(Geof_Spavins)
Poem one‑thousand, and still no fanfare,
perhaps the next poet brought a trumpet?
(marshal-gebbie)
Brought my horn, slick and smooth
To keep you, Geoffrey, in the groove.
(cloudydaze)
A one with zeros, looks like three,
A grand display of poetry.
(Carlo-C-Gomez)
Hand to hand we ply
A tree of possible outcomes to petrify
(JamadhiVerse)
and we let fly the words like singing birds
to move these lines across the skies
(nat-lipstadt)
better yet, we savor them, taste them,
words are the foodstuffs of our lives
(Agnes-de-Lodz)
Then we embrace them all within our skin
until they feel at home
(LongJohnPaulBaldry)
nourished through words,
rhythm flows through pages of wet ink.
(irinia)
and what is true we know - the joy of hand to hand
the scars of our words carved in our palms
(Mateja)
We write to remember,
what the heart refuses to forget.
(EmilyJohnson)
Poets pour their hearts onto the page.
I write to let them know
their words are never wasted,
but carried gently within mine—
witnessed when they soar,
sitting silently beside them
when they cry.
(-ap-)
One hundred times ten is a milestone, my friend!
May your words roll like waves and flow with the wind.
May your poems and dreams sleep well on the page
and live long in our hearts where they always will stay!
Poem One‑Thousand on Hello Poetry
Reaching my one‑thousandth poem feels less like arriving at a destination and more like opening a door to a room already full of friends. What began as a simple milestone became something far richer the moment these poets stepped forward—each offering a line, a rhythm, a breath of their own.
This collaboration is a reminder of what poetry does best: it gathers us. It lets voices meet in mid‑air. It turns solitary ink into shared celebration. Every contributor here carried the poem a little further, hand to hand, until it became something none of us could have written alone.
To :-
marshal‑gebbie, cloudydaze, Carlo‑C‑Gomez, JamadhiVerse, nat‑lipstadt, Agnes-de-Lodz, LongJohnPaulBaldry, irinia, Mateja, EmilyJohnson, and ‑ap‑
thank you for lending your craft, your generosity, and your spark. You transformed a milestone into a moment.
If poem one‑thousand has taught me anything, it’s this: the joy of writing multiplies when shared. May the next thousand be just as full of open hands and open hearts.