I refuse to be fooled by one of these again, I call to the writers of HP, let us make this a safe space for all writers.

I love the sunrise. Happy Friday :)

A piece of heaven is waking up to her good morning.

A prayer from the rain and sunshine.

Beauty is deceiving, a trap disguised as a dream.

This one is for my lady who's always reading these, love you. :)

Home

Be your best self, because there’s no reason not to. Life’s a lot easier when you're your best self.

I was named after the middle name of almost everyone on my dad's side of the family and my middle name is the first name of so many people on my mom's side.

Plagued by nightmares, it's hard to sleep.

My hearts always open bb don't worry.

It's so hard trying to be friends with someone who just wants to be more. It's breaking my heart.

I can vividly imagine a life with her, right up to my final breath.

It would really help out guys, I'm beyond happy so many people are making submissions. But it does really keep me on my toes!
If you would like to participate, write up a line for the poem and email it to me at hardisonabbott@gmail.com. Make sure to include your name or pen name in the email that way I can credit you. I will arrange the lines in a way that makes sense to read.
Feel free to submit more than one line as well! (I cannot guarantee the use of any more than one line though. I'll try my best)
Thank you all again, this is making me beyond happy

Thank you all for your work, this is a dream come true. The poem is already so beautiful, I love the way all of your work melds together into this. As always, if you would like to join this effort, please write one to five lines and either email them to me at hardisonabbott@gmail.com or private message me on here. If you chose to submit more than one line, I cannot guarantee that all of them will be used aside from one. Please keep all submissions free of x rated language or references as I want all of this site's users to be able to read this. The same goes for any instances of, racism, sexism, religious discrimination, extreme violence, or any other derogatory statements or references. You may write anything about coping with/fighting against these things though. I haven't had a problem with this yet, but I want to keep it that way. Please include your name/pen name in your submission that way I can credit you. Do not copy lines from other works such as other poems that are not yours, books that are not yours, or movies that are not yours. Unless of course, you have consent from the author. I do not want anyone getting upset that their work was used without consultation. Steer free from AI generated content, I won't check for it, but please keep it original. I want to hear your voice, not chat GPT's. This is all for now, if you have any questions please email me or private message me, thank you all for your support! <3

To the average person the ocean is nothing more than pretty water.
Yet to the very few, it's a home where one was lacked.

I think we all know Mr Truth, he's a big name. I love his work and I believe that he is a good person. But with all the claims and random attacks surfacing against him, I don't know if it's just instigation anymore.

The new addiction of this age is not caffeine. It's stimulation and the feeling of fitting in. Be different, go outside, the world is great when you're not doom scrolling.

Inspired by the Requiem pieces from Mozart.

Thank you so much to everyone doing this, I cannot express my gratitude enough. :)
As per usual if you would like to participate please send me your submission through email at hardisonabbott@gmail.com or through private message on this website, it would really help out if you do not comment your submission. Please include the name you would like me to include in the credits. Thank you!
If you would like to submit more than one line, you may. (Though I can not ensure I will be able to use more than one of your lines. I will try my best.)
I haven't had any problems with this yet, but please do not include any adult language. I want all users to be able to view this work of art.
We still need 284 poets.
That's all for now, and again, I am so thankful for all your hard work guys. The fact that this is actually happening makes my heart swell.

An ode to a character I made many years ago.

Every startle in the night, every knock with no one there, and every call of your name in an empty room is the very soul of this world trying to keep you on the right path. You just have to listen.

A take on the classic riddle form. Happy Tuesday!

I start and end my day with her.

If you lose somebody worry not, they are bag in the arms of love watching over you.

Thank you all for your work, this is a dream come true. The poem is already so beautiful, I love the way all of your work melds together into this. As always, if you would like to join this effort, please write one to five lines and either email them to me at hardisonabbott@gmail.com or private message me on here. If you chose to submit more than one line, I cannot guarantee that all of them will be used aside from one. Please keep all submissions free of x rated language or references as I want all of this site's users to be able to read this. The same goes for any instances of, racism, sexism, religious discrimination, extreme violence, or any other derogatory statements or references. You may write anything about coping with/fighting against these things though. I haven't had a problem with this yet, but I want to keep it that way. Please include your name/pen name in your submission that way I can credit you. Do not copy lines from other works such as other poems that are not yours, books that are not yours, or movies that are not yours. Unless of course, you have consent from the author. I do not want anyone getting upset that their work was used without consultation. Steer free from AI generated content, I won't check for it, but please keep it original. I want to hear your voice, not chat GPT's. This is all for now, if you have any questions please email me or private message me, thank you all for your support! <3

Happy Thursday everyone!

Feeling really homesick lately, don't know why. I miss Boston.

I was bored in English while the teacher was reading us Homer's Odyssey, so I wrote this.

I don't know if people read my edits to these, but I just wanted to you you all know, you're in such harmony with fellow poets, you're rhyming. :)
Also, feel free to submit more than one line!
I think it'd be a cool thing to try out. Let me know if you guys are interested.
If you would like to participate, write up a line for the poem and private message it to me. Make sure to include your name or pen name in the email that way I can credit you. I will arrange the lines in a way that makes sense to read.
Thanks guys.
Name of the poem is pending if you guys have ideas let me know, please forward this to anyone who you'd think would be interested, I want to make this a real thing.

She is

It's awfully heavy too.

It's very fun to write from the perspective of other people. I just can't quite master a wild western man.

If you've ever stared at the page in the dictionary where love is defined and thought, "this can't be right," this poem is for you. Love is not definable with words, it's defined by the actions you take to get back to it.

I'm working on my classical styles, trying to learn that depth they had.

I was born in Boston Massachusetts. Whenever somebody asks me where I'm from, I tell them I'm from the towns by the Atlantic Ocean. While I may live away from there, my heart yearns to return.

Someday she's going to make the butterflies fly out of my stomach.

Tis true

I feel no matter where I am, someone is watching me contemptuously. So I strive to impress them.

"The Hurting Kind" by Ada Limon is a great book. If you're bored you should read it.

I'm born to a new generation of fighters, those prepared to do what it takes to sculpt the world back to it's proper shape.

Another poem painting onto the world of, "The Gray Man Of Paris," I like these little light hearted ones.

If you’re not ready to run with life don’t put on running shoes

Trying to capture elegance is not an easy task. Happy Monday everyone!

Really sad today, I don't know why.

This ones an oldie, but as they say, a 'goodie.' It comes from a project I did in English class a couple years ago. It's gone a long way since I first conceived it, even to the point where I read it for an audience at Nazareth college.

I'd put up a bird feeder and watch the come and go.