A Place for Sharing - Hello Poetry

Jan 4

JAMIL HUSSAIN

In the end,
It was Love—no greater thing,
A silent force, yet all-embracing,
That came like the moon’s soft beam,
Lighting every heart, a boundless dream.

Love whispered truths too deep to tell,
A secret song, a sacred spell,
And with its touch, we were made whole,
Like earth and sky, a single soul.

No longer lost, no longer torn,
In Love’s embrace, we are reborn.
It mends the heart, it frees the mind,
In its warm glow, all grief resigned.

For Love, like wine, will always pour
Into the cracks, forever more,
Binding the shattered, making bright,
All that was dark, now bathed in light.

And in its radiance, we shall see,
That Love alone is all we need to be free.

#love #light #healing #purpose #unity #divine #hope #innerpeace #freedom

Jan 4

dead poet

the raven is dead

every day, he looked out the window,
his inhibitions toppling over like dominos;
he gawked at the blackbirds, all the same:
he could not tell a friend from a foe.

he never thought he’d go so far -
as to slay ‘the raven’ with a crooked crowbar;
his conscience dripped with sins, and rose -
a thorny heap of fallacies, charred.

he blamed the world for all he was;
convinced in his soul that he had a good cause:
it wasn’t enough to redeem his faux pas, so -
he bore the tag of an ill-fated outlaw.

of all the names, by which he was called,
who knew - one day - he’d cease to show up?
a child dead of his innocence, who
never learned how to -
as they say -

‘grow up!’

#innocencelost #selfdestruction #identitycrisis #darkpoetry #emotionalturmoil #modernpoetry #humancondition #theraven #parallels #moralconflict

Jan 4

Misstic

Flawed

Not easy on eyes
Too hard headed
Too stubborn for you to try
I want my voice to be heard
Like to have final word
I get it, too opinionated for you to try
But,
I never promised to bow down
Serving your every wimp, hands down
Born without zip on my mouth,
Too proud to back down
I get it, too flawed to try this out.

#flaws #voices #heard #healed #poetry

Jan 3

Maddy

October walk

Yes,she talks to squirrels while admiring their acrobatics on a phone line above
Monarch butterflies land in her hand and visit awhile
It’s an Indian Summer and things go up and down daily
The autumnal rainbow is slowly beginning it’s spice rack color show
She likes her iPod tunes and private fitness time
An October walk in New York
Greeting and playing with every dog or puppy crossing her path

C@rainbowchaser2018

Jan 3

Jīn Sīyǎ

All I did was Love

Going places used to fill me with joy,
But now my mind is also at peace when it's with you...

My mind knows it won't last forever,
But the heart cries - just a little longer??

Embracing each moment as if it were precious,
Losing ourselves and turning a little too zealous...

Searching for silly reasons to fight,
Just to see each other's eyes so bright...

Endless conversations we had,
but the long silences made us even more glad...

Stealing a little time, buying a little while,
Just to see your face and the radiant smile...

Nights seemed longer, days seemed to fly,
And I was getting closer to the days I would cry...

I simply wish we were meant to be together,
or that we had met a while earlier...

You weren't written in my destiny,
but the little time with you was just so heavenly...

You weren't what the world would call perfect,
But what could I do, when the hearts did connect...

I went with the flow, as the world said,
little did I know about the tears we would shed...

Now your mind is in a turmoil,
and my heart is hurting with the coil...

A word of apology is all I can say,
Though all I did was love you in my way...

Jan 3

Solange Loe-Sack-Sioe

Hope.

Sunflower’s head is down
It’s raining today
No sun to look at and glow.
Sunflower’s tears mixed with the rain
Fell on the ground whispering a name.
Then out of nowhere a rainbow appeared.
Saw sadness on Earth
and called out a name.
Sun appeared like on command.
Sunflower lift up her head and started to shine.
Winked at the ribbon of colors up in the sky.
Yes after the rain, ribbon of candy delivered the Sun.
A promise of light after the dark.
Of better times when things are bad.
Just never forget to
call out His name.

Shell ✨🐚

This poem I wrote in December 2023.
I reposted it to remind my special friend to never give up. No matter what.
I love you my new friend.

Jan 3

Coleen Mzarriz

Of Being Known

It was reflecting—slowly creeping into the small, cracked part of my window. Running his cold, sweaty palm on my forehead and onto the crevasses of my already fragile soul. It is growing like small plants waiting to sprout in dry concrete, blossoming into a wild forest waiting for the blessing of the sun and being showered by the rain.

It creeps softly, masked by the greenery, sometimes vibrant and with a scent of fresh linen sheets and apple slices or newly painted canvases dried out by the cool breeze of the weather, and everyone is smiling, glorious, and incandescent.

But it was also reflecting—slowly creeping into the small crack of my window. Where my room speaks a foreign language and my pillow beats achingly; where breathing morphs into a shadow—eventually walking by your side, so quietly you couldn’t even notice.

there’s something about being known by the unknown.

#paint #canvas #breeze #weather #rain #sun #plants #blossom #soul #blessing

Jan 2

Dr Peter Lim

Language

Language is the mouthpiece of thought
unless it's mastered, all writing turns to nought
ah, sadly, this so many writers forgot!