The latest poems on Hello Poetry

Jimmy silker 5m

These tariffs won't affect me
I never eat McDonalds
And I'm well sorted for
Depleted uranium ( previous regime).

Asuka 11m

Our destinies entwine like the Vallisneria bloom,
Its longing stem rising through waters of hope.
Fate’s quiet currents bear the wandering spores,
Bringing them home to a love foretold.

"Currents of Fate" captures the delicate dance of destiny, much like the Vallisneria flower, whose bloom reaches the water’s surface with unwavering hope. Just as the male spores drift upon gentle currents, drawn inevitably toward their destined union, so too are souls carried by fate’s unseen hands, converging at the moment meant for them. It is a quiet, inevitable pull—one that transcends effort, guided only by the silent flow of destiny.

#fate #love #destiny

Timothy Charles Carter 12m

Scammer’s

In shadows they lurk, with deceit as their guide,
Claiming truths not their own, where their morals have died.
A hollow pursuit, in the depths of the night,
Seeking light from others, to claim as their right.

But truth is a flame that burns from within,
Not a trophy to steal, nor a prize to win.
It's the essence of being, the core of our soul,
Not a void to be filled, nor a gap to control.

So let's hold our truth, with compassion and grace,
And walk our own paths, at our own steady pace.
For the truth that we live, is the light that we give,
In a world of shadows, it's how we truly live.

#scammersdeceittruthsmoralslurklightgrace

Clay Micallef 12m

The Cemetery Of Your Love

I remember all those
nights that I had
forgotten how to love,
when all the mornings
would shiver in fits
of grey, and the sun
would take back all
that it gave. I throw
these sheets into a cold
dark place, I dream of
a thousand lonely cellos,
I listen to the wind shallow
breathing through its own
secret storm. When you are
sad all the birds sound like
a blue symphony and all
you want to do is plant
flowers in the cemetery
of your love …
Clay.M

Cain The Wanderer 13m

Cain Can't Die

You witch-hunters,
thought,
I'll be you heretic
I'll lie down
Let you rope me,
You don't know,
Cain too well.

He'll grab a lantern
and smash it
against your head.
I bet that ****** hurts,
And the rest of you,
Cain grabs a samurai sword.

This beach,
I'll fill it with gasoline
and fling it with
my chaotic power
with your henchmen
I'll then
light up the flame,
and all in my name.
Don't mess with Cain.

Written by Ryan Geoffrey Hayward. I'm preparing a new book.

#cain #dark #rhyme