the best of 2025 - Hello Poetry

May 6

nivek

heady scent
a lovers touch

a yellow vase
bunched flowers

a drink of water
spiritual crystal

the veil is thin
love tokens lavished.

May 6

sonja benskin mesher

.story teller..

seen in aberystwyth
lately, an other world.

away.

layers of paint,
wider crossings.

the man saw his father
in mirrors, helped
with tiny shoon,
helped with self
esteem.

it only took one
hour,
to blow
those cobwebs
away.

i met the story teller,
in the museum,
the street,
the place between.

Apr 24

Barton D Smock

lyrics, etc

i write **** lyrics sometimes and it's so fun and i really just want to sing into a tape recorder like a detective then drive into a lake where I don't even die all the way

VOICE APPS FOR CRUCIFIXION SURVIVORS

Fasting in the pawn shop
Of my father’s early sleep

My sadness like a dog’s thought
In the pop-gun stage of grief

Three pills left to choose from
But I can’t leave them alone

Dog tells me to lose some
Like the sticks dreamed into bones

Oh the mouths of my longing that sing no hurt
Oh the bells in my body that ring no church

--- giving god a seashell
god can hear an apple cry
--- I guess it’s up to me now
keep the angel’s fossil dry

MY BELLY, HALLELUJAH

in a meadow is the navel
of a god I can defeat
a shadow on a table
set with food it cannot eat
my belly, hallelujah
and its field of empty meat
a killing moving through us
slower meals of absent sheep
I don’t lose any waking
though my hair has slept a lot
alone but pulled to making
dare these cigarettes ask for god
if you think that you could sing this
in the angel time of ghosts
my stomach let it ping bliss
to delay the tattooed crow

Apr 23

collin

routine

pin me down like a butterfly
dissect me and search but all you’ll find
behind my pendulum of chemical tides
is more grey skies and a fabergé smile
i will never be the porcelain me
you have in mind

Apr 22

Nat Lipstadt

More Spring Cleansing: #1 of 3: Can you imagine? First Words

Can you imagine?

"nat, this is like a phoenix reborn. i always love your work"

>A human writes this to me:
and

these are the first words conscious
of a new day,
awakened and thunderclapped
to read the
these s-elected words
on a now superfied~stupified
glorious Spring day<

I am besotted,
bowled, bowed over
all my bones are mushed,
liquified
these
elected & conjoined
particles, bytes, integers,
a handful of molecules of
uttered, undreamed of
words<

>and now, I am sated<
by this unexpected
whereandhow,
whatandwhy

giving
thanks enough to this world
with/for/by
my peculiar love of
words, and the humans
with whom I share
with and by them,
and for them!

<>

6:18AM
nyc
4-17-2025

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5028818/there-is-nothing-viriginal-about-me/

#kai #lipstadt

Apr 22

nivek

water and dust

when sister Moon rises full
dragging the seas and oceans
minds too feel the pull-
a celestial tide of water
that big rock of borrowed light
makes this man of dust wonder.

Apr 14

sonja benskin mesher

.water men and beetles.

there are a few, those who should tidy,

those who pump and clear, those who

investigate.

water beetles float their legs, paddle

the river, dimpling surface. hang on

the bridge , warming back and watch.

water men wear high visibility, while

the beetle shines black.

we have cut the paths

and planted bluebells.

Mar 25

Nat Lipstadt

The Last Time I Fell to My Knees

I asked a woman to change her curls to forever straight,
and offered $50,000 (a sum on my mind that day after a
rough day trading), to maintain said style in perpetuity

she has accomodated me now for over a decade+, but
every every, every now and every then, She pulls me
closer than close, whispers 50K~ok!, and hits me with a
hip swaying pow, her physio~verbal cueball reminder,
that poets must always pay their debts, and even forever
too,
has its poetic limitations

#lipstadt

Mar 24

neth jones

c h i t . . . . . . . . . .

i've bin wilting in the wings of half life
some kind of tinsel of decay
making chattering bids for attendance         but lack and fail
pimpling   and then deflating

    tiny chasms visit me
chittering little wheezy ******* of creativity  spazzing
and then weary organisms spatter on the micro lens
gutted    they were shoddily made    they're to be  examined
                   (after all that genetics..... what did go wrong ?)
a probing at discussion and decisions
tend    now     to a humiliating life
then  a step up   ; a weak and easy one
    followed by     ambition !         one to lift and give life
reactors in the gut with macerated heavings gunged our way
incisors and incisions rudder me
and  together with my nouveau umbrella family
betrayed from our hammocks, hummocks and  nooks
we queue on up   for 'the things'
           in accord    with good society
self reprimanded   in defeat ?

#lifeline #life #society #depression #role #expectations #quashed #family #creativity #loss

Mar 3

Carlo C Gomez

Wilderness of Mirrors

Beneath the arch,
        among the branches,
      the maunder of her eyes
           finds noir in an afterimage,
every reflection is unique,
    explicit and indivisible,
      every reflection is her,
      there she looks close
       for gracefulness,
            in the essays of her skin
              and their brazen transparencies,
         she enters into her body fable,
      the shape of her resembles
           the tenor viol: where it widens,
                  where it narrows,
                where it digresses
              and monochromes,
           she reflects a fragile geography,
             a soft cargo, but
               an inkling of hurricane,
             rendering the fault lines
          beautiful and strong,
       in supplication tomorrow's explorer
will disturb the patterns
   until she's become her own lullaby

#allure #beauty #beholder #reflection #selfesteem #bodyimage