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The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.

The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name-- her name-
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.
I have read so many wonderful poems,
haiku's, 10 words, so many more, and none are alike!
But we tend to forget about spoken word poems,
Hello Poetry, can you make it possible to share our spoken words as well as our massive pile on's of endless poetry. Spoken Words would add to the sight, and only make it better.
I wish I could also Use Hellopoetry on my mobile phone, in an app,
I'm not sure about anyone else, but that would maybe add to HP

Please consider what I've had to say, c:
Please send repost like and share and comment anything else you think the sight needs since it's growing in great ways. Please share and like if you agree c:
I hate you, I said.
But so little did you know,
that I'm a liar.
Yep, pretty much sums up everything.


I wake up each day,
Rainbows in front of my eyes,
I feel so sublime,
Your presence, I'm elated,
With you my king, I'm secured.


Your love is my paint,
That endlessly supply me,
Incandescent hue,
Limn my world with love divine,
You created paradise.


I'm always blissful,
Finally you're in my arms,
You are the heaven,
That God sent, I'm rapturous.
My king, my soulmate, my all.






with love <3

© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
For Brandon <3


tanka again for you.


sorry i just love tanka a lot, also haiku but I love tanka sooo much.. heheeee, it might be annoying in counting for the 57577 syllable in each line but yessss i love it sooo much !!! Heeheeee, if I annoy you with my tanka, I am so sorry. :D
Everybody is dying,
some faster than others,
alcoholics gambling with fate,
drinking every last drop of death,
while cancerous tributes weep every hour.

It's God's way...
of saying we are not in control.
Science says we know it all but a new disease,
can cause infertility,
can cause insanity,
even suffocation.

The millions we leave are spent,
our funeral is grand,
our memories are laughs,
our families content,
it all *ends.
Yes this is an indirect message to Donald Trump & it will not reach him regardless of how many people he has working for him, he is simply a pawn in the media/system for a better candidate.
Holding hands in the cold weather,
Kissing in the rain,
Cuddling through the storm,
These are the little things I live for.

Wind running through my hair,
While running around in circles,
Stopping to breathe,
These are the little things I live for.

Paint gathering in my nails,
Ink bleeding through my fingerprints,
Finding paint on my clothes,
These are the little things I live for.

Silence when everybody's talking,
Peace when everything's out of place,
Calmness when everyone's ranting,
These are the little things I live for.

The way you look into my eyes,
The way you spin me around,
The way you hold me tight,
These are the things I live for.

These are the things I live for,
These are the things I will never forget.
Hands are already emerging from the darkness,
I can see mysterious new silhouettes grasping their next target,
Their touch on my skin is inevitable,
All I can do is embrace it.

Some will be cold and painful,
Nothing but sore, knotted stomachs,
A bandaged brain and fatigued mind,
All I can do is embrace it.

Some will be soft and warm,
Easing the aches and sores from the vicious claw marks yet to appear,
A temporary beacon of light that will guide me along a broken path,
All I can do is embrace it.
I don't fully know what this is about to be honest but I like it anyway

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