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 2830° 
aAr
"what will they think?"- the
thought i had the most in my
entire existence.
 1443° 
Josie West
my emotions lurch
like a boat in a storm;
violent and unrelenting.
the time has come
to abandon ship
and sink to the inky depths
*calm at last
 1112° 
colleen
there’s an
impostor
in the mirror
and she has
my smile.
 742° 
Josie West
If I am a planet
then you are my sun
my centre
my light
you keep me safe
grounded
without you I drift
you are comfort
you are warmth
you sustain me
my sunshine
 727° 
Mrs Timetable
Can I
Live
In your
Moment?
I want to
Learn
Focus on my now
Learning to live in the moment
 550° 
Luke
What is it like to love?
It’s cliche to say
Its like an angel was sent from above,
It’s not a feeling,
It’s a knowledge.
Knowledge that,
Wherever I am,
Wherever you are,  
My heart aches for you.
If you love, love hard, don’t be afraid to be heart broken because it mends.
 528° 
Khoisan
My heart
the
true artist
of your
depravity
captured
the
essence
of
trust
in
its
past and present
explicitly
stained
.
 523° 
Akriti
No love is true or false
Love is love
Same for all
Sacred and pure.

It is just that
Some people love and
some only pretend.
 431° 
lia
The moon left me a note last night,
Tucked in a cloud, soft and white.
It whispered, “Why rush through the sky?
Even stars take their time to shine.”
 409° 
Anailen
but
im getting better
but im scared for the downfall
Feeling manic
Never before have I read so many beautiful poems here at “ hello poetry “.
So much young talent.
Keep on writing and sharing poets.
It really is a joy reading your work.



Shell✨🐚
Wish I had more time reading.
 284° 
Peter Gerstenmaier
Just like that, outta the blue
I realize that no matter what I do
There'll never ever be another you
And it hurts like hell...
Btw, how great is Chet Baker??
 267° 
Filomena Rocca
I'm a *******
Saying so gets nothing done
Guess I'll save my breath
 237° 
Immortality
As I stand beneath,
sky's embrace,
open arms,
claim me as its own.

each drop,
cold,
yet warmth blossom in me.

each raindrop,
feels as a caress,
a lover's kiss,
as it drenchs my soul.
just me and rain
 219° 
Edward Keyes
You have a circle,
of love declared.
Then comes a triangle
and 2 becomes three.
Worse is the square,
as its four be-known,
I don't fight if you won't.
If I'm nothing to your eyes,
then voices tell me to depart.
I'm way too tired.
to offer my plea.
 215° 
Pavel
so we can keep them
we hide things
so we can still have
who we are hurting
 213° 
Always Somewhere
Je me fonds en Elle
        que même lorsque les grillons cessent de chanter
        je me retrouve toujours allongé
        avec mes myriades de pensées
        à la contempler.

La nuit.

Et Vénus, sa gardienne, épousant mes yeux
        reflète verte dans mes pupilles
Elle me murmure de m’endormir mais,
        j’en suis heureusement incapable

Voilà des années que je la regarde sans jamais
        pouvoir la sentir

Et pourtant,
Elle mourra avec moi,
        à mes côtés
le 25 mai 2023
 208° 
Sanu
I never claimed
to know you.
I never even wanted
to know you completely.

You see—
we are drawn to what eludes us,
born with a hunger
for the unsolved,
the unspoken.

And maybe that’s why
I kept my distance:
let the questions breathe,
left the curtain halfway drawn,
never tried
to name the storm of you.

