The latest poems on Hello Poetry

Kezexxe 6d

Happiness

Sampling the taste of happiness,
But too bad I dont have enough money to purchase it.

Joshua 6d

Haiku for Guru

The Jazz specialist
A rhymer of great languish
A great polished soul

Morning Star 6d

Looking back

She Believed Him

She stood on that quiet hillside,
heart open like morning light.
She didn’t see the storm behind his smile,
only the warmth in his eyes.

She believed the way he touched her
meant something sacred.
She heard his words
and wrapped them around her ribs
like safety.

She thought if she stayed still enough,
soft enough,
he would stay.

She didn’t know
he was already slipping away—
in his silence, in his shadows.
She mistook his pauses for depth,
his stillness for awe.

But I know now.
I see her—
that girl I was—
painting love on borrowed time.
Whispering truth
into a mouth that never answered.

She gave him her colours.
He left her with a brush
and no goodbye.

And still…
she was art.
Even unfinished.
Even alone

Mercy 6d

Writers Dilemma

@niamornimo

Its funny that writers live their lives on pen and paper,
Bloggers, poets, journalists even preachers.
I say this not because I've seen them but because I'm one.
The thing that people call content is an outlet of our lives as writers expressed.
Their are days when words flood out of our minds to paper like geniuses with numbers in the cloud,
Then days when it's radio silent. Our pen and paper are distant like the home built in the suburbs visited once for Christmas.
Yeah we seek for mojo in literally everything and when life hits you with a pause then...
Finding words is hard like saying ;I love you to a crush who vowed never to love again,
Like telling your parent I love you because you forgave them without them having to ask,
Like buying a birthday gift for an ex who told you, you're never good enough for him,
Like looking at yourself in the mirror and saying I Forgive You meaning every word coz as you go around gifting everyone handouts of Love and embrace the one you come back home to is YOU.

Yes the dilemma of a writer is not finding words or expression but
Stillness in life, that radio silence when all hell has broken loose.
The shell you cave in just numbing all the feels that bombard your normalcy.

Don't get me started on getting out the shell to find out everyone else moved on but You.
Coming back is brutal the pen and paper feels like an oasis in a dessert and you're not thirsty.

Not the victim mentality just a life lived out loud

#life #pen #paper #creatives #expression #voice

Qualyxian Quest 6d

Harrisonburg

Camus at JMU
19 years old
Absurd!

Amethyste 6d

I miss you

I check the phone
You are not there
There is stillness for where it could have been a laughter
There is blank for where could have been your almond eyes

I miss you
And for a while
I hoped you missed me too.

Morning Star 6d

His return

His Return

If he had come back… just once… and told the truth.

If I Could Speak

I saw the way you looked at me.
God, I felt it.
You made me feel like I was something more
than the wreck I’d become.

And that scared me.

Because I wanted to be that man for you—
the one who stayed.
But I wasn’t built for staying.
I was always half-out-the-door,
even while holding your hand.

You didn’t know how much I cared.
I made sure of it.
Because if I said it aloud,
if I showed you all of it,
you would’ve expected forever.
And I was never brave enough
to give you that.

So I left.
Silently.
Cowardly.
Ghosting the only person
who ever saw the whole of me
and didn’t flinch.

But I never forgot you.
Not for a moment.
I still see that hillside—
the one you brought me to
without ever asking for anything
but honesty.

And I failed you there.

If I could return,
I’d kneel at the canvas you unfolded
and say:
“I wasn’t ready.
But I did love you.
More than I could bear.”