Hello Poetry

558°

Christopher Hendrix

Haiku #038

I feel the world at
times conspires to make true my
basic discontent.

Inspired (or more aptly directly drawn from) “The Pillow Book” by Sei Shōnagon

#short #haiku

494°

Mariana

Like a movie

I don't want this to be
Like a movie I'd see
I want the good, the bad
And all the boring in between.

#love #relationship #forever

357°

Lostling

Insecurities

I try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
But still
I'm not
Enough

Sometimes I catch a glimpse of the person in the mirror and wonder what anyone sees in them

#insecurities #trying

315°

Lyle

doing okay

I think it's safe to say
that right now I'm doing okay
I don't feel sad
I'm not even mad
I'm not yet happy
but then again, I don't think I ever will be
I just think that right now I can truly say
I'm just doing okay.

309°

Mira

A silly little poem?

I rhyme to pass time;
for no particular reason,
just my own personal pleasing.

250°

𝓢𝘂𝘇𝒚 𝘽𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝙣𝙨𝗸𝘆

𝗢𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗶𝗴𝗮𝗿 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗲𝘅-𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗯𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 '𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝘁. 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝘂𝘁𝘁-𝗺𝗼𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗜 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁, 𝘀𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱-𝗯𝘂𝘁𝘁 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗴𝗼𝘁.

233°

Dom

The Shield of Light

Even in the daylight,
I can see you when I close my heavy eyes
If I pretend the sun’s warmth feels like your arms
Wrapping around me like a shield,
Warding off the cold umbrage that crawls for my feet
I won’t be dragged under
When you’re out there, waiting.

Sometimes we just need to appreciate the ones we love, no matter the distance.

#distance #love #friendship #romance #brevity #spiritual #light #happiness #hope

232°

Rubyredheart

Memories

On a river of memories
I drifted again today
to a garden of roses
a green field dotted with daisies
We napped there on a blanket that I still own
(just like these memories of you)

I wish you presented
In more recent memories, too
They miss you
Like I do

originally written 28th Aug 2024

219°

Lost Dreamer

Nostalgia

Sunlight beams down on us,
as we stand side by side,
wearing matching outfits,
laughing.
Sure siblings are supposed to hate each other,
but, in that moment,
we were more than just siblings.
We were two hearts,
soaring high in the sky,
ready to face the world,
together.

This goes out to my siblings. Even though we have now grown a little more apart, I still care just as much.

#siblings #love #friends #family #happy

218°

Michael Rudelich

April

The rain ends.
All is lush,
and glistening,
and verdant
and a
beautiful
young girl
yawns from
boredom.

198°

Kai

Respect

"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
How about respect my boundaries
Respect your place
Mind your business
Stop cyber stalking me, Ryan
Before I figure out where you are and smack you in the face

NO???? IM NOT GOING TO RESPECT MY ELDERS IF THEY DONT RESPECT ME AND THATS FINAL.

185°

Stardust

Morning Whispers

A cool breeze in the early morning
Pastel blue sky, with light rain humming
Songs of birds and insects rise
Nature greets with whispered sighs.

#earlymorning #rainyday

185°

Dr Peter Lim

Rare Beauty captured

This moves me so deeply:
   a flight of birds on wing
   across a clear blue sky
   at the first flush of morning

  or upon the in-setting
  of a soft tender evening
  as through my window, watching
  my poem in completing

  with the last lines impending
  in beauty enriching -
  time I forget, lost in reverie
  with my heart in throbbing

as for my love I'm waiting-
hush, I'm wondering
where the birds are heading
and feeling they and I are in happiness-sharing

184°

Kylprin

It just be like dat

After all these years
I still feel so cold
If I only listened to you
Then I wouldn't be wishing for you
So long
So far
Too late to retain all I learned
Too late for this date not to change
All I have left
Is just manged remains

176°

Christa Ziegler

A Haiku for the Heartbroken

Some day it will not
hurt so much and we only
have to make it there.

169°

Bekah Halle

Bath

Baths are a curious thing,
That I would lie in one, serene,
For hours.

The water, once clean
Washes off all that was mean
Then I wrap myself up in towels.

It’s a place where I dream,
Of far-off traces, I would see
And poetry inspired.

It's also a pool where I can grieve,
Catching all my tears for reprieve
And leave relieved.

Bath is also a town/city in the UK, baths are a fluid cocoon from the world and my happy place.

#bath #baths

163°

My Dear Poet

Lies

there’s always two sides to a story
yet there is no shape with just two sides
so when you shape your story
you’d need to tell another lie

#lies

162°

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Broken

I am broken in many
ways you don't know;

but I promise you dear

any time if you feel

down or broken.

Trust me and walk toward me,

I will ensure that you will be seated

at a throne and I will mend every broken pieces

together and treat you like a QUEEN.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

#love #romance

154°

Varg

Eternal Love, Mine Alone.

Oh, darling,
When will you understand?
My heart beats only for you,
and if one day I cease to love you,
then I shall cease to be.
For our love floats in the air,
in every drop of gentle rain,
in every sunbeam of a beautiful dawn.
My love for you is my entire life.

This unreturned love
will never feel like a punishment.
That you are part of my mind and heart
is my greatest blessing.
And if I must gaze at you from afar
for the rest of my life,
I will do so proudly.
To see the woman of my life for eternity?
It will be my greatest pleasure..