So let this be my quiet vow:
you will always remain a mystery to me—
and that,
perhaps,
is the only way
I’ll ever keep loving you.
 190° 
SøułSurvivør
10W

as
i
watch
the
rain
falls
and
freezes
into

lace


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SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
 180° 
pnam
Us din se jab dil mein chingari si jali
Mere bhatakhtay dil ko jo basera mila
Woh pehli nazar ab bhi rahti hai khayal mein
Jab bhi door hotay ** — tanhaayi hi tanhaayi hai

Jab pehli baar tere hothon se mila tha pyaar
Woh lamha ban gaya har din ka izhaar
Jab pehli baar tera haath pakda tha
Zindagi ke humsafar ki aas ne faasle mita diye the

Har ek ghadi ab bhi dil mein yaad hai
Jaise taaron se sajaa hua asmaan hai
Jahan bhi jaun, hoon main kahin bhi agar
Waqt phir le aata hai usi yaadon ke dar

Har lamha pehla pal sa
Jaise ek shama jo kabhi na bujha
Saal beet gaye, waqt bhi chala
Par tu hi raha har soch mein sada

Jab pehli baar tujhe baahon mein liya
Har ehsaas ne ek naya rang piya
Jab pehli baar mila tha pyaar tera
Jannat ka ehsaas mila dil ko mera

Jab se tere mere sapnon ka saath hua
Tab se rooh ne tera hi sukoon chuna
Har lamha tere saaye mein khilta gaya
Har soch mein tera hi aks mila

Jab kabhi bhi tu mujhse door raha
Har waqt, har aahat mein tu aaya aisa laga
Har jagah, har pal tu mere saath raha
Mera pyaar har din wohi pehla pal sa laga

Har lamha pehla pal sa
Jaise woh shama jo kabhi na bujha
Saal beet gaye, waqt bhi chala
Par tu hi raha har soch mein sada

Jab bhi kahin yeh naghma sun le tu
Yeh samajh le — main hoon bas tu
Har lamha pehla pal sa
Aur tera pyaar hai mere saath sada
Hindi adaptation of my poem -
First Day, Any Day -
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3778288/first-day-any-day/
Now a song with audio here :
https://suno.com/song/c9337be7-2314-4413-9060-6471449eb6e8
 168° 
Mary Huxley
I wore his vest,
trading stained threads
for something that smelled
just like him.

Bare legs, quiet room—
his eyes found mine,
and I swear,
time leaned in to listen.

"Just forehead kisses,"
I whispered once,
twice—
trying to stay soft
when my heart wasn’t.

But he looked at me
like I was still his,
like the ache between us
wasn’t ready to end.

His hands at my waist,
his breath on my cheek,
the silence hummed,
sweet and weak—

And then,
before goodbye could speak…
I kissed him—
once,
long,
slow,
like we forgot what leaving meant.
 157° 
Marc Morais
Herd Mentality

Moo—

MOOOOO—
Moo, Moo, Moo
Moo, Moo

Moo?

MOOOOO?
Moo? Moo? Moo?
Moo? Moo?

Ribbit—

MOOOOO!?
MOOOOO!? MOOOOO!? MOOOOO!?
MOOOOO!? MOOOOO!
 157° 
Michael Asumcinei
Too focused on the rules
Too worried to shine
Too scared to admit

Yet the light shines
And doesn't give up
And the Kind Yety...
... Wakes Up.

Inspired by MGIOVANNI.GL/A
Thank you man
 144° 
Casey Hayward
JOY IS

creating
and remembering

insignificance.

JOY IS

loving
and
remembering loss.

JOY IS

wanting it
and getting it and
paying for it.

JOY IS

Being in a moment
And for a second forgetting
you can’t go back.

JOY IS

a cupcake
with calories.

JOY IS

working
and giving away
your time.

JOY IS

children—
and worrying
about children.

JOY IS

flowers
and dead flowers.

JOY IS

you’re here!
Until they’re gone.

