipe away their nightmares,
Burning holes where there once was doubt.
Everyone has their own cure.
Mar 24 · 175
Lightning Love
Every little thing you do,
It lights me up.
Almost if I was a pool of oil,
That your passion set aflame,
I will burn each night and day.
So that the sun can never set,
On our lightning love.
I'm dumbstruck by how amazing she is
Mar 24 · 115
No Sequels
This movie of mine is ending,
And I don't want a sequel.
Just leave it here,
Let it be.
I'm finally in a good place again,
I think I'd like to stay.
So here's a cheers for good days,
Let's keep it that way.
        Hey!
Slightly inspired by the works of Qualyxian Quest
Mar 23 · 68
Once A Pioneer
I was once a lonesome pioneer,
A past life ways away,
I spurred my horse in desert sands.
A familiar stranger,
Is all I ever was,
Anyone could tell you, nobody remembered me,
I was in by sunset and left by it's rise,
A way-fairing American,
Inspired by new lands,
After all, the west is best.
Inspired by old west style country
Mar 23 · 134
Mortality In 9 Words
We are lit,

We burn,
We flicker,
We die.
I'm afraid we all burn up, some slower than others.
Mar 23 · 713
I Present, America.
There's something bout this place,
America, rolling plains and jagged peaks,
Skies of stars drifting in my gaze.

Europe has history,
But we have soul,
No where's better for me,
Than America's portion of the seas.

Whether or not we're falling apart,
This landscape is beyond mere art,
After all, we all came here to make dreams,
Not for the perfect life,
But one we'll remember when it ends.
Home
Edward Carnegie was once a normal man,
Steel monopolist extraordinaire.
Till a fateful dip in rail stock,
Lead to his discovery of time travel.
Confused, he landed just a few years from the modern day,
Where he was arrested by the Time Police.
"Edward, we'll set you free,
If you defeat public time enemy,
The Alien."
So off went Carnegie to the modern day,
To face off against fellow PTE.
But what was revealed,
Shocked even the Time Police.
His business partner, Henry Frick,
Was the real villain all along.
"Buckle up, we're going back in time!"
Back to the time of steel money,
Frick had almost bested Carnegie.
"The company is mine Edward, stand down!"
Though undenounced to Henry,
His advisory had pumped his veins full,
Of the Blood Of Steel.
Inspired by a home movie a friend made
Mar 21 · 225
Love Is Strange
Love is a strange thing,
Often plays games in your head,
Keeping you from bed.
Confusing
Mar 21 · 212
I Hope
I hope for longer days,
More light on this lonely town,
For better times to come,
And for them to stay.

I hope for the warm to return,
Life feels better in the sun,
Fingers are more useful,
When they aren't shivering.

I hope for the future to be bright,
That we will grow and prosper,
As the flowers grow and rise,
Let us reach out our petals to the light.
Hope is a living thing
Mar 21 · 170
I Worry
I worry a lot,
And I know I need to stop,
But I can't just leave anxiety,
It's a human instinct inside of me.

I worry for your safety,
I worry for mine,
It's a cold world out there,
Without enough fire to keep us all warm.

So if you're struggling,
Please confide in me,
I worry so much for you,
For your happiness.
You cherish the things you love, it's why we become obsessed.
Mar 21 · 182
Show Business
Show business isn't as glorious as you'd think,
There's not much glory that comes form this stage,
Yet us actors trade all the lovely pieces of our life,
For a split second of grace and beauty.

Don't mention the back stage,
No to an actor at least,
I'm afraid nothing good happens there,
At least for us, it's just heartbreak and longing.
Acting, you chose to mask yourself from reality.
Mar 20 · 113
If We Disappeared
If the planet woke up,
And we had all disappeared,
Would it mourn our memory?

It depends on the way we go,
Somebody snapping their fingers, we fade away,
Or a blinding ball of light as nuclear weapons implode.

If God revoked our presence today,
What would happen with all the factories,
There's a chance they run until Earth runs out of fuel.

It seems that if that happened,
Then all these countries would sink into the sea,
With our glory and memory.
The prompt was,
Would Earth be better off if we all went extinct.
Mar 20 · 113
March 20th 2025
I'm tired,
But that's not everything,
I'm out of body,
Often with my soul wandering,
Watching over things and righting the displaced,
A fragment of what it should be,
So don't worry,
I'm tired too.
Mar 20 · 224
Mr. Rose
They call me Mr. Rose,
Bearer of lost love,
Mourner of memories.

There used to be a Mrs. Rose,
But she faded to nothing but a stray few,
Memories for me to weep over.

They call me Mr. Rose,
Because of this flower I pin on my suit,
More for the stab of the thorn than anything.
The kind of man you'll find in the corner of a sailing club while everyone else enjoys the party.
Mar 20 · 162
I Am Lucky
There's no promise of love,
I was lucky to find it.
Nothing says there will be someone there,
For you to hold or be held by,
When the storm rolls in.
A very few get to know,
Just how it feels,
To embrace your lover.
Carefully placing your hand on their face,
Love isn't promised,
Possibly it may never come,
So I am lucky to have it now.
It's rare for it to be true
Mar 20 · 322
Goodnight
There will always be dark of night,
It is a common human plight.
Often it's hard to move throughout the black,
But what you'll find if you keep moving,
A kindling of light,
Never leave behind a dream.