#romantic #poetry #love #poem #melancholy

135°

Julie

Just because-

Just because I wrote about death doesn't mean I want to die
I know sometimes I feel like dying
Then sometimes I want to live
But it just all mixed up feelings- Julie

#depressed #tired

132°

Victoria

HALF DAY

---

Depressed—fighting silent wars,
Demons whisper through the pores
Of my thoughts. I try to stand,
But the weight won't leave my hands.

I'm not done. I'm not yet through,
But it's hard—what can I do?
I’ve got to fight for sanity,
But it's draining all of me.

Only midday, yet I’m bare,
Empty lungs and vacant stare.
This is more than tired breath—
This is what depression says.

---

#readers

130°

Maximilian Jaworsky

Don't feel the same

I hope you don't feel the same way I feel about you
Because I don't want you to suffer as I do

126°

Layla Mariam Shafiq

Nothing but you

"The whole world become nothing in front of you because it can never replace your place"

118°

Simon Bridges

Egyptian Cotton

When I awaken
When I hear the weave
Of Egyptian cotton
Rise and fall
                       Around your torso
When you wrap yourself
                       As an Ibis
                       And offer yourself
                       We become eternal
Whilst we worship each other
                       As Pharaohs
             The sun will continue to burn

#egypt #offering #sun #love #deity #divine #sacred #worship #dynasty #pharaoh

114°

John Edward Smallshaw

#Random cards

Well,
I've come to terms with coming to terms,
terms and conditions apply.

Please wait in line,
the firing squad is experiencing delays

and we'd all like to delay
but the inevitable is generally the rule.

Making breakfast
enough to last
until supper,

not the last supper, I pray,
that's already been done to death.

114°

Maanvinder Pilania

Escape With a Kiss

anxiety wrapped around my neck
and hands struggling to free myself
lying on my bed close to the edge
i was struggling to keep my breathe

in the velvet sheets,
where cries turned into moans
and with a single kiss,
i was brought back from the hell

swing of a pendulum speaks to me
in its back and forth motion
it prophesied to be prepared
storm will make landfall again

This poem is part of my Campus Confessions poetry series.

#love

110°

Angel

invisible

tears in my eyes
my fears alive
dreams were lost
hopes were dry
all alone
breaking of my heart
no longer wanting to be alive
to play my part
my family hadn't a care for me
my friends barely spoke a word to me
I feel left out
not a soul cared that I exist
and was actually there
but as times flew by, memory of me disappears

110°

South-by-Southwest

Burning Brands

The burning brands . . .
plucked from the ashes of the fire
Are the castaways
The fragments of lives
The unworthy
The heedless . . .
are priceless to the great lover of empty souls

108°

ConnectHook

More Than Ever

I am convinced
that 85 percent of H.P.
is composed
of chatbots.

a fake-*** poem
in the style of Rupi Kaur

108°

Dennis Willis

Somewhat

the shank
stuck
this deep
releases
pressured
flows

an ocean
says hello
with salty spray
some would say
when you are
still on your way

this unfortunate
stream
getting on
everything
smells of old
what'd make
you run

away, all in
sails unfurled
leaning in to the wind
i am salted down
to be kept fresh
while drained
dry

103°

Jesus' baby

THE POET'S CANCER

Blank as snow,
my mind has resigned—
Not from frail nerves,
but from the loss of momentum.

My fingers wrestle with the pen,
my hand clings to the laptop.
Open the tap—
Let even a drop fall.

Inspire me,
that I might inspire others.

Little by little,
a mighty ocean will stir,
erupting—
Breaking every bound.

Tap the keys, O hand.
Sketch the thoughts, dear fingers.
Just let the mind ignite—
Rome will be built, for sure.

Not unaliving,
but ensuering,
a cure will be found.

#poets #inspiration #creativity #struggle

103°

Morgan Zslnka

Luteal

I don't want to leave you
Like they said I would
For failing your mission
But she wants to challenge you.

She rises up,
Sweat from the eyebrow
Dirt on the knees
Fingers callased

She comes for the soul
Piercing at a fragile ego
Leaving you weak or
Submitting to a man

Have you met the sisters

100°

Chameleon

Dogs

Thank God for dogs.
They are always happy to see you,
and happy to give
and get love.

97°

Ram N Oodle

Stolen Nuggets

Dried up in the air fryer
Running like we are the forever riders
Stolen nugget in the air fryer
No permission but full of vision
To fill the feelin’ of hunger
In a night of glutton-blunder

97°

Santiago

invierno

no fue hace tanto que mi vida era un cuarto:
cuatro paredes, en realidad no tanto.
mi ventana ya por entonces quebrada;
mis gritos escapaban,
mis manos sangraban,
de golpear lo que estuviera a mano,
mirando una pantalla que no me decía nada
una computadora vieja, fea..
mirándola como si fuera un espejo
como si fuera mi cara
fue hace tan poco
que recuperé mi color
y me animé a llamarlo bello
que te pude mirar a los ojos
sin miedo
ni a tu amor ni a tu desprecio
aún estoy lejos
pero creo que no debe ser tan difícil
conseguir una ventana nueva
y no pasar tanto frío
este invierno, que tanto anhelo
pues allí, adelante
duermen todos mis sueños
bajo mantas acomodadas con cariño
por un terco dueño