The latest poems on Hello Poetry

Daki 5d

Alone in my room and nothing to do.
Feelings bottled up i got no clue.
Does he really love me? Does he care?
Where?
Never calls, never falls.
Am i being too much?
I just wanna be loved as much.
Reassurance doesn’t feel right u say.
Is that because im not your bae?
Im not the one having ur attention, ur just in another dimension.
Forgetting about me.
U just wanna be free.
From me.
I lay here thinking when he wanna spend time with me, but what i really dont see is that he let me be.
Behind the shade.
I fade.
Into the void.
Ur just annoyed while im overjoyed.
This mask cant hold much longer
I cant be stronger.

Lynn Stillman 5d

Shyness

Shyness overcome
With the kindness of just one,
willing to mentor

Julie Grenness 5d

Guidance. (Bible acrostic).

Guiding
Understanding
Inspiring
Devotion
Awesome
Nuanced
Comforting
Evangelism.

Feedback welcome.

Mystery of an authentic soul 5d

“Stop being yourself to please someone else, it's like walking barefoot, at some point you're going to hurt yourself.”

irinia 5d

poetry

in the laboratory of life unseen words are sprouting
they decenter time or they hit themselves against
the windows like birds do
they circle the emotional memory of our aorta
they smell of dust mixed with blood
they search for that place in your gaze where
is never too hot

#poetry

Soph 5d

Hotline

I called
The phone rang
And rang
And rang
No answer

I texted
Typed out everything I couldn’t say aloud
I waited
The screen stayed empty

I wanted to live, god
At least for someone to talk me down
But I guess the line was busy
Or maybe
I wasn’t loud enough to matter

So I did it
Not because I wanted to die
But because no one came when I begged to stay

And if I don’t wake up tomorrow
Tell them
The hotline didn’t pick up

#suicide #hotline #sad

Mystery of an authentic soul 5d

My eyes won't stop crying,

My heart is sad,
And my soul is resigned.

Another stage,
Once again.

A transcendence of the inner self,
Of the wounded child.

Who understood,
Who realized.

What he didn't have,
He won't have.

That place,
That little piece of land,
That is family.

I don't deny that one day it will bloom,
but today I allow myself to feel.

It's only the transcendence of detachment.
Of what never was.

A closed flower,
that one day may open

#ego