I miss you
I miss you too


Life will knock you down,
It seems to be the only thing it really knows,
But in the face of doubt,
Move about,
You will come to find,
It's hard to keep inside the night.

May I still hold her when the sun dips well bellow the sea
Tell me lord, may I still praise her if there is dark?


In times of doubt you must stay strong,
Far away from backhanded thoughts,
Never let love waver,
Reinforce it with iron arms,
Be calm with the winds of night,
Condemn this mortal spite.

Never doubt that I am here,
I will hold you safe from the tendrils of fear.


But once it's found,
You fear losing this light,
The piece of love you found,
Within the blinded world of now,
Don't be worried
For if you worry it is destined to leave.

I love you,
I love you too.
Inspired by my love, every time I almost lost my love, the faint piano that plays in our souls, and every little grace of our skin.
Mar 20 · 80
Scrapbook Poem #168
I've come an awfully long way,
But of course I'm not done going.

Someday you'll prove yourself,
Never let them falter your way.
Believe in yourself
Mar 20 · 94
OPAD Notes
Spurious correlation is when two random variables line up,
Such as shark attacks increasing with the amount of ice pops sold,
Unfortunately for health nuts, ice pops don't cause shark attacks.
But what is truly spuriously correlated is this bullet board,
That I am using to unravel the secrets of writing today.
Such as the number 122 lining up with severely different artists,
As well as well defined writers turning into many missing cases.
If I was ever offered a job as official poet detective,
Of course I would take it, but I would run circles each day.
Official Poets' Association Of Detectives
Mar 20 · 70
Scrapbook Poem #167
The sun sets on the last day of winter,
A warm breeze sets upon the cool evening.
Ironically, the first day of spring,
Will be colder than this.
Winter is officially ending.
Mar 19 · 103
Scrapbook Poem #166
Never hesitate to lend a hand,
If you help someone back to their feet,
They'll remember it when you need a hand.

Don't let todays morals get in the way,
Nothing replaces a good old Jack of Trades,
Traveling to make things change.
Karma is a real thing
Mar 19 · 64
Scrapbook Poem #165
I like to throw lightning bolts,
Way up into the sky when no one sees.
Releasing every ounce of plight,
Into a perfect balance.
If you want to know this magic,
You can come with me,
We'll throw thunder through the trees.
Mar 19 · 130
Better Than A Summer Day
What's better than a summer day?
Not a whole lot,
But there are a few things.
There's love for one,
After all, any day with love makes summer look glum.
Some argue for money,
But I just don't know,
Money doesn't feed my soul.
Family is up there,
But the sun can set even on that,
Guess a legacy isn't as immortal as they say.
I miss summer dearly
Mar 19 · 117
Scrapbook Poem #164
Don't let the little things get to your head,
Because if you do, your love will lay dead.
It's complicated
Mar 19 · 150
7,000 Ways To Say
There are over 7,000 known ways,
To say 'I love you' on this earth.
So there is no excuse to not tell the one you love,
That you love them,
And maybe they will say the same,
I know mine did.
7,000
Mar 19 · 292
Hey, I Love You!
Hey, you! I love you,
In fact I love you so much,
You star in my dreams.
I met someone at an all county chorus who loved haikus, unfortunately I had none on me to share.
Mar 18 · 122
New Opportunity
To those honored poets,
An opportunity has opened up,
I'd like to spread this gospel,
Of a chance to reach new horizons,
Well beyond this world,
Now gather if you dare,
Join and journey to a new place.
You most likely already saw it, but one of the great poets on this site, Ghost, is making an Instagram project to share poetry from this site into the wider world. Go check it out!
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5008427/hellopoetrys-best/
Mar 18 · 146
I Knew It!
I knew it!
I knew it wasn't real,
I knew the echoes of this place,
Were just misleading hooks in my face.
Look at all these people, real,
I swear they aren't simple clones,
Or were they all along?
Leave it in the past
The Black Knight of the Franks,
He feared no thing,
Except for the hand of God.

With his sword and cross,
He rode triumphant,
Through out the Holy Land.

But once he crossed a monk of opposing faith,
But spared his life,
So his story was erased from history.
The greatest heroes are felled by silly means.
Mar 18 · 163
The Bench
Every single sunny day,
There's a magic place,
A brown bench by the baseball fields.

Such a basic grace,
When the sun shines down,
You and I walk the way.

Right on down to our favorite seat,
Whether its summer, whether its spring,
I can hold you all the same.
Our little afterschool hideaway
Mar 18 · 96
To Use A Pen
If you're afraid to speak,
Come with me.
I'll teach you how to use a pen,
So you may write it out.
Because if you can write,
Someone else can speak it for you.
Words are power
Mar 18 · 133
Pulling Poems
I stand in this inky crucible,
Staring down the gemstones of my work,
But which of these sparkling stones,
Is beautiful enough to be brought to light?
I have blue sapphires,
The color of lonesome waters,
Made of solemn tears.
I have clear diamonds,
Cut carefully,
Each face polished delicately.
But are any of these good enough,
To be shown to the masses?
What if they don't shine as bright,
When they are brought to the light?
I'm pulling poems,
But I'm afraid,
I might set the back down anways.
I'm trying to pick some poems to read for a school event, not going too well.
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