JOY IS

a moment
stamped
permanently
behind your eyelids.

you look for it.
a two-sided coin.

alone
and together,

young and old,
old and new
and experienced.

beauty
for now.

in a stranglehold—
JOY always escapes
laughing.

you can’t hold onto joy.
JOY escapes.
2025
 142° 
Rin
I speak,
but do you listen?
im sorry thats it.
 136° 
Khadi Alza
Under the starry night sky I sit,
With my binoculars on my lap.
I looked on as they stars started to knit,
A beautiful, star-dusted map.
 120° 
Mimi
Strength is the power you have any put into something. Strength isn't muscle or smarts it's confidence and knowing your worth and limits.
Everyone has strength but may not be seen by everyone but it's in you. Remember you have strength, you're strong and stay yourself but you are amazing.
stay yourself you're perfect the way you are
 115° 
Kundai N
There was no one to hear my laments
So I told them to the wind
The wind told them to the trees
The trees fed it to nature
And nature understood.
 110° 
Dawn King
Your hurt words
Hurt more
Than your well
Words
Make well
 108° 
Joss Lennox
A million different jobs.
A million different personas.
As an adult, it's hard knowing,
"what you want to be when you grow up."
While considered "normal" in your twenties,
not so much in your thirties and beyond.
In a world that's consistently changing from one day to the next,
why aren't we allowed the same respect?
We, as parents, wear many hats in order to provide,
they label it multitasking, we're doing it to survive.
Trial and error is the only way to truly be happy in life,
otherwise you're just committed to a career you despise.
That doesn't make one irresponsible, just more knowledgeable.
Two things can be true; you can have a stable career,
and still be a writer on the side.
You can follow your dreams,
and still support your family.
I wrote this about a time I was criticized for waiting to be in my 30's, deciding to work on becoming a writer/poet still working another job while being a wife and mother. Though, I feel like most of us have a job and creative outlets. We don't always figure out who we are or what we want to do in our twenties or younger. Some of us don't have the privilege. Best not to judge, when you don't know the circumstance.
 107° 
John
Reveries of bygone years torment my soul.
What use is it to recall what has long been forgotten?
And yet, time and again I remember what has long lost all meaning,
Exhausting myself with the same bitter tears,
Pondering what was and what will be.
Ah—away with it all!
What sense is there in recalling what has long been forgotten?
 102° 
Kai
I’m still dreaming of you,
Your pretty face and your doe eyes.
Adorned with lace and bows,
My angel,
Still spread out for me.

I’m still pacing on cold floors,
Looking for your gaze.
In everything I do,
I wait for your reaction,
My angel,
Still making a fool of me.

My angel,
Yet your horns are still visible
From here.
My angel,
Yet I can’t look in your eyes
Any longer, fallen angel.
Hi :)
 100° 
Artis
''Moments''

Give me a moment—
to get some air
in these lungs

Give me a moment
to finally see the good,
inside these walls—

Give me a moment
to make every mistake
let me — leave everyone waiting

Give me a moment
to be happy.

Give me a moment of silence
In a world that gets too loud.

Give me a moment
to regain—
all the moments ive lost.

Give yourself a moment—

Cause you never know when they'll run out.

All of us
Are just small little
moments—
To a much bigger story.
 95° 
Left on Red
The terrible
& wonderful
      truth

is that you're
not special,

and neither am I.

Suffering is common,
and we all die
under the same sky,

and there's nothing new un
der the sun,

inclu
ding you.
 95° 
nvinn fonia
here is a cheerful thought milk shake with vanila flavour
 95° 
yıldız
In the still of night, a plan took flight,
Like doves in the sky, so pure and bright.
But shadows whispered of danger near,
God saw the path and drew you near.

With gentle wings, He changed the way,
Protecting your heart, come what may.
So let the doves fly, unburdened and true,
For what was meant to harm you, God turned into good.
 90° 
Samuel
I'm not a poet
I'm just emotional
twenty-something emotions
those hit hard

I'm not a poet
only a sleepwalker,
my fingers burning to type
my laptop keyboard so well-lit
so I fall into the desire

I'm not a poet
I just whisper to a quiet altar called Hello Poetry
a fatal attraction
so I type
welcome to the cult
Where's my keyboard, I can't sleep
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