Beautiful Poetry - Hello Poetry

Jan 18

Mike Hauser

you took a match
to my heartstrings
till nothing was left
to even cling

left with a heart
with nowhere to turn
and there you are
watching it burn

Jan 18

Masha Yurkevich

Untitled

I closed the doors
you found the key
Perhaps this means
we are meant to be

Alone and trapped
you set me free
Perhaps this means
we are meant to be

So hurt and blind
You helped me see
Perhaps this means
we are meant to be

So perfect and pure
safe and lovely
I know this is
just you and me

Jan 18

Liana

Is it dark or light?

Let me ask you a question:

If a room is dark
And you turn on a light
Is the room still dark?

Everyone I ask
Tells me it's now light
But they're assuming
That lightness
Overweighs the darkness

What if the darkness
Is just too strong?
What if the light
Is too dim?
A nightlight of sorts
In a big forest

Or maybe
Both answers are right
And it just depends where you draw the line

What do you think?

(This note was written by a tomato that was empty inside. No seeds. Just darkness. He's waiting to be cut open.)

Jan 18

Liana

Look up

Everyone looks at their feet
Looks down
It's what we're used to now

But just for a second
If you dare to glance up
It might flip your world around

I always try to look up when I walk, and I end up seeing things people often miss. I always look at the ceilings of the house I'm in too. I've complimented people on them before and they tell me they've never even noticed it before!!

(This note was written by a bear that didn't want to hurt anyone. He wanted to be a gummy bear. Then he was eaten. The end :)!)

Jan 18

Harry Gione

An End.

There is a tear in my leather coat
That reminds of a letter a friend wrote
The words were tough like the material is dense
And like that tear, it was deep and intense
A useless coat is what a tiny rip can bring
Like a one page letter could ruined a good thing

Jan 17

David

My light

This light that follows me
I love its caress
Never let me live in darkness
Bathe me until I am whole

Jan 16

David

violet

This shrinking violet that created Man
A fragile pawn of innocence
So many years
Why must I shrivel and die
Why must this tree ravage my fruits
I'm laid bare, this visible me