Exceptional Poetry - Hello Poetry

Apr 2020

Chelsea Rae

So strange, to have memories of things
that I don't feel like was ever me
doing the remembering.

So strange,

To have memories
that feel like they belong
to a complete stranger.

Sometimes I wonder if you ever existed?

#change

Apr 2020

Chelsea Rae

Fear Kills Slowly

Is there a line that we all draw ourselves somewhere in the sands of time?
Marking the point in your life where, 'just beyond this, is crazy'?

Do you play with yours too?
Balancing, tip-toeing, peeking, backing up and
Running to the edge right before you
Catch yourself on the tip of your toe, to turn around and keep looking down.

The big jump.

Do we all wonder and ask ourselves?

What if?

What if I just did it?
What if I just did the THING?

The scarier thing for me is being stuck, sandwiched on the tightrope between just ******* jumping and never jumping at all.

Always wondering.
Always daydreaming.

Living,
Breathing,
Walking
Regret.

I will be so forever consumed by fear that I will have no stronger enemy in the end other than myself.

#fear #kills

Apr 2020

Franchesca

Magenta.

Why I am not enough the first time around?
A black shadow in a colorful room.
Pink and purple splattered on the walls.
Yet my darkness drips stilly, a momentum so tranquil.
The thought of this wraps around me tightly.
Can love not seem to hug me? Even as I hold it close?
I guess love washes over those in the mix pink and purple.
What a collision, a lovely magenta.
But what about me?
Within my darkness, there is infinite depth.
Within my darkness, there is grounded beauty.
But it seems as though magenta is the brightest of all, where my shadow just lays in it's shining.
Erasing me from all of eternity, an almost invisible silhouette.

Apr 2020

Mike Adam

It's just

It's just

A flower

It dies

Apr 2020

nivek

my tongue is rotten

my breath smells but you cannot tell
I have lost all my teeth
my tongue is rotten as is my heart

but with my mask on
and writing nice safe poetry
you can be easily fooled.

Apr 2020

Franchesca

Splash

I poured my heart out to him,
Like water in a glass.
The reflection of my soul deep within its splashes,
But he slipped as it overflowed.
He didn’t drink it fast enough.
Slipping from every side.
The life of me now splattered on the floor.
Everyone can see,
I poured my heart out to him.
But he slipped.
And all of who I was to him soaked beneath his feet.
For I was apart of him,
And he was only wearing me.