Sempiternal - Hello Poetry

Nov 2018

Makayla Jane

You said you'd always be there
But,
You left
And now I don't know where you are
Nor do I want to look desperate searching everywhere for you

My 3rd poem about you big bro Jakey...
Feel free to share revision ideas :)

#depression #sad #sadness #lonely #alone #suicidal #suicidalthoughts #selfharm #cutting

Nov 2018

moyees

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What is all this worth?
Pain?
Suffering?
Unhappiness?
Will I only find peace after the end?
Will it ever end?

Nov 2018

Jude

my heartbreak in 10 words

I despise myself for not being someone you could love.

#heartbreak #10wordpoetry #love #sadness #depression

Nov 2018

Sketcher

Love?

Why does nobody love me?
Why does nobody care?
When I call out for help,
Nobody is there.

Why does nobody love me?
When I cry out in fear,
Through echoes in my voice,
Through salt in my tears.

Why does nobody love me?
When its so obvious,
That I'm dying inside,
-To The Audience-

The first four lines randomly came to me. Maybe my subconscious is speaking, but I doubt it. After the first four lines, I decided to add on. This was the outcome. Enjoy! (Created in 4 Minutes)

#love #alone #fear #question

Nov 2018

arubybluebird

But you were

But you were a coward afterall.

Oct 2018

ryn

Dishonesty

I haven’t been honest.

I haven’t been for many years.

Like a skill out of practice,
I don’t know how to.

Especially to myself.

.

#hellopoetry107 #dishonesty

Oct 2018

Zach

Death

I am not completely afraid of death, nor am I unafraid of it.

I don't intend to go peacefully if I may

I want to go out of this world as I came into it

Kicking.

Screaming.

We don't have control over how we go, but if I did

I want to go knowing my loved ones are safe.

I want to go protecting those that I hold dear and close to my heart.

Oct 2018

Pyrrha

Untitled 2

I'm so tired but all I want to do
Is write about someone I wish I knew

Im too tired to even title this right now

#tured #futurelove

Oct 2018

Pradip Chattopadhyay

The Old Blanket

The old blanket is so hard to discard

dramas have unfolded in its folds
upheavals of winter's orogeny
trills of two birds in ecstatic thrill
to the rest in the ripened knowledge

we have made a home
we have earned it.

In the still of night
under the old blanket
the tales are relived
without a touch
a word..

The old blanket is so hard to discard.

Sep 2018

V

; A World Colored in by Crayon

a world so crumpled in the folds
of black and white exhibit
no color, no individuality
or hopefulness.

  a world of conditions,
agreements, and contracts
dwindled the creative senses
of the budding youth and
the creativity of the
newly implied, fruitful minds,
but the youth never entirely failed.

   when pushed down into the
heaps of ranks amd despair, a
dew hopefuls remained.

  youth used the broken bits of
crayons, of whole pieces and
shavings to apply to the crumpled
corners of the world,
starting off with a few swipes of color
among the horizon
and the skyscrapers of the world.

  the once black and white world
began to blossom in shades of
violets and yellows, bleeding
down the white pages, smearing
among that of shades of
blues and greens,
creating a world that was once
referred by legends or stories
as being a
a world full of color,
a world so fruitful in love
and perseverance, and
it ended up being strong
enough again to become reborn
once more from the hands of the
youth.

#crayons #world #black #white #youth #thriller #dystopian #new

Aug 2018

grumpy thumb

Time is often ignorant

Dainty hours
spent with her petal soft smile
lush exchanges
how her mouth makes words warm
delicate moments
when our eyes held each other
little desolate
when hands separated
and time disconnected us
as it blindly does
without so much as an apology

Dec 2017

Thicket of Thoughts

Where I'm From

I am from a broken home,
Though it never felt fractured
I am from smiling faces, and sad hearts.
I am from classical music and tough boys,
Always finding things to break
I am from loud people, stubborn with opinions.
I am from piles of autumn leaves,
Jumping in with little hands and little feet
I am from rivers full of living things, and rope swings.
I am from multiple houses,
Always filled with laughing children
I am from gravel roads, and one way streets.
I am from mud pies,
Made with love from little girls
I am of potions, made of grass and glitter.
I am from multiple siblings,
Though I am an only child
I am of the willow tree, healing and holy.
I am from the space between loving arms,
Where I ran when frightened
I am from gravel roads, and one way streets.
I am from a thicket of flowers,
From which my name comes
I am of cold morning air, brisk in my lungs.
I am of leaves and dirt,
still and motionless in time and memory
I am from no light, but the starry sky.
I am of dancing feet,
that belong to the people of the waters that never still
I am of the moon, dark and calm.
I am from towns filled with people,
But not one soul who knew me
I am from gravel roads, and one way streets.
I am from laughter and courage,
Things I always want with me
I am from quiet early morning conversations.
I am from love and happiness,
Friends who will never leave my side
I am of the stars, from which the constellation I was born.
I am from things that no longer make sense,
Though they never did
I am from a wooden castle.
I am from myself,
The person I want to be
I am from hidden passageways.
I am from cold nights and bonfires,
My aunt was always the fun one
I am from gravel roads, and one way streets.
I am from crystal and earth,
Coarse as the wind flows
I am from sacred towers.
I am from the sea,
Deep and always flowing
I am from nothing.
I am from sad things and shoe strings,
That intertwine as one
I am from the little things.
I am from brittle glass and scorched earth,
Once renewed are beautiful
I am from a dying tree.
I am from old towns,
No longer filled with people
I am from gravel roads and one way streets.
I am from closed doors,
Though new ones always open
I am from life itself.

I wrote this in a creative writing class but I love it.